Helping Luo Xiaoqian stand up, Leng Zimo carefully placed her on the sofa. He stood up and walked out the door to call Ah Jiu. He immediately ordered him to investigate the specific situation of Mo family and Mo Bei. Chen Jiu
After agreeing, he left to make a phone call to arrange the matter. Leng Zimo took a sip of the hot tea on the table, walked to the sofa, squatted down in front of Luo Xiaoqian, raised his hand and stroked her belly, "Dear
My little princess, have you gone to bed? Do you want to listen to daddy telling stories?"
Luo Xiaoqian chuckled softly. The fetus was only three months old, so she couldn't hear his voice. But seeing him enjoying it so much, she didn't want to remind him of this. This was something he should enjoy as a father. Last time
Luo Jun missed it, and this time, he shouldn't miss it again.
After talking to the fetus in a low voice for a while, Leng Zimo raised his face and looked at her lovingly, "Are you hungry? I see you didn't eat much for dinner, so I'll make you some snacks."
night?"
Luo Xiaoqian shook her head, "You go to work, I'm not hungry."
"Then shall I sleep with you first?"
"It's still early, I'm watching you work." She smiled and held his shoulders, "When you finish working, we will sleep together."
If she asked him to sleep with her and he came and got up again in the middle of the night, it would be bad for her health, and she would certainly not agree.
Looking into her eyes, he smiled and nodded, "Okay, then I'll go to work."
He put her legs on the sofa, took a thin blanket to cover her legs and feet, and took a book for her to kill time. Then Leng Zimo walked to the table and continued working.
Soon, he focused on his work. Luo Xiaoqian held the book and looked at his profile. Her eyes swept over the newspaper that was just placed on the small table. She raised her hands and clasped her fingers together, praying silently in her heart, "Xiao Xiaoqian,
Bei, Jiao Yang, you two must also be happy."
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London, dark night.
It was already midnight, and even the staff in the Mohs Building who worked overtime had already left. Only the office on the top floor of the entire office building still had lights on.
Mo Bei carefully wrote down some information in the small book at hand, put the finished information on the table, raised her hands, stretched out, and moved her neck from side to side. It was the first time that she had sat for so long, and her waist was tight.
Somewhat sore.
Ding!
There was a soft beep on the computer, and a new email popped up. The source of the email showed ".com".
Mo Bei opened the email in confusion, and there was only one simple word in it.
"It's getting late, it's time to rest."
Mo Bei raised his eyebrows. This tone of voice was completely friend-like. Who is the other party?
"How do you know I'm not asleep yet?"
She typed a reply, noticed the other person's email address, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
She hadn't paid much attention to something on her mind before, but she just realized it after taking a quick look at it. No wonder she felt that this address was so familiar.
Doraemon!
Isn't this the name of Doraemon?
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"If I were Doraemon, I would give you a random door and a time shuttle! Also, I would give you a bamboo dragonfly that can fly anywhere!"
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A voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and Mo Bei's eyes suddenly widened.
Turning around, she opened the drawer and took out the information. She looked at the English on it carefully. She had worked under Jiao Yang before and had seen his handwriting. The English was very similar to his handwriting.
