"I'm asking them!" Xu Fei smiled covertly, "Won't you invite me in?!" ”

“No！” Leng Zimo looked rejecting thousands of miles away, "I have guests, what work do I have, I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

"But ......"

"My guests matter!"

Xu Fei's gaze swept over the nightgown on his body, and from the gap between his arm and the door frame, she clearly saw a corner of black clothes on the wooden platform on the porch, which was Luo Xiaoqian's clothes, Leng Zimo didn't clean it up just now.

Xu Fei recognized it at a glance that it was a woman's small clothes, and her heart suddenly itched with hatred.

It turned out that the woman was here.

For so long together, he and she have been doing the most intimate things between men and women, and Xu Fei almost can't control her emotions.

"Don't you even have time to sign?!"

Luo Xiaoqian in the kitchen was also a little curious about who came to find Leng Zimo so late, and when she heard the conversation between the two of them, although she didn't see Xu Fei, she had already guessed that she had arrived.

Job?!

Luo Xiaoqian wouldn't believe Xu Fei's excuse, she found Leng Zimo's house so late, and she didn't have to think much about it.

Gritting her teeth outside the kitchen door, she pursed her lips and deliberately lowered her voice.

"Zimo, can you come and help me?!"

"It's coming!" Leng Zimo glanced at Xu Fei who was standing outside the door, closed the door with a bang, and immediately turned around and walked back to the kitchen, looking at Luo Xiaoqian standing in front of the stove with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, I called you over on purpose." Luo Xiaoqian shrugged her shoulders, raised her hand to grab the nightgown on his body, and said in a domineering tone, "I just don't want other women to see you in pajamas, because you are my man!" ”

Leng Zimo raised his hand and gently pinched her little face, "From now on, my people and my heart are yours." ”

Raising her face, looking at him brightly, and meeting his eyes full of love and doting, Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips gently, "Zimo, I have a question for you." ”

"Ask."

"What if...... Will you forgive me if I do something that hurts you for some special reason? ”

Leng Zimo raised his hand to wrap his arms around her waist and straightened his face, "Then if it depends on what it is, there are some things, I will definitely not forgive you." ”

She pursed her lips nervously, "For example?!" ”

"For example......" he laughed suddenly, "you see other men seeing you in your pajamas." ”

Luo Xiaoqian was stunned, and after a moment she understood that he was joking, glared at him, and she raised her hand to support his shoulder.

"I'm very serious, can you be serious?!"

"Good!" Leng Zimo became serious again, "Then you listen carefully, as long as you stay with me and love me all the time, I can forgive you for everything." ”

Luo Xiaoqian's nose was sour, "Zimo, xiexie you." ”

Looking at the tears in her eyes, he raised his hand to help her wipe the corners of her eyes, and frowned distressedly, "Okay haode, why are you crying again, do you really have to do something?" ”

Boom!

The water in the pot overflowed, and the lid slid straight off the stovetop, falling to the ground with a screeching sound.

"Zimo!"

Luo Xiaoqian turned her back to the direction of the stove, didn't know what was going on, instinctively exclaimed, and rushed over to protect him with her body.

"Don't be afraid, it's just that the lid of the pot has fallen off." Leng Zimo patted her back comfortingly, and while picking her up from the ground, he raised his hand to turn off the fire, ignoring the chaotic stove, he hurriedly carried her to the sofa, and raised her calves with concern to check, "Is it hot?!" ”