Returning to the hotel, Luo Xiaoqian settled the custor down, and the first thing she did was take out her phone and open WeChat.
"I have safely arrived at the hotel. Mo Mo, be good and listen. I’ll call you later."
After sending the video ssage, Luo Xiaoqian imdiately left the room to take the custor out for dinner.
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Beijing.
Lakeside Villa.
Luo Jun ran into the kitchen holding Leng Zimo’s phone. In the kitchen, Leng Zimo was wearing Luo Xiaoqian’s apron, making dumplings for the little ones.
"Uncle Zimo, phone."
Leng Zimo washed his hands, took the phone, and imdiately squatted down with a smile, "Mo Mo, it’s not a phone call, it’s a voice ssage from mom."
He opened the video, and Luo Xiaoqian’s voice imdiately ca out.
After listening to the voice ssage, the little one looked at the bowl of dumpling filling, "Uncle Zimo, are you done yet?"
"What, hungry?" Leng Zimo asked with a smile.
The little one shook his head, "No, I already ate at kindergarten. I just want to play video gas with you. Mom and Uncle John always lose to ; it’s so boring."
"You’re that good!" Leng Zimo laughed, "Alright, go upstairs and get ready. I’ll challenge you in ten minutes!"
The little one cheered and went upstairs.
A mont later, Leng Zimo tidied up the kitchen and went upstairs to the little one’s room. Sure enough, he saw that everything was ready.
Seeing him co in, the little one imdiately patted the empty spot beside him, "I promise, you’re going to lose terribly!"
"That’s not necessarily true!" Sitting down next to the little one, Leng Zimo picked up his ga controller, and the two imdiately started the ga.
In the first round, Leng Zimo wasn’t familiar with the rules and lost.
In the second round, it was a draw.
In the third round, Leng Zimo won.
"Again!"
The little one didn’t get discouraged after losing; he kept getting braver and braver. Leng Zimo didn’t hold back either, playing with all his might. Although the little one won less and lost more, he had a great ti.
Quickly, an hour had passed.
"It’s 8:30; you should go to bed."
Leng Zimo put down the controller. The little one obediently turned off the TV and ga console and made his way to Luo Xiaoqian’s room.
"Where are you going?"
Leng Zimo asked puzzledly.
"Mom’s room!" The little one turned his face, "I always sleep with mom."
Leng Zimo frowned slightly, "You’re already four years old; you should sleep on your own."
"I know, but I need to protect mom. Mom has nightmares, and when she does, I’m responsible for waking her up." The little one explained seriously to him.
Squatting down, holding his small shoulders, Leng Zimo frowned, "Does Sissi often have nightmares?"
"Yes, several tis she’s cried so badly. I guess she must be dreaming about dad." Luo Jun pressed his face against his neck, "Uncle Zimo, can you carry to bed? Mom said my dad is Chinese. I guess he’s tall, handso, and gentle like you."
Holding the little one tightly in his arms, Leng Zimo lifted him from the ground, "Tonight, Uncle Zimo will sleep with you. Treat Uncle Zimo as dad, okay?!"
"Really?!" The little one imdiately looked up excitedly, "Then will you tell stories? I heard from Wanwan that her dad is good at telling stories."
Leng Zimo laughed, patting the little one’s head, "Of course, Uncle Zimo can do everything that dads do, and even things they can’t!"
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Good afternoon
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