Her husband?!
Luo Ke’s face turned surprised.
"Well... goodbye."
Luo Ke lowered his hand, his grip on the phone tightening.
"Prepare the car!" Luo Ke’s tone was evidently angry.
He had considered all sorts of possibilities, but he had never thought Luo Xiaoqian was already married.
Could another man have beaten him to it, taking what he wanted?
He wanted to see what kind of man dared to take what was his!
On the other end, Luo Xiaoqian returned the phone to Mike with a smile and winked at Leng Zimo, who stood in front of her, "Alright, the Europe radish has been dealt with!"
Luo Xiaoqian didn’t feel much for Luo Ke; to her, he was just a client.
However, considering how jealous her husband was, she tactically used the call to inform Luo Ke of her married status, hoping that even if Luo Ke had any feelings for her, he would give up knowing she was married.
"Hopefully, he knows his place!" Leng Zimo shrugged, "Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind cutting him up for stew."
Just then, two female assistants brought over a few more shoeboxes and opened them in front of him.
Tonight they were attending a film festival, and Luo Xiaoqian had to wear a dress, so she couldn’t wear flats. When Leng Zimo saw the high heels brought by the assistants, he was already fuming. Helplessly, the two assistants brought over all the suitable shoes for him to choose from.
Glancing over the shoes in front of him, Leng Zimo’s gaze landed on a pair of silver, low block-heeled peep-toe shoes. He bent down to test the sole’s softness, then reached out to support Luo Xiaoqian’s foot, helping her put the shoes on.
Ah Jiu stood aside with a calm face, while the two female assistants who ca to deliver the clothes and shoes were filled with envy.
They had long heard about how their boss pampered his wife to the extre, and today they witnessed it. Not only did he choose the shoes himself, but he also helped her put them on. Such pampering was enough to make anyone envious.
After carefully putting on Luo Xiaoqian’s shoes, Leng Zimo held her arm, helping her up from the chair, "Walk around, see if they’re comfortable."
Understanding his temperant, Luo Xiaoqian obediently walked a few steps, "Pretty comfortable."
The shoes had only a three or four centiter heel, and they were block-heeled, almost as comfortable as wearing flats.
Leng Zimo looked her up and down, ensuring her outfit and shoes matched, then nodded with satisfaction.
Turning around, he walked over to Luo Jun, who was playing with a few puppies. He knelt down, patted the little guy’s head, "Mo Mo, Mommy and Daddy are going out for a bit, be good at ho and behave, we’ll be back soon, okay?"
"Okay." Luo Jun nodded in agreent.
After giving the little guy a peck on the cheek, Leng Zimo stood up and looked at John and a few of his subordinates, his expression turning into Leng Jun’s, "Protect him carefully!"
"Yes, Mr. Leng!" they all responded in unison.
"Thank you, everyone!" Luo Xiaoqian walked over with a smile, nodded at the group, gave the little guy a peck, then held on to Leng Zimo’s arm, and the two walked towards the door. Ah Jiu had already led a few subordinates over to escort them to the car.
Xiao Ding drove, Ah Jiu sat in the passenger seat, while others divided into two cars in front and behind, protecting the customized Rolls-Royce carrying Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian. The three cars slowly left the farm, heading towards the international festival venue in the city.
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