After rejecting my celebrity husband novel Chapter 822

Chapter 822: Chapter 826 Carved from the Same Mold

"Hello, Grandpa." The little guy immediately greeted obediently.

"Hello." Leng Lin smiled broadly when he saw the adorable little child.

Achoo!

The little guy suddenly sniffled and sneezed.

Leng Zimo’s heart tightened, he quickly carried him into his bedroom, "I’ll give him a bath first, and then talk to you later."

Entering the bedroom, he didn’t bother to change his shoes, and turned on the faucet to fill the bathtub. He helped the little guy take off his clothes, carefully checked the water temperature, then placed him in the bathtub, washed him thoroughly, wrapped him in a large bath towel, and carefully carried him to the bed in the other room to dry him off.

The little guy was ticklish. As he dried him, Luo Jun giggled and curled up.

"It tickles!"

Seeing the little guy’s joyful face, Leng Zimo felt a surge of affection and lightly tickled his small waist. The little guy immediately laughed heartily, "Ha... Uncle Zimo, you can’t tickle me..."

Watching his adorable expression, Leng Zimo also started laughing.

The two of them played around for a while before finally finishing drying his body, changing him into a fresh, dry towel, tucking the soft little guy into the blanket, and helping him dry his hair. Only then did Leng Zimo go into the bathroom to shower.

When he changed and came out, the little guy was holding a bowl of sugar water, chatting with Leng Lin.

"Grandpa is a general, right?"

"You know that?"

"I heard Uncle Zimo say it..."

"This little guy is so cute, whose child is he?" Seeing Leng Zimo come out, Leng Lin asked curiously.

Leng Zimo helped the little guy put on the clothes, not noticing their small exchanging looks.

"These clothes really fit." Aunt Su came forward to help as she observed the neatly dressed Little Luojun, she sighed, "I didn’t notice earlier, but now that I look closely, this little guy really looks like Zimo when he was young."

Leng Zimo examined the little guy in front of him, "Is that so?"

Aunt Su hugged Luo Jun, lovingly pinching his little face, "Of course, you see these eyes, this nose, this little mouth... You two look like you were cut from the same mold. Anyone who didn’t know would think you were father and son."

Leng Lin looked at Luo Jun, then at Leng Zimo, suddenly having an idea, "Mo Mo, what’s your surname?!"

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Good night.