Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"Ahh ..." Xiao Yudian stretched out his little hand and grabbed his mother's clothes. A pair of big bright eyes blinked from time to time. The pink and tender face was not very cute.

When she walked outside, it turned out that it was raining heavily. She opened her clothes, held her daughter's bag tighter, opened an umbrella, and walked into the rain curtain. She leaned forward as much as possible, The raindrops in her arms, and the box was well protected, not even a little rain star fell, and the raindrops' face was stuck on her chest, and it didn't feel so unsuitable. feel.

It was only in the rain that I could see a woman running forward, and her back was completely wet. She kept running, and her shoes were filled with water. Even her People are also cold.

When she ran to the door of the house where she wanted to deliver things, she froze. Isn't this place Qin Luo's studio? Going around, she came here again. The world is so small. Why is it always so close? Is n’t it good to be far away?

She stood outside complexly, and through the transparent glass, she glanced at the woman who was sitting on a chair as dazzling as a princess.

At this time, it was the place where Chu Luzeng turned her into a princess and the place where she went into hell. She put down the box in her hand, a pale face on her face, and her hair was wet.

She carefully unbuttoned her clothes, but found that the little guy was sleeping very well. The little face seemed to be more red, and the little mouth was beeping from time to time, it seemed a little hungry.

She touched her daughter's little face with pity and raised her head. The pain at the bottom of her eyes seemed to recede. They had their happiness, and she also had her.

The door opened here, and someone came out and asked uncertainly, "Are you here to send things?"

Xia Ruoxin nodded his head slightly and placed the box in his hand. The box was not wet at all, but her back and her shoes were already soaked.

She fought the Cold War lightly, holding her daughter in her arms, she didn't know, was her daughter cold?

At this time, a limousine stopped and a feeling of depression came on her face. She hurried to the side, and the person holding the box also found Xia Ruoxin's wet back, Strange thinking.

Wouldn't she lean forward with her umbrella? And what happened to that service company and how to get a woman to deliver it, and if this dress gets wet, no one can afford them.

At this point, two powerful legs emerged from the car. The black leather shoes stepped in the rain, and he did not take a look at them, and walked directly into the house.

The man opened the box that Xia Ruoxin had just delivered. The outside of the box was not wet, and the inside was even more. Inside was a matching silver dress, ranging from a dress to shoes to a jewelry bag.

Qin Luo leaned to the side, and it was like judging an item. He really made the woman in front of him more beautiful, but this woman was not the model he wanted, nor could she be a good one. works.

"Qin Luo, are you alright?"

The man who walked in from the door asked when he came in.

Qin Luo stood lazily. He rolled his eyes. "This is the same every time I come. How many hands do you have when I am?" He hummed unhappyly.