She had imagined countless ways of getting acquainted with him, imagining them meeting each other, being attracted to each other, and then developing step by step like other lovers, but she never imagined that the beginning of the two of them would be like this.
direct.
Just the first time, it developed directly to this level.
Thinking of that scene, Luo Xiaoqian blushed and her heart beat again. She hurriedly took some cold water and washed her face several times. Only then did she feel calmer.
After I calmed down, another problem surfaced.
Dr. Yin once said that the scene in her mind when she first met him was the key to unlocking the door of her memory.
Leng Zimo said that this was the first time they met.
So why doesn't she remember anything now?
"Mom?" Luo Jun stood by the door, watching her in a daze, and just called her worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"
"Oh, mom is fine."
Luo Xiaoqian came to her senses, washed briefly, and then held his little hand and went downstairs.
Probably because she just saw the video, or when Zimo comes back, she goes there to see it in person and then she remembers it.
Thinking like this, Luo Xiaoqian secretly made up her mind to go to the hotel first thing in the afternoon.
These are her precious memories and she doesn't want to forget them. Moreover, this is unfair to Leng Zimo. She must think of them once and everything she has experienced with him.
"Xiao Qian, wake up!" Aunt Su saw her coming downstairs and immediately ushered her into the restaurant with a smile, "Zimo specially asked me to prepare it for you. Your favorite chicken soup wontons. Come, try it. It's mine.
Can the craftsmanship be as good as Zimo's?"
Luo Xiaoqian thanked her and sat down at the table. As she savored the meaning of her words, her heart moved, "Zimo...does he... often cook for me?"
"Mom, it's not often, it's every day!" Luo Jun said from the side, "Dad said that the food cooked by the nutritionist did not suit your taste, so when we were on the farm, Dad would personally make breakfast for us every morning."
It is very simple for a man to cook a meal for a woman once in a while, but it is not easy to do it every day.
Leng Zimo, I, Luo Xiaoqian, am so virtuous and capable, what am I worth to you?!
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Apartment No. 9.
At three o'clock in the morning, Xu Xia woke up leisurely, stretched out his arms to stretch his aching waist, "Leng Zirui, you big bastard!"
While she was complaining, her palm had already moved towards her side, and in the end, she only touched a pillow.
Opening her eyes in confusion, Xu Xia only saw half of the bed that was empty.
"Zirui?!"
He called out, but no one paid attention. He noticed the note on the bedside table and Xu Xia Yang took it over.
"Good morning, my dear wife. I have to go back and submit a report to the leader, so I have to take a step first. I have bought breakfast. The porridge is heating in the pot. If it gets cold, microwave it. I have to eat all the buns.
Finished, try to grow the flesh on your chest so that you can feel it when you touch it. Drink the water from the thermos cup on the table before getting up. The temperature should be just right. Rest at home. If everything goes well, I will ask for leave and come back to accompany you in the afternoon.
We have a big dinner in the evening.
Husband: Leng Zirui”
"Rogue, it's not for you to touch. You don't care whether it feels good or not."
With a low curse, Xu Xia stood up, put on her clothes, and walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, she saw a bowl of millet and red date porridge steaming with hot water in the pot, as well as a few of her favorite Quanjude steamed buns.
