Carrying Luo Jun into Luo Xiaoqian's room, Leng Zimo took him directly into the bathroom and asked the little guy to sit down on the small bench. He prepared warm water in the bathtub and carefully tested the water temperature before putting the little guy in.
The guy took off his clothes and put them in the bathtub.
"What story do you want to hear?"
"Never heard of it."
"Never heard of it?" Leng Zimo smiled, "You must have never heard of my uncle's story. A long time ago, there was a king. He was a very powerful man... Later, the king met a very cute and special person.
The girl, he fell in love with her..."
What Leng Zimo told Luo Jun was none other than the story of his new movie "The Demon Realm".
Although the little guy watched this movie with Luo Xiaoqian, he was still young at that time and could not understand the plot. Now he is just fascinated by Leng Zimo's narration. Compared with those fairy tales, this kind of
The story was obviously more novel and interested him even more. He was still asking questions until Leng Zimo was put on the bed wrapped in a bath towel.
"What happened next, did they get married?"
"No, just when they were about to get married, the bad guy framed the queen, and the king mistakenly believed the bad guy's words..."
"Why does the king listen to bad people? Doesn't he love the queen very much?" the little guy asked puzzledly.
"That's because the queen knew the villain's plot, so she lied to the king."
"Then the queen is not wrong. Mom said you can lie when you meet bad people. The king should forgive her."
"Of course!" Leng Zimo pulled the thin quilt over the little guy and lay down next to him. "Later, the king knew that he was wrong. He regretted it, so he took his soldiers and horses to rescue him.
The queen."
"Then they lived happily together, right?"
"Yes, and they also gave birth to a cute little boy..." Leng Zimo stroked the little guy's soft hair with his big hand and continued to tell the story, "This boy is as brave and strong as his father... Later, that little boy
Became the next king..."
Next to him, Xiao Luojun's small body was pressed against his, and he had fallen asleep while he was telling him.
Leng Zimo looked down at him. The little guy was only wearing thin pajamas, and his small body was pressed against his chest.
He is so small and soft, with a faint milky fragrance of shower gel, and his young face looks as cute as a doll under the dim light.
Looking at the little guy in front of him, Leng Zimo's heart was filled with unspeakable love.
"It would be great if you were my son."
With a whisper, he bent down and kissed the little guy's hair, looked at him carefully for a while, then carefully stood up, turned off the bedside lamp, and walked out of the bedroom.
He quietly went downstairs and came to the living room, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Luo Xiaoqian's number.
"Is it ok to accept phone call?"
"I just came back, and I'm in the guest room now." Luo Xiaoqian's voice came immediately, "Did you sleep silently?"
"Just fell asleep."
"Thanks a lot."
"How come, I like to be with him." Leng Zimo glanced upstairs, "I have a question. I wonder if you mind if I sleep in your bed. I promised to sleep with him silently, but he chose to sleep in yours.
bed."
"Of course, but will it affect your rest?"
"It's okay. I'm just trying to learn how to be a dad." Leng Zimo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the night scene outside. "The temperature difference is big in the west. Remember to wear more clothes in the morning and evening. If it's too late, we can go to the hospital another day.
, don’t tire yourself out, just stay silently with me and John, don’t worry..."
