"Then as you promised, put in 12 points of effort to bring the maximum return on revenue for the company." Leng Zimo looked at her, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, "I like your performance at the meeting." ”

Work is work, and he did vote for her because he recognized that Luo Xiaoqian would bring greater profits to the company.

However, from a personal point of view, Luo Xiaoqian's low-key and sincere, he is very satisfied and likes it very much.

There was clearly an emotion in his eyes.

Hearing the word "like", Luo Xiaoqian's heart suddenly jumped violently, and she looked away in a little panic.

Fortunately, the red light has turned green, and Leng Zimo has already withdrawn his gaze and continued driving.

The car drove all the way forward, but Luo Xiaoqian's heart was still a little uncalm.

Although his performance has proved that he cares about her, the word "like" is the first time it has come out of his mouth.

"It's here!"

The car stopped in the parking lot, and Luo Xiaoqian got out of the car, only to notice that there was a cemetery in front of her.

Leng Zimo took out the prepared haode bouquet from the back trunk, for fear that Luo Xiaoqian would be as allergic as Xiangshang again, he deliberately walked to the front and kept a few steps away from her.

The two walked into the cemetery together, walked up the hill on the steps, passed a neatly arranged group of tombstones, came to a flat ground with a wide view, and stopped in front of a cemetery.

Leng Zimo stepped forward and placed the bouquet in his hand in front of the tombstone.

Luo Xiaoqian looked over curiously, only to see that on the granite tombstone, there was a half blank, and the words "Mother Fan Shiyin" were carved on the right side, and there were dates of birth and death below, and when she saw the words "May 12, 2009", she suddenly reacted.

It turned out that the password on Leng Zimo's door was his mother's death day.

Today, it happens to be May 12th.

Placing the bouquet in front of the tombstone, Leng Zimo squatted down, took off the sunglasses on his face, carefully took out the handkerchief from the pocket of his suit, and wiped the dust on the stele.

His movements were extremely careful and gentle, as if it were not a tombstone, but his mother's face.

"Mom, I brought someone to see you today."

Hearing him suddenly say his name, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly stepped forward, "Auntie, hello, my name is Luo Xiaoqian, I didn't know that today was your death day, so I didn't prepare anything, I'll salute you!" ”

With that, she took a few steps back and bowed deeply to the tombstone.

Noticing that there was grass on one side of the tomb that was not trimmed, she naturally bent down and pulled out the unmowed grass with her hands.

"Stupid girl, right?" Leng Zimo laughed very lightly, "However, it's very sincere and cute, just like you, I guess, you will definitely like her." ”

Luo Xiaoqian was pulling grass at the twilight hole, and she didn't hear what he was saying clearly, but her intuition told her that he must be talking about her.

Can she be blamed for this, he didn't make it clear that he was going to come to the cemetery to worship, how did she know what to prepare?

Wrinkling her nose at Leng Zimo's background, Luo Xiaoqian continued to bury her head in the grass.

"Auntie, don't listen to that tyrant speak ill of me, I really didn't know to come here, don't be angry......"

She muttered carefully as she pulled the grass.

"My mother is very good and won't mind, but it seems a little inappropriate for you to say to your mother that the other party's son is a tyrant, right?"

Overhead, Leng Zimo's voice suddenly came.

Luo Xiaoqian's back stiffened suddenly.