"I asked them about it!" Xu Fei concealed a smile, "Don't you invite me in?!"
"No!" Leng Zimo said with a repulsive attitude, "I have guests and what work I have to do, let's talk about it tomorrow."
"But……"
"My guests are important!"
Xu Fei's eyes glanced at the nightgown on his body. From the gap between his arm and the door frame, she clearly saw a corner of black clothes hanging on the wooden platform of the porch. Those were Luo Xiaoqian's clothes. It was cold just now.
Zimo didn't clean up.
Xu Fei recognized it as a woman's undergarment at a glance, and her heart was filled with hatred.
It turns out that the woman is here.
After being together for such a long time, he and she had been doing the most intimate things between men and women, and Xu Fei could hardly control her emotions.
"Don't you even have time to sign?!"
Luo Xiaoqian in the kitchen was originally a little curious about who would come to see Leng Zimo at such a late hour. When she heard the conversation between the two of them, although she did not see Xu Fei, she already guessed that she was here.
Work?!
Luo Xiaoqian would not believe Xu Fei's excuse. She came to Leng Zimo's house so late. The purpose was not something that she needed to think about.
She gritted her teeth outside the kitchen door, pursed her lips, and deliberately lowered her voice.
"Zimo, can you come over and help me?!"
"Here we come!" Leng Zimo glanced at Xu Fei standing outside the door, closed the door tightly with a bang, and immediately turned around and walked back to the kitchen, looking at Luo Xiaoqian who was standing in front of the stove with concern, "What's wrong?
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"It's nothing, I asked you here on purpose." Luo Xiaoqian shrugged her shoulders, raised her hand to grab his nightgown, and said in a domineering tone, "I just don't want other women to see you in your pajamas, because you
He's my man!"
Leng Zimo raised his hand and pinched her little face gently, "From now on, my people and my heart belong to you."
Lifting her face, she looked at him with bright eyes. Meeting his eyes full of love and doting, Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips gently and said, "Zimo, I have a question for you."
"ask."
"If...if I do something that hurts you for some special reason, will you forgive me?"
Leng Zimo raised his hand and circled her waist, his face serious, "Then if you look at what happened, there are some things that I will never forgive you for."
She pursed her lips nervously, "Like?!"
"For example..." He suddenly laughed, "You see other men seeing you wearing pajamas."
Luo Xiaoqian was startled, and she realized in a moment that he was joking. She glared at him and raised her hand to hold his shoulders.
"I'm very serious, can you be more serious?!"
"Okay!" Leng Zimo became serious again, "Then listen carefully. As long as you stay with me and always love me, I can forgive you for everything."
Luo Xiaoqian's nose felt sore, "Zimo, thank you."
Seeing the tears in her eyes, he raised his hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and frowned distressedly, "Okay, why are you crying again? Did you really have to do something?"
Bang!
The water in the pot overflowed, and the pot lid slipped off the stove and fell to the ground with a harsh sound.
"Zimo!"
Luo Xiaoqian's back was facing the direction of the stove. Not knowing what was going on, she instinctively exclaimed and rushed over to protect him with her body.
"Don't be afraid, it's just that the pot lid fell off." Leng Zimo patted her back comfortingly, picked her up from the ground, and raised his hand to turn off the fire. He ignored the messy stove and hugged her hurriedly.
He went to the sofa and raised her calf with concern to check, "Is it burnt?!"
