After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 816 - 820: Mo Mo’s Film Remuneration

Leng Zimo took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around the little guy’s thin innerwear-clad body, then stood up with him in his arms, his tone calm.

"Consider it Mo Mo’s pay then."

This time, not just Seo Fei, even Zhou Ping and Mike were all surprised.

They hadn’t been with Leng Zimo for just a day or two, they knew he was always one to stick to his words.

Earlier, when they heard him agree with Mo Mo, they thought he was just trying to placate a child. Now hearing him say this, everyone realized he wasn’t joking.

Millions in film compensation, even an actor like Qin Lan wouldn’t get such a price, yet he easily gave that to a child actor with just a few scenes?!

This... this is too exaggerated!

Under everyone’s gaze, Leng Zimo had already taken the little guy into the dressing room and closed the door.

A moment later, when the two men came out again, both were neatly dressed, faint smiles on their faces.

"Zhou Ping, go prepare the contract." Leng Zimo smiled at the little guy beside him, "The undeveloped residential area in Qingdao, consider it his compensation. Mo Mo, does that sound good to you?"

"Yes." The little guy immediately nodded with a smile.

His heart was filled with joy.

His grandma’s house, he had gotten it back for his mom. Mom would definitely be very happy.

Seo Fei stepped forward, still wanting to persuade Leng Zimo to change his decision, "President Leng..."

"There’s no need to say more, I’ve already decided." Leng Zimo tightly held Luo Jun’s small hand in his, glanced at his watch, "Changing the contract will take a while. It’s almost noon, how about we all go have a meal together?"

"Sure." The little guy replied with a smile.

He lifted his face to look at Mike and John, and Leng Zimo calmly asked, "You two don’t mind, right?"

"Of course not, but John will join you." Mike smiled, "Mr. Leng, you don’t mind, do you?"

"Of course not." Leng Zimo shrugged, leading the little guy towards the door, "What do you want to eat, Chinese or Western cuisine?"

"I want to eat dumplings, is that okay?" the little guy asked.

"You like dumplings too?"

"Uncle Zimo doesn’t like them?"

"How could that be? Uncle Zimo loves dumplings the most."

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Evening.

The lakeside villa.

The little guy, wrapped in a bathrobe, brought the contract, climbed onto the bed, and handed it to Luo Xiaoqian, "Mom, look, this is my contract."

Luo Xiaoqian took the contract and carefully examined it under the bedside lamp. In the remuneration section, it indeed stated that the undeveloped land would be handed over to Luo Jun as payment.

Luo Xiaoqian originally thought this was just a comforting joke from Leng Zimo to Luo Jun.

Seeing the black and white print, along with Leng Zimo’s signature at the end, she realized it wasn’t a joke.

Leng Zimo, has he gone crazy?!

Looking at the contract in her hand, she was astonished.

"Uncle Zimo is amazing. He can not only play the piano but also cook. He even said that next time he would take me home to have homemade Chinese food..." The little guy, not noticing her astonishment, continued excitedly talking about "Uncle Zimo." "Oh, and Uncle Zimo said he lives nearby too..."

"What?!" Luo Xiaoqian was shocked, "He lives nearby too?"

"Yes." Luo Jun nodded, "During the meal, he asked me where I lived, and I said the place I live is separated by woods from the lake. Then Uncle Zimo said he lives right across the lake... Mom, can we go to Uncle Zimo’s house as a guest someday?"