"I can't play anymore, let's play next time, blow your head first, okay?"
Xin Luo took off her wet clothes and threw them aside.
For convenience, he casually put on a loose white T-shirt, went to the bedside and hugged Youyou, ready to blow his hair.
Before drying his hair, she took a towel and dried his hair slightly.
While wiping, he asked worriedly: "Youyou, won't your family worry if you don't come home all night?"
For such a small child, no adults will ask if he doesn't go home at night.
Now Xinluo suddenly has some doubts, whether Lu Yuchen, Zhuo Yarong and the others regard Youyou as their son and grandson.
After all, she still remembered that Zhuo Yarong was very nervous towards Zhuo Yunfei at the banquet.
She can take care of her nephew meticulously and obediently, but she can't treat her grandson favorably.
Xin Luo brushed his hair lightly and gently, he narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and said not too concerned.
"They don't know that I'm in City A, so it doesn't matter if I go back or not."
He ran back from city B secretly.
Lu Qi, Meng Ze and Lu Che accompanied him.
He told them not to tell Lu Yuchen and Zhuo Yarong, so no one would dare to reveal his whereabouts casually.
They were actually staying in the Redington Hotel where the banquet was held tonight, and Lu Che accompanied him to sneak into the banquet hall.
"I was just going to watch the fun, but I ran into you, Auntie Luo. Auntie Luo won't blame me for coming back with you, right?"
Lu Che knew when he followed Aunt Xiao Luo.
At that time, I gave Lu Che a wink, and he would help me deal with the aftermath.
Youyou has always had a cold temper since he was a child, and he is even more indifferent to outsiders.
He shouldn't have revealed so many things.
But facing the woman behind him, he felt that there was always something to say.
"Of course not... If you like it, you can rest here tonight."
How could she blame him.
Obviously he should be grateful to her.
This child is his own salvation.
When she was so broken and confused... If it wasn't for his appearance, she would probably still be immersed in endless sadness and self-doubt.
Even if it is selfish, she still wants to hold him firmly in her arms and enjoy this bit of stolen happiness.
She told herself, wait until tomorrow...tomorrow she will listen to Zhuo Yarong and obediently disappear into the world of Youyou and Lu Yuchen.
Holding Youyou in her arms, Xinluo carefully held the hair dryer and dried his hair.
Youyou has never had such an experience since she was a child.
Leaning against the woman's soft chest, with the warm wind blowing, she felt a little drowsy.
He had to admit that he liked this Aunt Luo more and more now.
Youyou felt more and more comfortable in his body, and his eyelids closed unconsciously.
Well, Aunt Xiao Luo, it smells so good.
He likes the feeling of being in her arms.
This is much more comfortable than that man's hard embrace.
In a daze, Xiao Youyou thought of the first time he called the woman Aunt Xiao Luo.
He saw tears of emotion flashing in her bright peach eyes.
Hmm... She must also like the name 'Aunt Xiao Luo' very much.
That is, I love to cry too much.
Thinking of this, Youyou unconsciously fell asleep.
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After Xin Luo finished drying Youyou's hair, she found that Xiao Youyou had fallen asleep in her arms.
Carefully, she hugged Youyou into the quilt and covered it up.
Then she lay down, lying next to Youyou, propping her chin with her hand, watching his pure and innocent sleeping face.