After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 823 - 827: The Luo of Luoyang

Luo Jun blinked, "Me? My surname is Luo, the one... the one..."

Leng Lin’s brow furrowed anxiously, "Is it the Luo from Luoyang?"

"Luoyang?" The little guy shook his head quickly, "No, it’s the daughter of someone called Fuxi or something like that..."

Leng Zimo chuckled, "Is it Luo Shen, the daughter of Fuxi?"

The little guy nodded immediately, "Yes, Uncle Zimo, you are so smart. That’s what my mom told me."

Luo Momo?!

Leng Lin stood up, grabbing the little guy’s arm excitedly, "Then what about your mom? What’s your mom’s name?"

His movements were too quick and abrupt, startling the little guy, "Grandpa?!"

"Dad!" Leng Zimo looked at little Luo Jun’s nervous face, displeased, he pulled him over and held him in his arms, "Why are you so agitated?!"

"I..." Leng Lin glanced at Leng Zimo holding Luo Jun with concern, forced a smile to cover up, "It’s nothing, I... I’m just curious. Momo, do you want to eat some fruit? Grandpa will take you downstairs to eat some fruit, okay?!"

Luo Jun looked out the window, "It’s getting dark, Uncle Zimo, we should go home, otherwise, mom will worry."

Leng Zimo glanced at his watch, "Alright, Uncle Zimo will take you home."

He picked up the little socks from the side and helped the little guy put them on carefully before putting on his shoes. Then he carried him off the bed.

"Dad, Aunt Su, we’re leaving now."

"Why don’t you stay for dinner?" Leng Lin suggested.

"No need, I promised his mom to return him before dinner," Leng Zimo replied.

"Well... alright then." Leng Lin walked up and patted little Luo Jun’s head, "Momo is so cute, his mom must be very beautiful, right?"

"Maybe," Leng Zimo shrugged, "I haven’t met his mom yet."

Holding the little guy’s hand, Leng Zimo walked straight to the door, followed by Leng Lin and Aunt Su.

As they walked out the door and got into the car, Luo Jun didn’t forget to politely say goodbye to the two of them.

Leng Lin held the little guy’s hand, reluctant to let go, "Momo, come visit grandpa again next time. Grandpa will take you to the shooting range to see the guns, okay?"

"Really?"

"Of course, grandpa always keeps his word."

"Okay, then next time, I’ll come with Uncle Zimo." The little guy immediately agreed.

Aunt Su also brought some fruits and put them in the car for the little guy to eat on the way. Leng Lin closed the car door, and Leng Zimo drove off with Momo, leaving the Leng Family.

Watching Leng Zimo’s car gradually disappear, Leng Lin still stood there without moving.

"Sigh!" Aunt Su sighed behind him, "If only Xiao Qian hadn’t left back then, that child would be about this big now, it’s really... tragic!"

"Alright, be careful what you say in front of Zimo in the future," Leng Lin reminded sternly, then turned and went upstairs, directly entering the study room. He casually took a photo album from the bookshelf.

The album contained photos of the Leng Family brothers when they were young.

When he flipped to the third time, Leng Lin’s gaze stopped on one of the photos.

The photo showed a four or five-year-old boy sitting on a small stool, flipping through a music score, with his adorable little eyebrows slightly furrowed.

That look was exactly like little Luo Jun just now.

This photo was of little Leng Zimo, around four, almost five years old.

After a moment’s contemplation, Leng Lin turned around and walked to the desk, placed the album on the table, picked up the receiver, and dialed a number.

"It’s me, Leng Lin, I need you to check on someone for me."

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