Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Putting down those clothes, there was a huge basin on the table. It used to be on the ground, but now she can't bend down at all, so she can put it on the table. She gave some hard work inside. She didn't go to boil hot water because she wants to save money now, saving money one money at a time. For her children, she can only work so hard.

Soaking her clothes in water, she put her hand in, and those hands were already swollen with blisters. She rubbed her clothes with one hand, while her left hand had almost no strength.

Her left hand may have been said to be obsolete.

The water temperature was very cold, and the heart was cold, but her face was slightly white, and she was still washing the clothes in the basin in this posture. She knew that they were helping her sincerely, so she wanted to wash Just be a little cleaner, who is good to her, and who is bad to her, she knows, she knows well.

It wasn't until midnight when she got her last dress cold, and she carefully rubbed her waist and put her hands on her face. After warming, she put them on her belly. on.

"Baby, you are so good today," she caressed carefully, just feeling that the child inside moved slightly, kicking her with his little hand or little foot, she laughed and sat back in On a shabby wooden bed, I wonder if you are a boy or a girl.

"Mom wants you to be a boy," but just as soon as she finished speaking, the child in her belly moved again. Oh, she covered herself with a quilt, and her hands were still on her. On the lower abdomen, "Are you angry with your mother? Actually, you are a girl, and your mother is even happier."

She moved her hand to her calf. Gently rubbing, her legs were a little puffy, and sometimes cramps. When this time, when she was uncomfortable, she would rub her legs, which seemed to feel better.

Carrying this child is much harder than expected. She once vomited to death and survived. She has not eaten food for a few days, and she almost died of a fever here.

It's just passed now, and her baby will be born soon.

Hold the quilt tightly, no matter how hard it is, she will surely give birth to the child. No one can take the child's life, not even herself.

He is her only hope for survival. Without this child, Xia Ruoxin would have died long ago, and she knew that she was a mother and had her own responsibility.

With her eyes closed, she can sleep well. Although the bed is not soft, the quilt is not fragrant, and the pillows are a bit stiff, but with this child's company, Xia Ruoxin can also be very happy.

And those clothes will be dry tomorrow.

At this time in Chu's house, there was a man standing in front of the window. The smoke on his fingertips seemed to have burned his fingers. He quickly extinguished them and then lost them.

He looked back, everything here has become extremely strange, everything is the color that Li Manni likes, and she can arrange it as she wants.

There is a newspaper today on the table, deliberately rendering this transnational wedding. He walked over, picked up the newspaper and put it on his lap. Time passed really fast. The woman has been away for almost a year. It's been a long time, and she doesn't seem to be the same again in his world.

In this way, she should see it, seeing him and other women happy, will certainly be painful.

And what he wants is her pain, always.