It took less than three seconds for Youyou to show off his smooth and round shoulders, and Xin Luo immediately squatted in front of him and pulled his shirt up.
"It's so cold, don't take off your clothes indiscriminately!"
Xin Luo's tone was fierce, but her actions were very gentle.
Hastily tightened the shirt for his son, buttoned it, and put the little sweater on him.
Obviously, he was still blaming his son for taking off his clothes without authorization.
The movements are gentle and neat, and it looks like a mother who loves her son and is worried that her son will catch a cold when he takes off his clothes.
"No, no clothes allowed..."
Wan Weiwei suddenly came to her senses, she didn't believe anything.
"I haven't seen it clearly yet, I haven't seen it clearly yet... Let me take another look, I don't believe it's a birthmark!"
She has acted in so many plays and read so many scripts, this kind of plot is totally unreasonable.
If Lu Qilin really had a birthmark on his body, he would never dare to bet on it.
"I don't believe it's a birthmark, I have to take a closer look..."
"What are you looking at, haven't seen enough just now?" Xin Luo hugged Youyou like protecting a calf.
This kind of comparison caused other passers-by to cheer.
"That's right, it's easy for children to catch a cold when they take off their clothes in such cold weather. Just now everyone clearly saw that the little boy did have a birthmark on the back of his left shoulder, but this woman actually said she didn't see it."
"Tch, why didn't I see it, I clearly saw it and didn't want to admit it."
"Yes, if you want me to say that she is a liar, a fake, a counterfeit! Any real mother would not let her son undress in this weather, she must not be a real mother!"
"No nonsense, I didn't see that she didn't even remember the birthmark on her son's back. Such an obvious 'V' birthmark, if my son had one, I would definitely not forget it. This must be a fake!"
Passers-by talk to each other, how sympathetic they were to Wan Weiwei just now, and how disgusted they are now with this woman.
These disgusting voices and comments have also been recorded in the video, and will eventually be posted on the Internet.
Xin Luo repeatedly made sure that Youyou's clothes were on properly, and then led Xiao Youyou to An'an and Dudu.
She whispered softly: "You three stay obediently, the rest is up to mom."
"Yeah, Mommy, come on." Dudu yelled a slogan sweetly, in exchange for a helpless look from Youyou and An An.
Stupid and cute sister, it seems that she can't see what happened at all.
Xin Luo kissed each of the three babies' faces before turning around and walking in front of Wan Weiwei who was still firmly held by the two bodyguards.
At this moment, Wan Weiwei is still shouting that she was designed and asked to see Xiao Youyou's birthmark again.
It's just that at this moment, no passerby present would believe her nonsense.
Standing in front of this woman who was extremely similar to herself, Xin Luo suddenly smiled.
She looked at the fake Tang Xinluo, and said calmly: "Actually, I have always been curious about who pretended to be me. You know, plastic surgery is not so easy to bear. What's more, it still has to be done on the face. Move the knife dozens or hundreds of times, just to become another person."
Abandoning my original appearance, original identity, and even changing my vocal cords...
This is tantamount to completely negating the self, almost letting the past self disappear in this matter.
"Ordinary people don't have such perseverance and endurance. Even if it's for money, they don't. So... there are only two reasons that can support you to do this."
Love and hate are the only two reasons that can make a person make such a decision.
Obviously, for the fake Tang Xinluo in front of her, her hatred for herself was much stronger than the love she felt for Lu Yuchen.
"Wan Weiwei... The only person I can think of is you." Xin Luo gradually approached, lowered her voice and said, "Tell me, am I right, Wan Weiwei."
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