The nine hundred and fortieth chapter accompany Youyou to take a bath (2)
"I can't play, let's play next time, okay?"
Xinluo took off her wet clothes and threw them aside.
For convenience, he casually put on a loose white T-shirt, went to the bed and hugged Youyou, ready to blow his hair for him.
Before blowing her hair, she took a towel and dried his hair a little.
While wiping, he asked worriedly, "Youyou, won't your family be worried if you don't go home all night?"
For such a small child, there is no adult to ask him if he doesn't go home late.
Xinluo suddenly had some doubts now, did 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 about Zhuo Yunfei at the banquet.
She can take care of her nephew meticulously and obediently. She can't favor one over the other over her grandson.
Xinluo wiped his hair gently and softly, he squinted his eyes with enjoyment, and said that he didn't care much.
"They don't know I'm in City A, so it doesn't matter if I go back or not."
He sneaked back from City B.
Lu Qi, Meng Ze and Lu Che accompanied him.
He told them not to tell Lu Yuchen and Zhuo Yarong, no one dared to reveal his whereabouts at will.
They were actually staying at the Reddington Hotel where the banquet was held tonight, and Lu Che sneaked into the banquet hall with him.
"I was just going to watch the fun, but I ran into you, Auntie Xiaoluo. Auntie Xiaoluo won't blame me for coming back with you, right?"
When he followed Aunt Xiao Luo, Lu Che knew.
At that time, he gave Lu Che a wink, and he would help him deal with the aftermath.
Youyou has 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, rest here tonight."
How could she blame him.
Obviously she should be grateful.
This child is his 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 wants to hold him firmly in her arms and enjoy this little bit of stolen happiness.
She told herself, wait until tomorrow... wait until tomorrow, she will listen to Zhuo Yarong and obediently disappear into the world of Youyou and Lu Yuchen.
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Holding Youyou in his arms, Xinluo carefully held the hairdryer to dry his hair.
Youyou has never had such an experience since she was a child.
Leaning on the woman's soft breasts, the warm wind was blowing, and she felt a little drowsy.
I have to admit that he likes this little Aunt Luo more and more now.
Youyou felt more and more comfortable, and her eyelids closed unconsciously.
Well, Aunt Xiaoluo, it smells so good.
He liked the feeling of leaning against her arms.
The man's firm embrace was much more comfortable.
Xiaoyouyou was in a daze, thinking of the first time he called the woman Auntie Xiaoluo.
He saw moved tears flashing in her bright peach eyes.
Hmm... She must also like the name 'Aunt Xiao Luo' very much.
Yes, I cry a little too much.
Thinking like this, Youyou fell asleep unconsciously.
...
After Xinluo blows Youyou's hair, she finds that Xiao Youyou fell asleep in her arms.
Carefully, she hugged Youyou into the quilt and covered it.
Then lie down, lie beside Youyou, support his chin with his hand, and look at his innocent sleeping face.
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