After listening to Zhuo Yarong's words, Tang Xinluo lay down obediently.
Covered in the quilt, a pair of watery peach blossom eyes appeared from under the quilt, looking at Zhuo Yarong.
"Mom... You don't have to stay here with me. Go and rest too."
When Tang Xinluo first woke up from the nightmare, his heart was broken.
Before she fell asleep, she was tortured terribly by Lu Yuchen.
In the car, his eyes were so bloodthirsty and his actions were so brutal and unreasonable.
The things he forced himself to do were without mercy and could almost be considered a punishment.
But now, her broken heart was healed by Zhuo Yarong.
Zhuo Yarong's tolerance and warmth made her think of her deceased mother.
Like Zhuo Yarong, she was willing to listen to her grievances, trust her and give her a chance to explain.
"Don't worry... Mom will stay with you. When you fall asleep, Mom will go to rest."
Zhuo Yarong was not at ease leaving Tang Xinluo here alone.
She looked so fragile, so tiny, as if she would disappear at any moment.
Pregnant women are most likely to have wild thoughts. Whether for the sake of the Lu family's bloodline or for Tang Xinluo's health, Zhuo Yarong must stay here at this time.
Tang Xinluo tried to persuade her for a while, but realized that it was useless. Plus, she was really tired now, so she slowly closed her eyes without realizing it.
Watching over Tang Xinluo and watching her gradually fall asleep, Zhuo Yarong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Look at the time, it's four in the morning.
Zhuo Yarong was just about to lean on the sofa to rest for a while when the bedroom door opened.
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"Yuchen, you're back!? Let's go... let's talk outside."
Zhuo Yarong saw who was standing at the door and a look of surprise appeared on her face.
But thinking that his daughter-in-law had just fallen asleep, he immediately lowered his voice, walked over, and tried to pull his son out.
"No need." Lu Yuchen pulled Zhuo Yarong's hand off his arm.
"Mom, you go back first... I'm tired."
Lu Yuchen's expression looked no different from usual, except that it was a little more cold and indifferent.
But the drunkenness that lingered around him made Zhuo Yarong feel a little worried.
"Come out with me first, I have something to tell you..."
There were some things she felt she had to explain clearly to her son.
It’s a pity that Lu Yuchen didn’t appreciate it.
"It's too late. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Ever since her son became sensible, she could no longer control him.
Lu Yuchen had a strong intention to drive him away, and Zhuo Yarong had no choice but to let him rest first, thinking of explaining the matter of Yue Ze to him tomorrow.
After Zhuo Yarong left, Lu Yuchen's expressionless face finally showed a hint of emotion.
He frowned, his dark eyes falling on Tang Xinluo's sleeping face.
Tang Xinluo was sleeping with her eyes tightly closed, and there were even crystal tears on her thick eyelashes that were as thin as wings.
There were traces of tears on her face, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly red and swollen.
Lu Yuchen just stared at her.
I don't know how long I stared at him, but the man in the darkness suddenly moved.
Then, he walked into the bathroom.
A moment later, the man, having washed off the smell of alcohol, came out of the bathroom in his bathrobe.
There was a wet towel in my hand.
He gently approached the bed and made sure that the little woman on the bed was soundly asleep and showed no signs of waking up.
He bent down and used the wet towel in his hand to gently wipe the tears from her little face.
I was originally going to wipe her little face and leave the bedroom.
But with such close contact, seeing her sleeping soundly, she looked unusually well-behaved and docile.
Finally, Lu Yuchen couldn't help himself and gently kissed her slightly open lips.
In her sleep, a low and hoarse voice seemed to ring in Tang Xinluo's ears.
"Xiao Luo, I'm sorry." (To be continued)