Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Xia Wei, "Everyone said that the other side of hate was love, and they didn't love anymore, but what else did they hate, it was just a stranger."

If it's sunny, "I can't have another chance?"

Xia Wei, "Boss, the questions you ask are strange?"

If there is a sunny day, "Strange, I just want to ask a woman's forgiveness, but hearing what you say, how I feel a bit impossible."

Xia Wei, "Do not give up the boss, there will always be a day for forgiveness, due to Jingcheng, Jingshi is open, right?"

If it's sunny, "I'll borrow your words."

Xia Ruoxin closed the message box, leaned on the sofa, put her half easel on her lap, and began to paint. She likes to be so immersed in the world of painting, this is her other world, that beautiful, wonderful, There is no harm.

Xiaoyudian opened the door, holding the baby in one hand, and ran over with little fat legs. Then she opened her eyes with a pair of big eyes, and climbed onto the sofa herself. Her little head was squeezed into her mother's arms.

"Mom, would you like to draw a little rain?"

Xiao Yu struck her mother's neck, then climbed off the sofa, hugged the doll and moved, waiting to be a little model.

"Okay," Xia Ruoxin pinched his daughter's face, changed another piece of drawing paper, and began to paint.

Xiaoyudian is a very conscientious little model. She can stand still without the reminder of her mother, and automatically put on a little action that she thinks is pretty good, waiting for her to draw a picture for her.

Although all other children have photos, only her mother's pictures.

On the drawing paper, a small figure soon appeared, a chubby little face, round eyes, and graceful eyebrows, although still small, but they already had some small aura.

This feels a bit like.

Xia Ruoxin's fingers paused slightly, and she removed the easel and stood the drawing paper in front of herself. Indeed, Xiaoyu's serious little face was more and more similar to that man.

She looks after her, but she really follows the man

Suddenly, she remembered that if there was a sunny day, if that person repented, would she forgive her? Forgive, she never thought about it, but there are some things that are not a sentence of sorry, can be offset, or a sentence It doesn't matter, it can be passed.

She put down the album, hugged her daughter, and compared her daughter's face with her own hand. When the little girl grew up, she was so fat.

She held her daughter's little hand in hand and went to the kitchen and washed her a pot of milk powder.

Xiaoyu held the bottle and flattened his mouth. "Mom, would you not drink it?"

Not good. Xia Ruoxin picked up her daughter and gently touched her little face with her forehead. The drizzle was still small. Drink more milk powder. It will grow longer and whiter in the future.

"Really?" Xiao Yudian grabbed his short hair. "Does it really look pretty and grow her hair?" She still cares about her hair, fearing that others would know she was a little bald ,

"Yeah," Xia Ruoxin comforted his daughter. "It will grow out soon, it will be as long as before, and it will be able to have very beautiful pigtails and a lot of small bows."

"Drink that drizzle," Drizzle held the bottle and drank it. The little mouth slammed and drank very hard. The two little hands were holding the bottle tightly, for fear of who wants it now. Reaching out to take it, it is impossible to take it, all because of the strength of feeding, she did not understand before, but now she understands.

Xia Ruoxin caressed her daughter's fluffy short hairs, which belonged to the past's sourness and finally faded away. Their worst days are gone. In the future, she will be able to make money for her daughter. Better life.

Xiaoyu drinks milk obediently, and her small head rests on her mother's shoulders. In fact, she was originally a baby girl. At the age of three, she was the youngest in the kindergarten, just because she had been with him since childhood. Mothers are dependent on each other, so compared to living in a honey pot, a few adults are much more sensible than the children around them.

After drinking a pot of milk, she is going to fall asleep. She still holds her doll tightly in her arms. Xia Ruoxin now has the ability to buy a doll for her daughter, but Xiao Yu's favorite, favorite, still She is holding it in her arms now. She sees this doll as another one. No matter how many extra dolls, this doll can never be replaced in the heart of Xiaoyudian.

She carefully placed her daughter on the bed in the house and gently stroked her little face. Compared to when she was sick, she really had some meat. Gao Yi said that she recovered well and could live a long time in the future. For a long time.

God will not be too cruel to their mother and daughter. They are hungry, have slept across the streets, and are even penniless. They even have a gap between Yin and Yang. Gao Yi said that all the suffering is over. Their lives will get better and better, right?

She walked into the living room, carefully folded the portrait of Xiao Yu's painting, and then painted the illustrations on the website. She worked as an artist on the two websites, and her paintings from the original Renrenjin, by now, with her efforts, she has finally gained a little fame, and people on the website said that she will be given more work, which is not only a chance to make money, but also to make her more More time to consolidate your painting skills.

Here comes the information from the computer.

She opened the message, the familiar interface, and the familiar avatar.

If it's sunny, "Don't sleep yet?"

Xia Wei, "Well, no, I'm working."

If there is a sunny day, "Let's go to bed earlier, how can you make money?"

Then the avatar on the other side was dark, it should be offline. Xia Ruoxin shut down the computer and continued to paint. She wanted to paint more. She liked her work, but she didn't know. In fact, the penguin was on top of that. If Sunny's head is always bright.

"Liu, don't you sleep yet?"

Li Manni was standing in the doorway with a little anxiety in her pajamas. It was almost twelve. No matter how busy she was, she couldn't be so busy. Previously, although he was busy, when he was supposed to sleep, he would put down his hands He must work overtime unless the company has something important.

"Let's go to bed first, I have to wait for a while," Chu Lu squeezed her brows gently, and didn't know how perfunctory the words were.

Li Manni bit her red lips and turned around at the last moment, and at that moment, no one noticed that her face was already distorted.