Song Xiulan led the way with a smile on her face.
Xinluo looked at her back and shook his head.
The eye drops Song Xiulan put on are so obvious.
Anyone who came here would know at first glance that she was deliberately trying to sow discord.
But even though he knew that Song Xiulan was trying to instigate him, Xinluo still felt bad after hearing what she said.
She couldn't help but lower her head and asked Youyou, "Did you feel wronged in there just now?"
“No…” The little boy shook his head. “Aunt Xiaoluo, it was too boring inside, so Youyou came to the door to wait for you. Youyou didn’t care at all about what they said.”
That little guy Zhuo Yunfei likes to make some sarcastic remarks to me intentionally or unintentionally every time they meet.
Little Lu Qilin never took this cousin, who was younger than him, seriously.
Be it his provocation or his mischief, in Youyou's opinion, it was all extremely boring.
"Well, Youyou doesn't care about what those people say. Youyou is generous and sensible. But this doesn't mean that others can say bad things about Youyou at will. If you encounter something like what happened in the banquet hall last time, and if Aunt Xiaoluo is not there and doesn't know about it, Youyou must tell Aunt Xiaoluo. Don't worry, Youyou, Aunt Xiaoluo will take care of it for you."
Xinluo rubbed Youyou's head and looked at him with eyes full of love.
Her Youyou was ridiculed by those people because of her negligence.
If she had been with him since she was a child, those people would not dare to bully her Youyou like this.
Little Youyou was comforted by his favorite 'Aunt Xiaoluo' who rubbed his head, and his usually cold face was now more moved.
Hate it, his nose feels a little sour, he doesn’t want to be a crybaby in such an occasion!
But what can I do? It feels so good to have my mother’s protection.
Xiao Youyou was reluctant to let go of Xin Luo's hand, and grabbed the woman's hand on his head and held it tightly in his hand.
He rubbed his little face against the back of Xinluo's hand and said coquettishly, "Aunt Xiaoluo, Youyou likes you the most. After meeting grandma, you should marry daddy quickly. Youyou seems to want you to be Youyou's mother."
In fact, he wanted to marry my mother more.
But the old man would never agree.
So, he could only settle for the next best thing and let her marry the old man and become his mother.
The little guy looked at Xinluo with a very eager look.
Looking at Xinluo's eyes, they were dark and bright, filled with a little hope and prayer.
Xinluo was already filled with deep guilt towards Xiao Youyou, and when she saw his longing eyes, she didn't know how to refuse.
She nodded slightly and said to Youyou: "Don't worry, Youyou, Aunt Xiaoluo will always be with you. Whether you marry your father or not, Aunt Xiaoluo will take care of you like a mother."
“No, looking like a mother and being a mother are two different things! Youyou wants Aunt Xiaoluo to be Youyou’s mother…” The little guy held her hand tightly, as if afraid that she would run away.
Xinluo was just about to tell Youyou that there were some things that were not up to her.
The man placed his big hand on her waist and suddenly pinched it lightly.
"Don't refuse. The brat is right. After we meet the parents today, we will get married."
It was rare that what Lu Qilin said pleased him.
"But… "
"No buts."
The man coldly interrupted her hesitation.
"It is said that a woman will only be willing to marry a man peacefully after meeting his parents. Do you think, if it weren't for your peace of mind, why would I waste my time bringing you to a place like this?" (To be continued)