Listening to the man's gentle voice across the phone, Luo Xiaoqian just felt warm in her heart.
"Okay, the same goes for you, don't work too late."
Leng Zimo responded softly, "Sissi, I miss you."
"I..." Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips, "I... miss you too."
Think more than you think, think more!
Listening to her voice, the corners of Leng Zimo's lips naturally curved into a happy arc.
"I'm going to go upstairs and sleep with you silently. Good night."
"Night...wait a minute, there is a set of men's home clothes in the wardrobe on the right side of my room... It was originally intended to be given to John. He has lost a little weight. If you don't mind, you can use it as pajamas to wear together for one night, silently.
His school uniform is in his cupboard and his socks are in the third drawer on the right."
After hanging up the phone and going upstairs, Leng Zimo went upstairs again. Sure enough, there was a set of unopened home clothes in her closet. He carefully took it to Luo Jun's room and turned on the light.
The color and texture of the clothes are what he likes, and the number is exactly what he wears.
He walked into the bathroom of Luo Jun's room, took a shower, and put on his clothes, which were neither too big nor too small, just right.
In fact, Leng Zimo didn't know that this set of clothes was originally bought for him.
Every time she sees something that suits him, Luo Xiaoqian will always buy it naturally. In her home in the United States, she has a whole wardrobe of men's clothes, many of which are father-son clothes that match her and Luo Jun.
Couple outfit.
Although he is no longer with her, in her heart, this man has always been with him and Luo Jun.
Of course Leng Zimo didn't know this. After putting on his clothes, he opened Luo Jun's wardrobe and helped him prepare the clothes and shoes and socks he wanted to wear. Then he returned to her bedroom and slept carefully until the nap.
Guy's side.
The little guy mistook him for Luo Xiaoqian, called him "Mommy" in a daze, got into his arms and hugged his arms.
Leng Zimo smiled, naturally raised his other arm, hugged the soft little thing into his arms, and closed his eyes.
He always suffered from insomnia, but this time, he fell asleep quickly.
Early the next morning, the two men were woken up by the alarm clock. When they opened their eyes, they saw each other's faces with smiles in their eyes.
"I'll cook the dumplings, and you can get dressed yourself, okay?"
"Wait a minute, there's a good morning kiss!" Seeing that he was about to leave, the little guy immediately crawled over, hugged his neck, and kissed the left side of his face, "This belongs to Uncle Zimo," and then
, kissed his right cheek again, "This is mom's."
"Okay!" Leng Zimo kissed him back twice, "One is mine and the other is your mother's. Now, get up and follow the old rules for ten minutes. Uncle Zimo believes you can do it, right?"
wrong?"
"Yes!" The little guy raised his little hand and saluted him with an American military salute.
Leng Zimo was teased by him and chuckled, pinching his little face and said, "Okay, now the timer starts."
He went downstairs to prepare breakfast for Luo Jun. When he brought the dumplings to the table, the little guy was already dressed and went downstairs, and John had also walked downstairs.
When the three men were having breakfast together, Luo Jun didn't forget to ask.
"Uncle Zimo, will you come to my house tonight?"
"Do you want me to come?"
"Of course." The little guy nodded immediately.
"Well, uncle will come directly after get off work in the evening."
