Zhuo Yarong stayed by Tang Xinluo's bedside last night, neither leaving nor sleeping.
Just now, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she leaned on the sofa and slept for a while.
As a result, just after falling asleep, Xin Luo was awakened by a nightmare.
Zhuo Yarong pitifully hugged Tang Xinluo, whose face was covered in cold sweat and tears were still in the corners of her eyes.
Gently patted her on the back, "Xinluo, don't be afraid, mom is here."
…
Tang Xinluo's thoughts were still immersed in the terrifying and realistic dream just now.
Hearing Zhuo Yarong's words, she seemed to slowly recover a little bit of sanity.
But when she raised her eyes to see the person in front of her, she couldn't help shrinking back.
In the dream, the contempt in Zhuo Yarong's eyes almost merged with the current scene.
"Xinluo... what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"
Zhuo Yarong noticed Tang Xinluo's abnormality, her face was full of concern.
The concern on her face did not seem to be fake, Tang Xinluo was wrapped in the quilt, looking at Zhuo Yarong vigilantly with her big black eyes.
The tears in her eyes couldn't be shed, her poor appearance made Zhuo Yarong's nose ache when she saw it.
What a poor child.
Seeing Tang Xinluo like this, Zhuo Yarong couldn't help thinking of when she was pregnant with Lu Yuchen.
"Don't be afraid, Xinluo... Don't worry, Mom is here. Did Yu Chen bully you? It's okay, tell Mom, Mom will make the decision for you."
Zhuo Yarong's voice was as gentle as water, and the air of nobility that could not eat the world's fireworks faded away, replaced by the warmth and caring of a mother and an elder.
Tang Xinluo looked at Zhuo Yarong who was completely different from the one in the dream, and couldn't help but shed more tears.
She suddenly felt that Zhuo Yarong in front of her was like her dead mother, exuding an inexplicable sense of security.
"mom… "
Tang Xinluo couldn't bear it anymore, she plunged into Zhuo Yarong's arms, pouring out all the grievances in her heart.
After a while.
"Just because of this?" Zhuo Yarong was holding back her anger at the moment.
What kind of bastard is that Yue Ze
"Xin Luo, have you ever told him that you are married?" Although there was anger in her stomach, Zhuo Yarong was not unreasonable.
She calmed down and wanted to ask the matter clearly.
Tang Xinluo nodded, then shook her head again, "I said it, but...he seemed to have misunderstood, and said he knew that I had been divorced. Later, Yuchen went to the set, and only revealed our relationship in front of him."
When Tang Xinluo spoke, she twisted her fingers.
Zhuo Yarong could easily see her uneasiness from her little movements.
She couldn't help sighing from the bottom of her heart.
This child is really wronged.
The son married her into the family, but he never introduced her to outsiders as Mrs. Lu.
It is only natural that others would misunderstand her identity.
Maybe even if Tang Xinluo admitted that her husband was Lu Yuchen, no one would believe her.
"Good boy, don't be afraid. Since mom knows about this, she won't let Yuchen misunderstand it. Don't think about it now, take care of your health first, and give birth to a big fat grandson for mom. Come on." ... Lie down quickly and sleep a little longer. When the sun rises, Mom will take you for a check-up."
Today is Tang Xinluo's belly, three months old.
It was originally scheduled that today, Lu Yuchen would take her to the hospital for a prenatal checkup.
But now, Zhuo Yarong thought, she could only accompany her daughter-in-law.