novelraw Chapter 893 - 897: Big Scoop
Chapter 893 - 897: Big Scoop
"Mom, Uncle Zimo said you owe him something, what is it?" After hanging up the phone, Mo Mo curiously asked.
Luo Xiaoqian’s cheeks flushed slightly. She knew, of course, he meant the goodnight kiss she owed him, but naturally, she couldn’t tell Mo Mo that. "It’s nothing, let’s go take a bath."
"Okay." The little guy held her hand and went upstairs, "Tomorrow, I’m going to tell the kids in my class that my dad is as handsome as Uncle Zimo."
Hearing this, Luo Xiaoqian felt a pang of heartache. She bent down and cuddled the little guy in her arms, gently asking, "Mo Mo, do you miss your dad?"
"Of course, I miss him." The little guy’s face dimmed a little, "Teacher Tang said that on Children’s Day, the kindergarten is having an event, and everyone’s mom and dad will participate. It would be great if dad could come back for Children’s Day."
Because Luo Xiaoqian had always told the little guy that his dad was on a business trip far away because of something very important and couldn’t come back, the little guy naturally assumed that one day he’d come back, so he said this.
Hugging the little guy tightly in her arms, Luo Xiaoqian gently kissed his face, "Mo Mo, be good. Dad... hasn’t finished his work yet, and he probably won’t come back for Children’s Day. How about we skip the event and go to Disneyland instead?"
"Can’t we have Uncle Zimo pretend to be dad?" the little guy asked.
"This..." Seeing the expectation in his big eyes, she really couldn’t bear to refuse, "Well... we need to ask Uncle Zimo."
It’s April now, and there are two months until Children’s Day. Will there be any progress in two months?!
Luo Xiaoqian, unsure.
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Sega International Academy.
A white Mini slowly drove into the academy’s gate, with Huangfu Ruo driving it unaware that someone had been tailing her the whole way.
Glancing at her watch, there were still a few minutes until school was out. She opened the door and got out of the car. Just after locking the car, she saw a blue R8 stop not far from her.
Instinctively, Huangfu Ruo took a step back to clear the path.
The car door opened, and Leng Zimo emerged from the car, giving her a smile, "Ruoruo."
"Brother Zimo, I thought this car looked familiar," Huangfu Ruo walked over in surprise.
Leng Zimo smiled at her, "Qin Lan should be back in a few days, I’m waiting for him to come back to start filming!"
"He’ll be back by next week at the latest." Huangfu Ruo’s face showed confusion, "Why are you here?"
"Mother Mo Mo has something to do, I’m here to help pick Mo Mo up," Leng Zimo said.
He’s here to pick up Mo Mo?!
Huangfu Ruo smiled ambiguously, "What, are you really going to let Mother Mo Mo and her child into your harem?"
"Mo Mo is now a signed young actor with our company, and filming will start in a few days. I need to communicate with her mother, it’s just work," Leng Zimo said blandly.
In the distance, the kindergarten gate slowly opened, and Leng Zimo put his sunglasses back on, "By the way, why don’t you help me bring him out?"
"Alright." Huangfu Ruo also knew about his identity, which wasn’t very suitable, so she started walking towards the kindergarten gate.
In the distance, outside the academy gate.
In a black sedan, the young man lowered the camera in his hand, "Leng Zimo, why has he come to this kindergarten too?!"
"Leng Zimo?!" The man in the driver’s seat looked shocked, "You must’ve seen it wrong, right?"
"No way, if you don’t believe it, take a look." The young man handed over the binoculars.
The man driving took the binoculars and carefully looked into the academy, seeing Leng Zimo standing by the car wearing sunglasses. He was just as shocked, "It’s really Leng Zimo. Is he also here for Qin Lan’s daughter?!"
"I don’t think so," the young man adjusted the focus of his camera, smiling excitedly, "We might capture some big scoop this time."
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