Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

He sighed. Forget it, tap water.

After eating a bowl of noodles, the taste was really unpalatable, but it was made by myself. I did n’t eat hungry and ate unpalatable until the last noodle came into my belly. This problem, he Still didn't think about it clearly, and the noodles were already eaten.

Entering the study room, he hit the computer, and when he saw the avatar on the penguin, finally, there was some looseness in the face, and he opened the interface and typed out a string of characters. Go in.

If it's sunny, "still?"

When Xia Ruoxin heard the computer's voice, she knew that someone was looking for her. She didn't use penguins too much, and she didn't like to chat too much, but there was also one of them who talked to her.

"Mom, an uncle is looking for you," Xiao Yu pointed at the computer, and said milkily.

Eat your noodles, Xia Ruoxin squeezed her little face, and, "How do you know it was an uncle, not an aunt?"

"Of course you know the light rain." The light rain shook his little head, avoiding her mother's fingers, and then continued to dig into the mouth with a spoon to eat. The noodles made by the mother are the best. of.

"Well, it's an uncle," Xia Ruoxin wouldn't have a problem with her daughter. She said that it was a man, a man, a woman, a woman, and that person was a man or a woman. It had nothing to do with her.

She gently rubbed her daughter's little head and saw her daughter obediently eat. She went to the computer to take a look. Xiaoyudian had eaten herself very early. It was not very feeding, although there were some sprinkles. However, Xia Ruoxin was very supportive by doing more.

She turned on the computer, and sure enough, if there was a message from Sunny.

Xia Wei, "Well, I haven't slept yet. The child is hungry and wants to eat noodles and cook some."

Love is sunny, "You are so good to children."

Xia Wei, "That's my child. Who is good to her?"

Chu Li's fingers paused for a moment, yeah, it's not good to her, who is good, but unfortunately, she can't have her own child, and he can't.

After waiting for a long time there without a reply, Xia Ruoxin didn't bother. She walked to the table and saw that Xiaoyudian had eaten a small bowl of noodles.

"Drink soup?" Xia Ruoxin asked his daughter and raised the bowl.

Xiao Yudian opened her big round eyes, then nodded her head strongly,

"Mom, drink soup."

Xia Ruoxin carefully fed the soup to her daughter, drizzled, and then felt her fat belly. "Mom, belly is fat," she pointed at her belly.

Xia Ruoxin touched his belly, oh, he ate too much.

Xiaoyudian stood up and hugged her mother's legs. "Mom, go play."

"Okay," Xia Ruoxin took her daughter's little hand, and took her to walk in the living room, letting her digestion, but she felt that she could no longer accommodate this little girl in the future. At this time, she still had to eat, but It ’s true that the child ca n’t be hungry. It ’s like this since Xiaoyu was a child. But it ’s also because she has n’t breast-feeded since she was a child. So she ca n’t be hungry at all. It's really contradictory.

"Mom is sleepy," Xiaoyu rubbed his eyes, stretched out his little hand, and let mother hold it.

Xia Ruoxin picked up his daughter with one hand, only to find that the little girl was heavy again.

"Mom, baby," Xiaoyu bit his own little finger, asking for a baby, this is going to sleep.

Xia Ruoxin found the doll on the sofa, put it in her daughter's arms, and put her on the bed inside. As for her, she was not too sleepy, so she picked up the picture book and started to work.

This month, her income is good. She has more than five thousand. She used to have less than one thousand a month. She has to eat and raise raindrops. Raindrops still loves sickness, so I give her money for one month. Spent, now she is not nervous, so much money, and as an assistant in the painting room, she can give her daughter a better life.

I don't know how long it took, she looked up at the clock on the wall. It was almost twelve. When she was about to go to bed, she remembered that the computer was still turned off.

She moved the mouse, the computer screen was on, and the blue light fell on her face, a little harsh.

When she was about to shut down the computer, she found out that the person was still there. She thought about whether to say hello to him again. As a result, she thought it was okay when she thought about the time now. Then I cleaned up the house a little bit, eh, ready to sleep.

And she didn't know that in front of another computer, a man was staring at the computer screen until the avatar went dark, and the man's eyes and pupils went dark.

He sighed softly, leaned his back back, and closed his eyes with too much tiredness. He was unwilling. He was really unwilling. He is Chulu. Can he still be willing?

He stood up and walked to the balcony. This was not known to be the first few days. He was blowing the wind of late autumn and did not know when he started to get used to using this wind to sober his thoughts. It was only then that he Only then can he calm down.

Sorry. .

He didn't know to whom this sentence was meant, but again.

However, it doesn't matter who can give him a sentence.

It was almost a cold night's wind. Until the dawn of the east, he rarely saw the first sun. Yuyang on that side crossed the horizon and separated the direction of darkness and day. The eastern sky followed the stars. Faded away.

Maybe it was tired, maybe tired, maybe tired, but he was still unable to fall asleep peacefully in one night after another, it was the desolation of the night and finally the vicissitudes of life.

At eight o'clock, he was dressed and he had already left the house, but when he arrived at the company, he remembered it. It turned out to be the weekend, and the company was not working on weekends.

Now, apart from going to work, he really doesn't know what else he can do.

He rested his head on the steering wheel. For a moment, he actually didn't know why he was alive. It turned out that Chu Law one day would feel that life was uninteresting, just want to know it dead.

Oh, he laughed. There was a hint of warmth in the corner of his eyes, but when he opened his eyes again, all the cowardlyness just now was perfectly hidden.

"Mom, I'm back." He opened the door. Inside, it was no accident. The second oldest member of the Chu family was here. They knew that his son was back today, so early in the morning, Song Wan bought a lot of dishes, good. Make a table for your son.

After changing the shoes, Chu Li came over and helped Song Wan bring the dishes out of the kitchen. The family sat together, but they were all relatively speechless.