Chapter 312: Xiao Luo, sorry

Tang Xinluo listened to Zhuo Yarong's words and lay down obediently.
Covered in the quilt, watery peach eyes appeared from under the quilt, looking at Zhuo Yarong.
"Mom...you don't need to be here with me, you go and rest too."
When Tang Xinluo first woke up from the nightmare, all of Tang Xinluo's heart was torn apart.
Before falling asleep, she was tortured by Lu Yuchen too badly.
In the car, his eyes were so bloodthirsty, and his movements were so arrogant and unreasonable.
The things he forced himself to do, without mercy, could almost be regarded as punishment.
But now, her broken heart was soothed by Zhuo Yarong.
Zhuo Yarong's tolerance and warmth made her think of her dead mother.
Like Zhuo Yarong, she is willing to listen to her grievances, trust her, and give her the opportunity to explain.
"Don't worry... Mom will stay with you. When you fall asleep, Mom will go to rest."
Zhuo Yarong, don't worry, leave Tang Xinluo here alone.
She looked so fragile and petite, as if she would disappear at any moment.
A pregnant woman is the easiest to think about it, whether it is for the blood of the Lu family or Tang Xinluo's body, Zhuo Yarong must stay here at this time.
Tang Xinluo persuaded for a while, knowing that she wouldn't be able to persuade, and she was indeed tired now, and she slowly closed her eyelids without knowing it.
Guarding Tang Xinluo and watching her gradually fall asleep, Zhuo Yarong breathed a sigh of relief.
Look at the time, four o'clock in the morning.
Zhuo Yarong was about to rest on the sofa for a while, but the bedroom door opened at this moment.

"Yu Chen, are you back!? Go... Let's go out and talk."
Zhuo Yarong saw who was standing at the door, with a touch of surprise on her face.
But thinking that the daughter-in-law had just fallen asleep, she immediately lowered her voice and walked over, trying to pull her son out.
"No need." Lu Yuchen tore Zhuo Yarong's hand from his arm.
"Mom, you go back first... I'm tired."
Lu Yuchen's face looked the same as usual, except for a little more deserted and chill.
However, Zhuo Yarong was a little worried about the drunkenness of his body.
"You go out with me first, I have something to tell you..."
Some things, she felt, she must explain clearly to her son.
Unfortunately, Lu Yuchen didn't appreciate it.
"It's too late, what can I say tomorrow."
Since the son is sensible, she has long been unable to move him.
Lu Yuchen's intention to rush people was strong, Zhuo Yarong had no choice but to let him rest first, thinking about telling him about Yueze tomorrow.
After Zhuo Yarong went out, Lu Yuchen's expressionless face finally showed a slight emotional change.
He frowned, his dark gaze fell on Tang Xinluo's sleeping little face.
In Tang Xinluo's sleep, her eyes were closed tightly, and there were even crystal tears on her thick eyelashes like thin wings.
On her face, there were mottled tears, beautiful peach eyes, and slightly red and swollen.
Lu Yuchen stared at her like that.
I don't know how long he stared at, the man in the dark suddenly moved.
Then, he walked into the bathroom.
After a while, the drunk man came out of the bathroom in his nightgown.
There is an extra wet towel in his hand.
Gently approach the bed and make sure that the little woman on the bed is completely asleep and shows no signs of waking up.
He just leaned down and gently wiped the tears on her little face with the wet towel in his hand.
Originally planning to wipe her face clean, he left the bedroom.
But with such close contact, after watching her sound asleep, she looked very docile and supple.
Lu Yuchen couldn't help it in the end, and dropped a kiss on her slightly opened lips.
In his sleep, Tang Xinluo's ear seemed to have a deep and dull voice.
"Xiao Luo, I'm sorry."