Luo Xiaoqian smiled back at him, and then hugged the little guy who ran over, "Uncle Zimo did it, right?"
"I wash the vegetables and set the dishes." Luo Jun said.
"Yes, we are cooperating." Leng Zimo also walked over and his eyes fell on the wine in her hand, "Do you want to open it?"
"Of course, I bought it specifically to celebrate your victory." Luo Xiaoqian handed over the wine.
He raised his hand to take the wine, and his big hand held the palm of her wine.
The contact between skin and skin felt like an electric shock. Her face was slightly hot, but he tightened his palms, not giving her a chance to escape.
"Momo, help mom get slippers."
The little guy ran towards the hall obediently, and he came over and pecked her gently on the tip of her lips.
His movements were too fast and too sudden. Before she could react, he stood up again and took the wine away from her hand. "Where's the wine opener?"
"Oh..." Luo Xiaoqian finally came back to her senses, "It's on the wine rack at the bar, in the small drawer."
At this time, the little guy had also brought her slippers. Luo Xiaoqian changed her shoes, put the leather shoes back on the shoe rack on the porch, and then took the little guy to wash her hands together.
When the two of them washed their hands and walked out, Leng Zimo had already opened the wine, holding three glasses, walked to the dining table, placed the bowls for the three of them, and poured the wine on her and his table.
, Luo Jun’s cup was filled with juice.
Luo Xiaoqian put up the cup and said, "Come on, Momo, let's toast Uncle Zimo and wish him a smooth signing of his new project."
"Okay." The little guy immediately raised the goblet in a decent manner and stretched it over, "Uncle Zimo, congratulations to you."
"Thank you!" Leng Zimo held up the wine glass and clinked glasses with the mother and son, "Cheers!"
Then, he raised his hand to bring the wine glass to his lips and drank it all in one gulp.
The little guy didn't show any weakness, drank his own juice in one go, and even flashed his cup to the two of them like in the movie.
Luo Xiaoqian laughed, and then she also brought the cup to her lips and drank down the red wine in one gulp.
His eyes passed over her wine-stained lips. Leng Zimo's mouth went dry for a while, and he quickly looked away, "I'm eating."
The little guy had already eaten it in the kindergarten. He only took a few symbolic bites before getting off the table and went upstairs to play by himself.
There were only two people left at the restaurant. Luo Xiaoqian was eating her meal, feeling his gaze, and looked sideways, only to see him swaying the wine glass, his eyes just falling on her face, with burning emotions in his eyes.
Her face heated up unconsciously, "You...why don't you eat?!"
Leng Zimo put down the cup in his hand, "I want to take a look at you."
Her face was getting hotter and hotter, and her heart was racing as fast as a drum unconsciously. In such a situation, it was strange that she could eat. She chewed the vegetables he brought over, but she was not interested in eating. She lowered her face and did not dare to look at him, but
She could clearly feel that his gaze was almost igniting her.
"I'm full." She put down the bowl and stood up.
"Shall I help you?" Leng Zimo stood up straight.
Luo Xiaoqian stopped his hand and said, "No, I'll just come."
Looking across her flushed face, Leng Zimo did not insist, "I'll go stay with Mo Mo."
Hearing his footsteps going upstairs, Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief. She packed up the dishes on the table one by one, and then cleaned up the kitchen. Just as she put the things into the sink, the silent voice had already left her.
Upstairs.
"Mom, come up and watch the ultimate PK between me and Uncle Zimo!"
