"Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand and grabbed his wrist and took the wet towel from his hand, "I'll just come by myself, you...... Go spend some time with your dad, shall we? ”

Although Leng's father did not explain, it is not difficult for the two of them to think of the scene back then, and the hug between Leng Lin and Luo Xiaoqian's mother is definitely not mixed with the slightest personal relationship between men and women.

Leng Zimo stood up, but the person stood still and did not move.

Putting aside those misunderstandings, my mother needs to be taken care of the most when she is sick, but he is working every day!

Even if it was a few days when his mother Zuihou was there, he didn't stay with her, and these things were his fault.

Even if the misunderstanding has been resolved, he is still angry for his mother in his heart.

"Zimo!" Outside the door, Leng Lin's voice sounded, "Can I say a few words to you?" ”

"Of course, he'll be right here."

Luo Xiaoqian stood up, grabbed Leng Zimo's arm, and shook it.

Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows, still not moving.

She smiled and shook his arm again, and whispered, "Zimo, husband, good husband......"

Leng Zimo glanced at her helplessly, "Wait for me, come back immediately." ”

"Good!" Luo Xiaoqian immediately laughed, pushed him all the way to the door, and opened the door for him.

Leng Zimo glanced at her and walked into the study with the door open diagonally opposite.

In the study, Leng Lin had already put away the things on the table, and was standing at the table with his back on his back, when he heard him walk in, Leng Lin slowly turned around.

Father and son looked at each other across the table.

"Even if this incident is a misunderstanding, I still haven't forgiven you." Leng Zimo said.

Leng Lin pursed his lips and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry." ”

Leng Zimo's eyebrows jumped slightly.

The father in his memory is absolutely strong, even if he is obviously wrong, he will never admit it, this time, his father actually asked him daoqian, Leng Zimo was very surprised.

"Back then, it was indeed my fault, I was too selfish, I valued my work too much, if I cared more about your mother back then, maybe she could have been with you for a few more years, I don't expect to be able to get your forgiveness." Leng Lin paused for a moment, "I am indeed not a competent father, nor am I a competent husband, if you don't forgive me, you should be!" ”

Turning around, he looked out the window again, "I'm done, let's go, Shichang just called, you take Xiaoqian to him to see if you can provide any clues." ”

Leng Zimo stood in the middle of the room, looking at his back.

In so many years, this was the first time he had looked at him so closely.

The father in my memory always has a straight back, strong and strong, but this time, looking at his back, Leng Zimo clearly felt that he was old, a few years ago he was all black hair, and now it is gray, although his back is still straight, but there is endless loneliness on his back.

Leng Zimo subconsciously took a few steps forward and came behind him, his palm naturally raised and stretched out to his father's shoulder.

Listening to his approaching footsteps, Leng Lin turned around suddenly.

"Zimo?!"

Looking at his face, Leng Zimo bent his fingers and pinched a hair from his shoulder.

"Don't get me wrong, I just wanted to get it off!"

Pinching that hair, Leng Zimo turned around and walked out of the study, walked straight to the room where Luo Xiaoqian was on the opposite side, and reached over to hold her palm.

"Let's go, let's go to the city bureau."