Other women would just flatter him or pretend to like him.
Pleasing him is just a shortcut for them to curry favor with Lu Yuchen.
Just like Tang Mi, she treated him nicely on the surface, but in fact, she looked at him as if he was a hen that laid golden eggs.
He was just a tool for them to compete for favor. Although Lu Qilin was young, he saw it very clearly.
But Aunt Xiao Luo is completely different from these women.
When she looked at him, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with love.
Even when she was with an older man, her love and care for him did not diminish in the slightest.
In fact, she was rarely on her side.
The "burden" that other women avoid becomes a treasure in her eyes.
If she was really just an ordinary woman who had nothing to do with him, this behavior was totally unreasonable.
Aunt Xiao Luo is so nice. When she looks at Youyou, there is even more love in her peach blossom eyes than when she looks at Lu Yuchen.
It was from that moment that little Lu Qilin suddenly realized.
This woman, who made him hug her and not want to let go as soon as he saw her, might have a more complicated identity.
"They all said that she looks like my mother, and that she had plastic surgery on purpose to get closer to you. But old man, have you ever seen a woman who had plastic surgery with an expression as natural as Aunt Xiao Luo's?"
"Besides, I have kissed her face. It was very soft and comfortable. I even had a water fight with her. She was not afraid of me kneading her face. I can guarantee that it is absolutely original."
The little boy's words made the man frown in displeasure.
Just when he was about to warn him not to touch his woman, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the boy's lowered head.
The little head, looking downward, looks lonely and forlorn.
For a moment, I felt soft-hearted.
The man reached out and touched the top of the boy's head, rubbing it gently, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Youyou shook his head and said, "I just wonder why both of us are so stupid. Our wife and mother may be right in front of us, but we don't recognize her."
Lu Yuchen: “…”
He is not stupid, he just has no impression of Tang Xinluo.
But now, like Youyou, he also began to doubt the little woman's true identity.
“Dad…” Youyou looked at him and rarely spoke to him in such a tone.
"You said... We don't remember Aunt Xiao Luo, so why doesn't she recognize us? Or is it that we are just feeling wrong? But I think my feeling is correct..."
"So, she doesn't acknowledge us, is it because she doesn't want me anymore?"
After all, they are children. No matter how calm and mature they are at other times, they will inevitably become emotional at times like this.
Little Youyou's usually cold eyes were now filled with layers of moisture.
He couldn't be sure that Aunt Xiao Luo was his mother.
But he believed that his intuition was correct.
The way the little boy lowered his head made Lu Yuchen feel a rare urge to comfort him.
If the little woman was really Tang Xinluo, he thought, he might understand why she was unwilling to reveal her identity.
When she left like that, she must have felt heavy with guilt, both towards Youyou and Lu Yuchen's first personality.
Thinking of this, the man felt a little distressed.
He frowned and squatted.
Looking at the little boy, "Are you sure that Aunt Xiaoluo is Tang Xinluo?"
Youyou thought about it and nodded firmly.
The man was silent for a few seconds, then said in a deep voice: "Okay, I understand. I will find an opportunity to bring her home for dinner. If she is really Tang Xinluo, what do you think will happen?" (To be continued)