After returning to the hotel, Luo Xiaoqian settled down with her clients. The first thing she did was to take out her mobile phone and enter WeChat.
"I have arrived at the hotel safely. Be obedient and silent. I will call you later."
After sending the video, Luo Xiaoqian immediately walked out of the room again and took her client to dinner.
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Beijing.
Lakeside villa.
Luo Jun trotted into the kitchen holding Leng Zimo's mobile phone. In the kitchen, Leng Zimo put on Luo Xiaoqian's apron and made dumplings for the little guy.
"Uncle Zimo, phone number."
Leng Zimo washed his hands, took the phone, and immediately squatted down with a smile, "Mo Mo, it's not a phone call, it's a voice message from my mother."
He opened the video and Luo Xiaoqian's voice came out immediately.
After listening to the voice, the little guy looked at the stuffing in the basin and said, "Uncle Zimo, are you feeling better soon?"
"What, are you hungry?" Leng Zimo asked with a smile.
The little guy shook his head, "No, I've already had dinner in the kindergarten. I just want to play video games with you. Mom and Uncle John lose to me every time. It's so boring."
"You are so powerful!" Leng Zimo laughed, "Okay, go upstairs and get ready, I will challenge you in ten minutes!"
The little guy went upstairs cheering.
After a while, Leng Zimo packed up the kitchen and walked upstairs to the little guy's room. Sure enough, he saw that he had prepared everything.
When she saw him coming in, she immediately patted the empty space next to her and said, "I promise, you will lose miserably!"
"That's not necessarily true!" Leng Zimo sat down next to the little guy and got his own game controller, and the two of them immediately started fighting.
In the first game, Leng Zimo was not familiar with the rules and lost the game.
The second game was a draw.
In the third game, Leng Zimo won.
"Come again!"
The little guy was not discouraged when he lost. Anyway, he became more courageous as he fought. Leng Zimo did not let him go and also tried his best. The little guy was also excited and became more courageous. Although he won less and lost more, he had a great time.
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Soon, an hour has passed.
"It's half past eight, you should go to bed."
Leng Zimo put down the controller, and the little guy obediently turned off the TV and game console, turned around and walked towards Luo Xiaoqian's room.
"where did you go?"
Leng Zimo asked puzzledly.
"Mom's room!" The little guy turned around, "I always sleep with my mother."
Leng Zimo frowned slightly, "You are already four years old, you should sleep by yourself."
"I know, but I want to protect mom. Mom loves to have nightmares. When she has nightmares, I have to be responsible for waking her up." The little guy explained to him seriously.
Squatting down and holding his small shoulders, Leng Zimo frowned, "Does Sissi like to have nightmares?"
"Well, she cried so hard several times. I guess she must have dreamed about her father." Luo Jun put his face on his neck, "Uncle Zimo, can you carry me to bed, mom?"
He said, my father is Chinese, I guess he must be like you, tall, handsome and gentle."
Holding the little guy tightly in his arms, Leng Zimo directly picked him up from the ground, "Tonight, Uncle Zimo will sleep with you, and you can treat Uncle Zimo as your father, okay?!"
"Really?!" The little guy immediately raised his face excitedly, "Then can you tell stories? I heard Wan Wan say that her father can tell stories."
Leng Zimo smiled and touched the little guy's head, "Of course, Uncle Zimo can do what all fathers do, and if they can't, Uncle Zimo can too!"