After rejecting my celebrity husband novel Chapter 823

Chapter 823: Chapter 827: The Luo of Luoyang

Luo Jun blinked, "Me? My surname is Luo, the one... the one..."

Leng Lin’s brow furrowed anxiously, "Is it the Luo from Luoyang?"

"Luoyang?" The little guy shook his head quickly, "No, it’s the daughter of someone called Fuxi or something like that..."

Leng Zimo chuckled, "Is it Luo Shen, the daughter of Fuxi?"

The little guy nodded immediately, "Yes, Uncle Zimo, you are so smart. That’s what my mom told me."

Luo Momo?!

Leng Lin stood up, grabbing the little guy’s arm excitedly, "Then what about your mom? What’s your mom’s name?"

His movements were too quick and abrupt, startling the little guy, "Grandpa?!"

"Dad!" Leng Zimo looked at little Luo Jun’s nervous face, displeased, he pulled him over and held him in his arms, "Why are you so agitated?!"

"I..." Leng Lin glanced at Leng Zimo holding Luo Jun with concern, forced a smile to cover up, "It’s nothing, I... I’m just curious. Momo, do you want to eat some fruit? Grandpa will take you downstairs to eat some fruit, okay?!"

Luo Jun looked out the window, "It’s getting dark, Uncle Zimo, we should go home, otherwise, mom will worry."

Leng Zimo glanced at his watch, "Alright, Uncle Zimo will take you home."

He picked up the little socks from the side and helped the little guy put them on carefully before putting on his shoes. Then he carried him off the bed.

"Dad, Aunt Su, we’re leaving now."

"Why don’t you stay for dinner?" Leng Lin suggested.

"No need, I promised his mom to return him before dinner," Leng Zimo replied.

"Well... alright then." Leng Lin walked up and patted little Luo Jun’s head, "Momo is so cute, his mom must be very beautiful, right?"

"Maybe," Leng Zimo shrugged, "I haven’t met his mom yet."

The album contained photos of the Leng Family brothers when they were young.

When he flipped to the third time, Leng Lin’s gaze stopped on one of the photos.

The photo showed a four or five-year-old boy sitting on a small stool, flipping through a music score, with his adorable little eyebrows slightly furrowed.

That look was exactly like little Luo Jun just now.

This photo was of little Leng Zimo, around four, almost five years old.

After a moment’s contemplation, Leng Lin turned around and walked to the desk, placed the album on the table, picked up the receiver, and dialed a number.

"It’s me, Leng Lin, I need you to check on someone for me."

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