Luo Jun raised his face with anticipation in his eyes, "Can I still see him?" ”

"Absolutely." Luo Xiaoqian nodded, "Mom assures you!" ”

"Okay." The little one immediately laughed with satisfaction.

Although there are John and Uncle Mac around, his favorite now is Leng Zimo, because the man is Chinese like him, and his mother said that his father is also Chinese, and he guesses that his father must be the same as Uncle Zimo, tall and handsome, and will definitely have warm big hands and a warm chest with a chocolate fragrance like Uncle Zimo.

The little guy fell asleep, looking at the smile on his delicate little face, Luo Xiaoqian got up lightly, kissed his forehead, her eyes fell on his pink and tender little mouth, she leaned down again and kissed him very lightly on the lips.

She turned off the bedside lamp and watched her son in the dark for a few moments, before she got up and walked out the door, and in the hallway, John had changed into loose sportswear.

"Is MOMO okay?"

"Sleep." Luo Xiaoqian smiled at him, "You can sleep too." ”

"Good night."

Nodding slightly, John turned and walked back to his room.

Luo Xiaoqian walked into Luo Jun's room, took down the photo Leng Zimo gave him from the record stand, and gently stroked his signature with his fingers, with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes.

It's been four years, and the son finally saw his biological father, although in this way, it was enough to surprise her.

It took a while for her to put the record back on the shelf, and then she turned and went downstairs.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there was also a half-eaten cake.

Sitting on the couch, she crossed her legs, carefully picked up the cake, and ate it in small bites.

Between the lips and teeth, the rich aroma of chocolate melted, and the chocolate cake in his hand was very similar to the taste of the man in his memory.

Touching Leng Zimo's business card on the table, she reached out and took the card, thought about it, took her mobile phone from the table, entered the text message box, and thought about it for a long time before editing a text message and sending it.

Even if it is a stranger, if you give your son a gift and help your son come out like this, you have to say thank you, which is the least politeness.

Of course, among them, Luo Xiaoqian naturally has her own selfishness.

Even if you can't see him, you can't talk to him, even if it's a text message with him, it's a haode!

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Lakeshore villas.

Leng Zimo took a shower and walked out of the bathroom, and when he heard the sound of the mobile phone buzzing and vibrating, he wiped his hair and walked over to pick up the phone.

On the phone, there is a text message and an unfamiliar number.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion and entered the text box.

"I'm Mom Mo, Xiexie, your gift to Momo, I'm sorry for your trouble."

Thinking of that cute little boy, Leng Zimo raised his lips lightly, neatly typed in the words "How is it silently" and sent it over.

That boy, he really likes it, although Shen Yizhou has already said that he is fine, Leng Zimo is still a little relieved.

"He's fine, he's asleep."

"That's good." He typed in three words, thought about it, and added a few more words, "Momo is a great and sensible boy, he didn't trouble me, tonight's incident is not his fault, don't blame him." ”

Looking at the message sent by Leng Zimo on her mobile phone, Luo Xiaoqian couldn't hide her smile.

This man, she knows too well, he is willing to say so many things silently, and it can be seen that he really likes him.

This is enough to make Luo Xiaoqian happy.

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