After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 895 - 899: The Life She Wants

Turning the steering wheel to the right, and steering the car off the main road, Leng Zimo pulls over and smoothly takes off his jacket to cover the little guy.

"Now, hide."

The little guy immediately shrinks his small arms and legs, hiding his entire body under the large jacket.

"Good. Unless I call you, don’t come out, alright!"

After instructing the little guy, Leng Zimo directly opens the door and gets out of the car.

The paparazzi on both sides never imagined he would suddenly get out of the car; they had already chased him onto the next lane, but didn’t have time to reverse, so they just stopped behind his car, pretending to be ordinary passers-by.

Leng Zimo walks over nonchalantly, completely ignoring anyone following behind. He opens the trunk, pulls out a pair of long-handled pliers from the toolbox, holds them in his hand, and walks straight to the car in front of them.

Bang!

With one hit, the side window shatters into pieces.

The paparazzi inside the car are shocked, hurriedly raising his hand to cover his face while Leng Zimo’s hand has already reached in through the broken window, taking the camera from him and pressing the shutter, capturing the two inside the car.

"Leng Zimo, you..." One of the paparazzi angrily shouted, "What are you..."

Smoothly extracting the memory card from the camera, Leng Zimo throws the camera back to the person.

"Want to survive in this industry, stay away from me!"

The person wants to say more, but the paparazzi driving has already forced a smile, "Mr. Leng, sorry, sorry!"

Turning around, Leng Zimo puts the pliers back into the trunk, gets in the car, and the Audi R8 drives off into the distance.

Seeing the camera without the memory card, the paparazzi inside the car angrily curses, "This guy is too much, I’ll publish an article tomorrow."

The middle-aged man driving looks bitter, "Didn’t you see he took our pictures? If you dare to post about him, you really don’t want to stay in this circle. Don’t forget how Zhang Hua ended up in jail!"

"So we just let it go?" the young man asks unwillingly.

"What else can we do?" the middle-aged man sighs, looking at the broken side window, filled with heartache, "This car has been with us for less than a month, and it’s still new. It’s just bad luck. Better stay far away from him next time."

Inside the car.

Leng Zimo smiles, looking at the little guy snuggled under the jacket, "Alright, it’s safe to come out now."

Luo Jun pokes his little head out from under the jacket, "Are the bad guys gone?"

"Yeah, Uncle Zimo chased them away," Leng Zimo says.

"Uncle Zimo is amazing!" The little guy’s eyes artfully reveal admiration.

Leng Zimo returns his smile and slowly drives the car into the villa neighborhood.

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That evening, when Luo Xiaoqian returns home, the city lights have already come on.

Seeing Leng Zimo’s car parked outside the house, she smiles and parks her car in the garage, carrying the specially bought wine into the living room, only to see Luo Jun setting the tableware while Leng Zimo carries the soup from the kitchen to the table.

"Mo Mo, well done!"

Noticing the neatly arranged tableware, Leng Zimo doesn’t hold back his praise.

Observing the warm scene between father and son, Luo Xiaoqian feels filled with joy.

This is the life she has always wanted!

"Mom!" Luo Jun turns his face and sees her standing in the living room, immediately running over, "You came back just in time. Uncle Zimo and I just finished cooking."

Leng Zimo is undoing the apron around his waist, turning his face toward her, his lips instantly curling upward, showing a smile.