Back at the hotel, Luo Xiaoqian settled the customer, and the first thing she did was to take out her mobile phone and enter WeChat.

"I've arrived at the hotel safely, silently obedient, I'll call you again later."

Sending the video, Luo Xiaoqian immediately walked out of the room again and took the customer to dinner.

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Beijing.

Lake side villa.

Luo Jun trotted into the kitchen with Leng Zimo's mobile phone, and in the kitchen, Leng Zimo put on Luo Xiaoqian's apron and made dumplings for the little guy.

"Uncle Zimo, phone."

Leng Zimo washed his hands, took the phone, and immediately squatted down with a smile, "Silently, it's not a phone call, it's a voice from my mother." ”

He turned on the video, and Luo Xiaoqian's voice came out immediately.

After listening to the voice, the little guy looked at the filling in the basin, "Uncle Zimo, are you almost ready?" ”

"What, hungry?" Leng Zimo asked with a smile.

The little guy shook his head, "No, I've already eaten in kindergarten, I just want to play video games with you, Mom and Uncle John lose to me every time, it's so boring." ”

"You're so good!" Leng Zimo laughed, "Okay, go upstairs and get ready, I'll challenge you in ten minutes!" ”

The little one cheered and went upstairs.

After a while, Leng Zimo cleaned up the kitchen and walked upstairs to the little guy's room, and sure enough, he saw that he had prepared everything.

Seeing him come in, he immediately patted the vacant seat next to him, "I promise, you will lose badly!" ”

"Not necessarily!" Sitting down next to the little guy, Leng Zimo got his own game controller, and the two immediately started a war.

In the first game, Leng Zimo was not very familiar with the rules and lost a game.

The second game, a draw.

In the third game, Leng Zimo won.

"Come again!"

The little guy is not discouraged when he loses, anyway, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, Leng Zimo doesn't let him, he also goes all out, and the little guy is also excited to get more and more frustrated, although he wins less and loses more, but he has a lot of fun.

Soon, an hour had passed.

"It's half past eight, it's time for you to go to bed."

Leng Zimo put down the handle, and the little guy obediently turned off the TV and game console, turned around and walked to Luo Xiaoqian's room.

"Where are you going?"

Leng Zimo asked puzzled.

"Mommy's room!" The little guy turned his face, "I always slept with my mother." ”

Leng Zimo frowned slightly, "You are already four years old, you should sleep by yourself." ”

"I know, but I have to protect my mother, my mother loves nightmares, and when she has sex nightmares, I am responsible for waking her up." The little guy explained in a serious way.

Squatting down and holding his little shoulders, Leng Zimo frowned, "Sissi, does she love nightmares?" ”

"Well, several times, she cried so much, I guess, she must have dreamed of her father." Luo Jun put his face on his neck, "Uncle Zimo, can you carry me to bed, my mother said, my father is Chinese, I guess he must be like you, tall, handsome and gentle." ”

Hugging the little guy in his arms, Leng Zimo directly picked him up from the ground, "Tonight, Uncle Zimo sleeps with you, and you treat Uncle Zimo as your father, okay?!" ”

"Really?!" The little guy immediately raised his face excitedly, "Then do you know how to tell stories, I heard Wanwan say, her father can tell stories." ”

Leng Zimo smiled and touched the little guy's head, "Of course, Uncle Zimo will do all the things that dads do, and besides, they won't, so will I!" ”

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Good afternoon