Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 873

He didn't tell Little Nomi and Mommy that her mother was practicing the dance. He was afraid that if Little Nomi told Monique, what he was going to prepare would be leaked.

Henry still had something to do, so he asked Mandy to accompany Little Nomi.

Little Nomi was very familiar with Mandy.

Little Nomi was not only beautiful, but also cute and obedient. Mandy also liked her very much.

When it was almost time to get off work, Henry asked Little Nomi to call Monique.

Monique, who was already in the car, picked up the phone when she saw Little Nomi.

"Little Nomi, did Dad pick you up?" Monique asked with concern.

She had just received a text message from Henry. Just as Ling Jing was about to teach her the next move, she had no time to reply before she put away her phone.

As soon as she came out, she forgot to send a message to Henry.

"Yes, Papa came to pick me up. I'm in the company now," Little Nomi said in a childish voice.

Her tone was soft and lovely.

"Mommy, are you off work yet? Let's go home together tonight."

Well, Little Nomi was with her father. If she was asked to come together now, would Henry also come?

Monique hesitated for a moment, then said, "Little Nomi, be good. You can have dinner with Dad tonight. Mommy will have dinner with Auntie Louise and another friend today."

"Mommy, I want to go with you." Little Nomi acted like a spoiled child.

Monique frowned and comforted her. "Little Nomi, how about next time? Mommy is out already."

Ling Jing, who was sitting in front of them, could already tell.

Monique was calling her daughter.

"Is it your daughter?" Ling Jing asked.

Monique nodded with a smile.

"If she wants to come, let her father take her out with her," Ling Jing said casually.

Monique didn't know that Ling Jing knew that Henry was her child's father.

At the thought of letting Henry come out with her, she would be in a panic.

Looking at Ling Jing, she didn't look like she was joking.

Monique had no choice but to nod.

She said to Little Nomi, "Little Nomi, an aunt here wants to talk to you. Her name is Ling Jing, and she is your mother's dancing teacher. You have to call her Aunt Ling."

Little Nomi happily agreed.

Ling Jing took the phone from Monique's slender hand. Her hand was as white as jade.

Ling Jing couldn't help glancing at Monique.

Perhaps because she had just spoken to her daughter, Monique's face was warm, and the corners of her lips were raised with a hint of doting.

Her smile was pure and sweet, like a brilliant cherry blossom.

"Little Nomi!" Ling Jing followed Monique's gentle call of Little Nomi.

"Hello, Aunt Ling!" Little Nomi's bell-like voice came from the other end of the phone.

Her soft and sweet tone almost melted Ling Jing's heart.