Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

She twisted her face and wiped her tears secretly, but Xia Ruoxin was still not moving. Her heart was calm, just like the Dead Sea. There was really no waves, no sadness, no pain, no Uncomfortable.

It's as if a stranger stood in front of her and said, Hi, hello, I don't mean, I know the wrong person.

Xia Ruoxin pressed his own chin on the daughter's small head, and then hugged the child in her arms.

Staring seriously at Shen Yijun's face, saying it word by word. She was talking, and Shen Yijun was listening.

"If you really want to do something for me, then please do n’t tell the Chu family about the light rain. She is not my daughter. I ca n’t give birth to myself.

Come out, she's someone else's. "

Shen Yijun suddenly choked, she covered her mouth, maybe she was afraid of losing her voice.

She nodded continually, and there was a choking sound in her throat from time to time.

"Thank you," Xia Ruoxin held Xiaoyu bowed deeply to Shen Yijun, then hugged Xiaoyu, and stepped on the leaves step by step.

It is said that the fallen leaves return to the root, and the big trees are the mother leaves of the fallen leaves. They protect their children. From birth to fall, no matter where they fall, they will eventually return to their mother's arms.

"Mom, is that aunt the mother's mother?" Xiao Yudian asked Xia Ruoxin sensiblely. She didn't know much and couldn't think of it there, but she heard Shen Yijun claiming to be her mother's mother.

Is that mother's mother her grandmother?

It turned out that she still had a grandmother. She bit her own little finger, but why did the grandmother come to see her, and when she was sick, only her mother's father was there, and there was no one else.

Therefore, grandma should not like her.

"Well, she's a grandmother," Xia Ruoxin didn't hide her daughter, and she would tell her daughter that Xiao Yudian's understanding is good, she will understand a little bit, and a little bit.

"Don't she like Drizzle?" Drizzle tugged at Mom's clothes, her mouth flattened, as if sad.

"No," Xia Ruoxin walked slowly, but also said very slowly. "She didn't like Xiaoyudian, but she didn't like her mother. Xiaoyudian was so good and cute, and many people would like it."

Xiaoyu heard this, and his flat mouth finally laughed.

She used her own little face to stick to her mother's cold face. Mom didn't cry, grandma didn't like mom, Xiaoyudian liked mom, Xiaoyudian would like her mother forever and only love her.

Xia Ruoxin put her daughter down and took her little hand.

I will hold your hand for a lifetime, starting from your birth.

If I let go of my hand, it might be the day I die.

You are the continuation of my life and everything to me.

Xiaoyu stepped on her short legs, happily picked up the leaves on the ground, and put it on her mouth from time to time. After waiting for a lot of picks, she ran to the roots of the tree and wiped out the leaves. Is placed below

This is where the fallen leaves return to their roots.

At night, Chu Li went home to eat again. Song Wan felt more distressed at the sight of her son. The child has become more gloomy recently. Although his son usually does not laugh often, it is not as it is now. The whole person becomes the same as a machine.

She stretched out her hand and gave Chulu's arm a firm blow.

"Mom, do you have a pain in your hand?"

Song Wan shook her finger and said honestly, "Well, it hurts, son, don't you hurt?"

Chu Li touched his arm, "OK," his skin was thick and his meat was thick, so he could use more force.

"Well ..." Song Wan sighed, finally believing that this was her son, the flesh-and-blood son who knew it hurt, she thought he didn't know it hurt,

"Manny still didn't come back?"

"Well," Chu Li was eating, and she didn't like to ask this question.

"Let her live more in the Li family. As long as she is in a good mood, my grandson will grow up well."

And the two words of grandson, let Chu law hold the finger of chopsticks, could not help but clenched one point.

"By the way, I saw Ruoxin today," Song Wan remembered this afternoon, and said without thinking, "she held a child, three or four years old."

Chu Jiang's eyes widened suddenly, three or four years old?

"It's not ours," Song Wan knew what her husband's expression meant. It wasn't a TV drama, a divorce and pregnancy. Their Chu family couldn't make such a good thing. TV is TV, reality is reality.

"That's it?" Chu Jiang was really disappointed. He originally thought he could pick up a ready-made grandson. Although he said he was about to have it, but there was one more, he was also happy. It was ready-made. Innocent and tender grandson.

"Maybe it's the man's child she's looking for," Song Wan thinks so. "That's fine. That child can't have children, and there won't be any children of his own in this life. Find someone with a child. , There is a child who can be with me. "

"Also," Chu Jiang thought about the peace of mind he didn't know.

And the two of them talked about themselves, but it was the bitterness that spread among the dark eyes that did not find Chu Lu.

"Dad, mom, I'm done."

Chu Lu put down his chopsticks, "I'm going back to the room first," he stood up, his long legs took the previous steps, seemingly heavy, stepping on the ground, with a single sound, almost synthesized Up the frequency of the heart.

"This child ..." Song Wan was still worried about her son. After all, Xia Ruoxin was the one he had identified from childhood. It was just wrong, it was wrong. Now both of them have a family. No matter what, nothing can happen.

"Relax," Chu Jiang patted his wife's shoulder, "Alu is not a child anymore, he knows what he can and cannot do."

"That's what I worry about most."

Song Wan placed her clenched hands on her knees, and she still had a bad feeling in her heart. Because of her son's temperament, she was afraid that he would not get out of her life.

Now Xia Ruoxin is the cinnabar mole on his chest. A slight touch is the pain in the heart.

Trust him, Chu Jiang can only comfort his wife in this way, but his son knows that no matter what happens, Chu law is Chu law, and he will not fall.

Chu Lü left the place where his parents lived, and later he wanted to go back, not because there was warmth at home, or because someone was waiting for her at home, but because his home was there, and his father was kind. It was successful, but he failed.

Go home, open the door, turn on the lights.