"Dad?" Luo Jun looked at him and asked, puzzled, "What’s wrong with you?"
"Dad is fine, maybe just a little tired!" Leng Zimo comforted him with a smile.
Luo Jun imdiately slid down from his arms like a little adult and supported his arm, "I’ll help you downstairs!"
His small palm held onto his big hand, showing seriousness despite his limited strength.
"Mo Mo... if... if soday Dad can’t walk on his own, will you despise Dad?" Leng Zimo asked softly.
"Of course not." Luo Jun turned his face, his big eyes looking at Leng Zimo with concern, "Dad, are your legs sick?"
"No, how could that be, Dad was just joking with you." Leng Zimo replied with a laugh.
"That’s great, if your legs were really sick, you couldn’t play football with ." Luo Jun continued to support him downstairs, "Oh, Dad, tonight, let’s have another big battle, shall we? Last ti, Aunt bought a ga disc, it’s really fun!"
Leng Zimo took a deep breath, "Alright."
The little guy imdiately showed him a provocative expression excitedly, "Watch beat you thoroughly!"
"Hmph, not sure who will be the one beaten thoroughly!" Leng Zimo pretended to be relaxed.
Father and son chatted and laughed as they returned to the car, Luo Jun began explaining the rules of the new ga to Leng Zimo, who listened attentively, imagining that perhaps one day he may never be able to play gas with him, play football, drive him to hang out... his heart sank little by little.
Back ho, Luo Jun greeted Luo Xiaoqian and imdiately ran upstairs excitedly.
"Dad, hurry up!"
"What’s that little thing up to again?!" Luo Xiaoqian received the water handed by the maid and gave it to Leng Zimo.
"He wants to play gas with him." Leng Zimo took the cup, raised his arm to embrace her waist, "Co on, upstairs to be our referee."
As the two of them went upstairs, Luo Jun had already installed the ga, and seeing Leng Zimo co in, he imdiately handed him one of the controllers.
The two started the battle while Luo Xiaoqian sat by watching.
After getting used to one round, Leng Zimo quickly found his rhythm and turned the tide, only to be disrupted by his eyes starting to see spots, which affected him and quickly led to him being defeated by Luo Jun.
His head began to throb vaguely, and Leng Zimo slowly raised his hand and massaged his temples.
Luo Xiaoqian noticed his expression and imdiately held Luo Jun’s shoulder, "Mo Mo, I rember your pony should be bathed today, right?!"
"Oh, if you hadn’t ntioned it, I almost forgot." Luo Jun imdiately stood up, "Dad, we’ll PK again later!"
The little guy ran downstairs to bathe his exclusive pony, while Luo Xiaoqian hugged Leng Zimo’s shoulders from behind, "What’s wrong? I looked at you, your spirit doesn’t seem good; are you too tired?!"
"Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night, it’s nothing!"
Leng Zimo lay back on the cushion and embraced her, letting her head rest on his leg, looking down at her.
Her eyebrows, her eyes, her long eyelashes... and those petal-like lips...
Could it be, in the future, he might never see this face again?!
"What’s the matter?" Luo Xiaoqian blinked her eyes in confusion, "Why are you looking at like that, did I beco ugly?!"
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