Fierce Husband (2)

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Guo Zimu was drunk, but he didn't go crazy. King Luo Rong took people back to the room relatively easily, but it was King Luo Rong's own room. There was no hot water in Guo Zimu's room, so King Luo Rong took off his shoes and let him lie down, and then hurriedly poured water for him.

"Uncle Murong..." Guo Zimu shouted with his eyes slightly open.

King Luo Rong poured water and comforted his mouth: "Come on now. Come on now."

Holding the hot water, King Luo Rong came to the bed, helped Guo Zimu with one hand and let him lean on him, and fed him water with the other: "Come, drink water."

Guo Zimu drank the water, and King Luo Rong stretched his arms and put the porcelain cup on the square table, and then his movements stopped. Guo Zimu turned around in his arms and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Uncle Murong..."

King Luo Rong swallowed his throat, closed his hands, and hugged him gently: "What's wrong? Are you drinking too much? Is your head uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable..."

"Don't drink it in the future." King Luo Rong gently rubbed Guo Zimu's forehead again. Immediately afterwards, his movements stopped again, followed by nervousness. Guo Zimu was crying, and King Luo Rong quickly coaxed: "Don't cry, don't cry."

"Uncle Murong... um..." After a while of depression, Guo Zimu burst into tears. King Luo Rong was shooting and coaxing, but he couldn't coax him.

Guo Zimu cried, crying that his mother was beaten to death, crying that he caused his eldest brother to cut off his future, crying that he caused his eldest brother to be lame, crying that he and his eldest brother had been displaced for seven years, and that his eldest brother had become a beggar with him. He hates, hates why he has such a face, hates himself for being timid, this face has made their family so miserable, but he can't be ruthless to destroy this face.

Guo Zimu cried so hard that he could be said to be heartbroken, and King Luo Rong didn't persuade him, so he simply let him cry. When Guo Zimu cried, King Luo Rong was heartbroken when he heard it.

"Uncle Murong promises you that he will find that Rong Yue, teach him a lesson for you, and vent his anger for you."

"Uncle Murong...Uncle Murong...I hurt big brother, it was me who harmed big brother..."

King Luo Rong regretted not persuading Guo Ziyu to continue Enke. With him there, what is the identity of the slave. He came forward in person, a small identity is not a matter of a word. He doesn't have great power, but he still has the ability.

King Luo Rong held Guo Zimu and let him cry in his arms, letting him rub his tears and nose on his clothes. Guo Zimu cried bitterly, and the pain that had been suppressed for many years was also relieved. After Guo Zimu's crying turned into sobbing, King Luo Rong let him go and wiped his face with a damp cloth. Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Guo Zimu hugged him hard.

"Uncle Murong is not allowed to leave."

King Luo Rong smiled and said lovingly, "I won't leave, I'll twist a cloth for you and wipe your face."

Guo Zimu then let go. King Luo Rong stood up, ignoring his numb legs, and wiped Guo Zimu's face with a damp cloth. Guo Zimu just raised his face like that and didn't do anything. King Luo Rong smiled and wiped his face and hands. After wiping it clean, he went back to wash the cloth.

Hearing footsteps behind him, King Luo Rong said without turning his head: "You go to bed and lie down, be careful of fainting." The next moment, the towel in his hand fell into the water basin.