"It’s okay."
Although he sowhat didn’t understand why she knew he was Leng Zimo but deliberately pretended not to recognize him, Leng Zimo didn’t intend to argue with her.
Even though her image was different from his imagined picture of Mother Mo Mo, he really liked this woman in front of him. Whether it was her face, her voice, or her sowhat incoherent way of speaking.
No wonder she could give birth to such a cute son; she herself was very cute.
His gaze was too intense, making her entire body feel uncomfortable. Biting her lip, Luo Xiaoqian spoke again, "Um... Mr. Leng, could you give back my phone?"
Lowering his right hand, Leng Zimo hung up the phone and naturally took note of the "L" on the screen.
"L?" He lightly raised an eyebrow and looked at Luo Xiaoqian across from him, "Do you like to store nas like this?"
"Ah... I just saved it randomly at that ti," Luo Xiaoqian said casually.
She actually saved his na "randomly." Frustrated by her indifference, Leng Zimo felt slightly displeased.
He’s not soone who cares about others’ opinions of him, nor does he concern himself with fans and such. But this woman’s indifference towards him, he didn’t like it.
Seeing that he was unhappy, Luo Xiaoqian hurried to explain, "At that ti, I was just thinking about Mo Mo’s injury, so I saved it with a letter and later forgot to change it. But... your phone number is very morable, so actually I don’t need to save it to rember it. If you don’t believe , I can recite it for you!"
Leng Zimo took her words as an excuse and imdiately commanded.
"Recite."
Luo Xiaoqian froze for a mont, then promptly recited his number.
That number had long beco an indelible sequence in her mory; she could recite it backward fluently.
She actually rembered it, which sowhat surprised Leng Zimo.
Handing her the phone, he smiled with satisfaction.
Luo Xiaoqian secretly sighed with relief, "So... can I go now?"
"No," Leng Zimo said.
This guy, does he have to be so domineering?!
Luo Xiaoqian suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at him, "Why?"
Leng Zimo looked at her face, "Do you have work this afternoon?"
"Nothing this afternoon," Luo Xiaoqian replied casually.
"My leg hurts a bit, probably can’t drive, you don’t mind giving a ride ho, right?"
"Does it hurt badly?"
Worried, Luo Xiaoqian looked at his leg, squatted down, and carefully rolled up his pant leg. There was a scrape on his leg, not very serious.
"It doesn’t seem problematic externally." She stood up, supporting his arm, "I wonder if it’s a bone issue, maybe I should take you to the hospital?"
"Just take ho," Leng Zimo said.
In fact, his leg was just scraped, and the pain was entirely ignorable, but he didn’t want to let her go. For so reason, he just wanted to spend more ti with her.
"Are you really okay?" Luo Xiaoqian frowned at him.
Leng Zimo shrugged, "Do you mind riding in your car?"
"Of course... not," Luo Xiaoqian gestured to her car with her chin, "Let’s go, I’ll help you over."
When they reached the car, she took out the keys and unlocked it, opening the passenger door for him. Leng Zimo ducked down and sat inside the car, while she squatted down to carefully lift his injured right leg.
Her hair had already loosened a bit; as she lowered her head, the hairpin slipped, and her hair, originally pinned up, cascaded down like a waterfall, the smooth strands falling onto his leg and brushing against his palm.
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