Chapter 940: Take a bath with Youyou (2)

"Can't play, let's play again next time, okay?"
Xin Luo took off her wet clothes and threw them aside.
For convenience, he casually put on a loose white T-shirt, walked to the bed and picked up Youyou, ready to blow his head.
Before blowing his head, she took a towel and dried his hair a little.
As he wiped it, he asked uneasy: "Youyou, won't your family worry if you don't go home all night?"
For such a small child, no adult would ever bother if he did not go home at night.
Xinluo suddenly wondered whether Lu Yuchen and Zhuo Yarong actually regarded Youyou as a 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 in every possible way, and she can always treat her grandson in favor of one another.
Xin Luo wiped his hair softly and softly. He squinted his eyes with enjoyment, and said not caring.
"They don't know that I'm in City A, so it doesn't matter if I go back."
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 disclose his whereabouts at will.
They actually lived in the Reddington Hotel where the banquet was held tonight, and Lu Che sneaked into the banquet hall with him secretly.
"I was just going to watch the show, but I ran into you, Aunt Xiao Luo. Aunt Xiao Luo wouldn't blame me for following you back?"
Lu Che knew when he followed Aunt Xiaoluo.
At that time, he gave Lu Che a wink, and he would help himself with the aftermath.
Youyou has been a deserted temper since he was a child, and even more indifferent to outsiders.
He shouldn't have confided so many things.
But facing the woman behind him, I feel that there is always something to say.
"Of course not... If you like it, you will rest here tonight."
How could she blame him.
Obviously she should be grateful.
This child is his own salvation.
When she was so broken, so confused...If it weren't for his appearance, she would probably still be immersed in endless sadness and self-doubt.
Even if she is selfish, she wants to hold him firmly in her arms and enjoy the little stolen happiness.
She told herself, wait for tomorrow... wait for tomorrow, she will listen to Zhuo Yarong, and obediently disappear into the world of Youyou and Lu Yuchen.

Holding Youyou in his arms, Xin Luo carefully took the hair dryer and dried his hair.
Youyou has never had such an experience since childhood.
Leaning on the woman's soft chest, blowing the warm wind, she wanted to be drowsy.
I have to admit that he now likes this Aunt Xiao Luo more and more.
Youyou felt more and more comfortable, and his eyelids closed unconsciously.
Well, Aunt Xiaoluo, it smells good.
He likes the feeling of leaning against her.
This is much more comfortable than the man's tough embrace.
Xiao Youyou was in a daze, thinking of the first time he called Aunt Xiaoluo a woman.
He saw moving tears flashing in her crystal clear peach eyes.
Hmm... She must also like the name "Aunt Xiao Luo".
That is, I cry too much.
Thinking this way, Youyou fell asleep without knowing it.
...
Xinluo finished blowing Youyou's hair, and found that Xiao Youyou had fallen asleep leaning against her.
She carefully hugged Youyou into the quilt and covered it.
Then he lay down, lying next to Youyou, supporting his chin with his hands, watching his pure and innocent sleeping face.