After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 831 - 835 She is Adorable in Her Own Right

"It’s okay."

Although he somewhat 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 somewhat 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 me 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 names like this?"

"Ah... I just saved it randomly at that time," Luo Xiaoqian said casually.

She actually saved his name "randomly." Frustrated by her indifference, Leng Zimo felt slightly displeased.

He’s not someone 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 time, 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 memorable, so actually I don’t need to save it to remember it. If you don’t believe me, I can recite it for you!"

Leng Zimo took her words as an excuse and immediately commanded.

"Recite."

Luo Xiaoqian froze for a moment, then promptly recited his number.

That number had long become an indelible sequence in her memory; she could recite it backward fluently.

She actually remembered it, which somewhat 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 me a ride home, 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 me home," 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 some reason, he just wanted to spend more time with her.

"Are you really okay?" Luo Xiaoqian frowned at him.

Leng Zimo shrugged, "Do you mind me 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.