After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 926 - 930: The Scar on His Shoulder

At this moment, their hearts were only filled with each other, completely ignoring everything else.

Luo Xiaoqian’s phone was buzzing in the hallway on the first floor, but she naturally didn’t hear it.

The corner of the phone screen peeking out from her pocket displayed a text message.

"Seo Fei is driving out of the city and is heading to the Lakeside Villa District."

Outside, a car from Jiake District slowly drove into the neighborhood, parking not far from Leng Zimo’s Villa, with Seo Fei sitting in the driver’s seat.

Through the windshield, she looked at Leng Zimo’s villa not far away, with its lights off, and frowned deeply, almost mad with jealousy.

Leng Zimo hadn’t come back so late, he must be with that woman?!

Just as she hesitated to leave, the light in the upstairs bedroom suddenly came on.

Seeing the light on upstairs, Seo Fei let her hand holding the car key drop down.

Someone’s in the room?!

Feeling elated, she immediately pushed open the car door, then reconsidered and sat back in the driver’s seat, turned on the car lights, checked her hair in the mirror to ensure everything was perfect before taking out her phone and dialing Leng Zimo’s number.

The call was quickly connected, but despite Seo Fei’s eager anticipation, nobody picked up even after a long time.

Seo Fei looked at the lights upstairs in Leng Zimo’s villa and redialed stubbornly.

She redialed several times in succession, but there was still no answer.

Upstairs, in the bedroom.

Leng Zimo wrapped a towel around his waist, carrying Luo Xiaoqian out of the bathroom like a baby, gently using the towel to wipe the water off her.

He laid her on the bed, pulled a thin blanket over her naked body, and carefully dried her hair with the towel before heading into the bathroom to get the hairdryer.

As soon as he sat down by the bed, she nonchalantly moved her little head over to rest on his thigh.

When with him, she always enjoyed lying like this, flipping through magazines, letting him dry her hair.

But this time was different, as he dried her hair, she just watched him with a smile.

He was always very focused when doing things, whether working, playing the piano, cooking, or kissing her.

"What are you looking at?"

Noticing her gaze, Leng Zimo paused his action and asked with a smile.

"I like watching you when you’re focused," she answered honestly.

"Do you know what I like to do?" he asked.

She gently shook her head.

He raised three fingers, "Three things!"

She had never heard him say this before, and sat upright curiously, asking, "Which three things?!"

He pinched her chin, "Kiss you, hold you, want you!"

She blushed, "Rascal!"

He just laughed, naturally leaning over to peck at her lips, "Hungry?!"

"Do you have anything good to eat here?!"

"Of course." He pointed to himself, "Me!"

"Get out of here!" She playfully hit him lightly on the chest.

Leng Zimo chuckled and then stood up, "I’ll go check what’s in the fridge, wait for me, I’ll be right back."

He opened the wardrobe, casually took out a robe and draped it over himself, smiled at her, then opened the door and headed downstairs, turning on the living room lights, he casually picked up the clothes on the floor onto the sofa, turned, and went into the kitchen, opening the fridge.

Inside the fridge were only some convenience foods.

Leng Zimo casually took out a bag of frozen dumplings, turned on the stove, and started boiling water.