Father Leng’s Invitation [7]
Under the moonlight, Leng Zimo’s dark eyes shone like stars, his gaze brimming with a doting expression.
Gazing at his broad back, Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips, stepped forward, and leaned onto his back. When she was young, she always envied other kids who were carried ho on their father’s back. But her father was simply too busy, spending no more than a month at ho in total each year, so there was hardly any ti for him to spend with her.
Leng Zimo supported her body with his hands and stood straight up, walking step by step towards ho.
When he had finished reading that notebook, he had already decided to help her fulfill her dreams, one by one.
The moonlight, frost-like, cast the silhouettes of the two.
Luo Xiaoqian lay on his back, recalling how he had looked through her notebook that afternoon, and she suddenly realized why he was doing this.
She didn’t speak, just spread her arms out into the half-empty space.
"Zimo, I want to fly!"
"Okay!"
He laughed, then began to run forward with her on his back, taking long strides.
The wind swept up her long hair and rushed through her outstretched arms—it truly felt like flying.
She laughed out loud and then wrapped her arms around him, turning his face towards her with her palm.
"Zimo, I’m so lucky to have t you!"
He was about to speak when she leaned in proactively and kissed his lips.
Releasing one arm to let her slide down, he didn’t hesitate to kiss her back.
The waves, the beach, the two of them beca one with the kiss.
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Green Pine Cetery.
Dressed in black, with a black armband, Lu Hao checked his watch, his eyes betraying a hint of impatience.
Yesterday, Luo Xiaoqian had already texted him back to bring the brown suitcase from ho and had said she would appear on ti at the cetery.
He had been waiting here for over two hours now, yet Luo Xiaoqian still hadn’t appeared.
This darn girl, she isn’t playing him, is she?!
Glancing at his mother’s new grave in front of him, he cursed under his breath, and then clasped his hands together.
"Mom, my dear mom, if you have a spirit and pity your son, then please bless and make Luo Xiaoqian appear right now!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he spotted a black rcedes stopping by the roadside in the cetery.
"Mom, I love you to death!" Seeing the parked rcedes, Lu Hao imdiately broke into a smile, glanced at the small woods not far away, and quickly dialed Qiangzi’s number on his phone, "She’s here, get ready!"
After hanging up, he straightened out his suit and from his pocket took the mustard he had prepared, sared it around his eyes, and imdiately started jogging towards the cetery entrance.
Rushing towards the rcedes, Lu Hao’s eyes were already "glistening with tears."
He had already prepared what to say and was just waiting to see Luo Xiaoqian. He was going to throw a tantrum, make a scene, and even kneel if necessary, all to make sure he ended up in the deepest, most emotional embrace with her.
Thinking about how his strategy was about to succeed, he swelled with pride, covering the ground to the rcedes in quick strides.
He was still a few steps away from the rcedes when the back door automatically opened.
A foot clad in a high-end Italian custom shoe stepped out leisurely, followed by a person alighting from the car.
As he recognized the face and who it was, Lu Hao’s legs went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees.
My goodness, dear mom, why on earth did you invite this gentleman here!
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Goodnight
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