On the first page, a cute little baby is grinning, and there is the words Sissi's 100 days of nostalgia at the bottom of the photo.

It turned out that it was her photo album, and I thought it should have been taken from Qingdao.

Looking at the cute little baby inside, Leng Zimo turned around and sat on the sofa, took the photo album and looked through it carefully.

In the album, it is almost a Luo Xiaoqian's growth history, from a cute baby to a four or five-year-old girl, Luo Xiaoqian in the photo is growing up little by little.

Looking at the cute appearance of the little girl when she was a child, the corners of Leng Zimo's lips were always raised.

Until, he flipped to the middle section.

Now, in front of him is a group photo, in which Luo Xiaoqian is already seven or eight years old, sitting in the arms of a beautiful woman with two pigtails, and the faces of the two people are next to each other.

The woman is very young, her eyebrows and eyes are a little similar to Luo Xiaoqian, her smooth long hair is scattered on her shoulders, beautiful and moving, and she is dignified with a bit of spirituality similar to Luo Xiaoqian.

speculated that this should be Luo Xiaoqian's mother, Leng Zimo naturally looked at it twice, and only felt that this woman seemed to be very familiar, and there was a sense of déjà vu.

"Probably looks very similar to Xiaoqian, how could I see her!"

Leng Zimo muttered to himself and continued to look back.

In the back, most of them are still photos of Luo Xiaoqian, and some are photos of her and her classmates, and she is growing up more and more in the photos.

Turning to the back, a photo of Luo Xiaoqian and her mother appeared again, Luo Xiaoqian in the photo was already fifteen or sixteen years old, and her mother had already cut her hair like long and changed her hairstyle.

Maybe it's because of the baptism of the years, maybe because of something she has experienced, her mother has obviously lost a lot of weight, there is no previous sunshine between her eyebrows, and she is full of melancholy, which is very different from the beautiful woman before.

Despite this, she is still a beautiful middle-aged lady.

When he saw this photo, Leng Zimo's eyes seemed to be burned and frozen.

This face, this hairstyle, this gray top......

He could barely believe his eyes.

"No, it can't be!"

Whispering, he took the picture out of the album with trembling fingers and leaned under the lamp to look closely.

The more I looked, the more the woman in the photo was mixed with the person in my memory, completely inseparable.

How is this possible, how could Xiaoqian's mother be that woman?!

Leng Zimo got up from the sofa abruptly, strode in the direction of the stairs, and went up one step, he froze in place again, and retreated.

Pinching the photo, he sat down on the stairs with a decadent look on his face, raised his hands and hugged his head.

Now, his mind is in a mess.

If that woman really has to be Xiaoqian's mother, then he ...... Could there be anything to do with Xiaoqian between him and Xiaoqian......

He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

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The next morning, Luo Xiaoqian woke up, her eyes had not yet opened, and her arms had been naturally stretched out.

As a result, the arms are hollowed.

She opened her eyes lazily and looked at the empty half of the big bed in front of her, and she was not too surprised, Leng Zimo has always disliked lying in bed.

She got up, walked out of the bedroom in only her pajamas, and went downstairs.

The living room was filled with the smell of cigars, and the ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigar heads.

She turned her face suspiciously, only to see Leng Zimo standing on the terrace of the living room, not knowing what she was doing.