Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Sitting next to the bed, she held her daughter's small hand in her hand. The child was really stubborn. She said she didn't want her to help. She still had to help her do the laundry.

In fact, what can she help, just a three-year-old child.

The daughter's small hands were very cold. She warmed her two small hands before putting the doll in her arms, and when the raindrops hugged, she contracted her own small body and two small feet. Still put together, Xia Ruoxin pulled the quilt to cover the daughter's body, and naturally her little feet.

Then she took a book and a pen from one side. She sat by the bed, looked at her daughter, and drew her daughter's appearance on paper.

Looking through it from the front, a very thick book, which draws everything from small raindrops to big ones. She was born on the first day, she drank milk for the first time, and even eaten batter with her grievances. The first time she learned to walk, she called her mother for the first time.

Her daughter has no photos, but these, her mother's paintings for her are much more precious than photos. She used her hand to record her daughter's growth, and described her daughter's appearance with her heart.

Xiaoyudian shrank her little feet even more, and Shui Lingling's little face had a sweet smile, and she picked up the doll in her arms.

"Mom ..." A small voice made Xia Ruoxin put down her pen and put her hand on her daughter's face.

"Mom is here."

She stroked it gently, the child's face was really tender, her fingers moved upwards, slipped over her little eyebrows, and her long eyelashes.

She watched her daughter carefully, trying to find something out of her daughter, but it seemed that Xiaoyudian couldn't find the slightest shadow of the man.

The child looks a lot like her, not at all like her father. Except for her black pupil, and the bridge of her nose seems to be higher than her, this should be like it.

She took off her clothes, then lay beside Drizzle, and hugged her daughter in her arms. A bed was not big. For many years, they had been here.

"Small rain, sleep well," she kissed her daughter's face, closed her eyes, and there was a slight sourness on her arm. In fact, she was hurt all over now, and she wanted to take a good rest.

One day will do.

Fortunately, I'm really tired, very tired.

She sighed softly, she lowered her head, kissed her daughter's lovely sleeping face, and turned her lips up.

Xiaoyudian is really her little angel.

In the Chu's villa, Song Wan stared at Li Manni's belly from time to time, her face darkened slightly. It had been three years, and she thought that they would soon be able to hold her grandson, but why they still have n’t She all felt that she was older than three years ago.

"Alu ..." Song Wanla passed his son, who is now much taller than her. He never bothered her, but this time, she really didn't know what to say about him.

"What's wrong, mother?" Although Chu Li didn't have much smile on his face, for Song Wan, there was no such indifference that he refused to be thousands of miles away.

"Alu, when are you going to have children?" She asked very politely, they were not in a hurry, and she was in a hurry. Seeing that everyone else had grandchildren, the old couple were all going crazy.