Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"Mom kisses her, too," Xiaoyu Dian stretched his little face to Xia Ruoxin, and let his mother kiss him.

Xia Ruoxin kissed his daughter's little face, and Xiaoyu picked up his own little face, shyly cracked and smiled. This small appearance made Gao Yi hug her and kiss her several times, and then he couldn't bear to hug her to play.

Xia Ruoxin picked up the towel on the ground, she turned around and gently stroked her red lips. Her heart moved a little more, begging, and feeling.

If the heart moves, the feelings will be inexhaustible.

On the sofa, there is a cartoon on TV. Xiaoyudian doesn't like to watch too much, but Gao Yi is always on. He said that the child is not like a child, and it is not good, so she is always forced to do it. Some things children should do.

In fact, Xia Ruoxin also feels this way. In addition to playing with dolls, Xiaoyudian is indeed precocious the rest of the time. She now cooks even the noodles. Although it tastes bad, it is sometimes more than a dozen. It is not always possible for a child to be three years old, but when she is good, she is only three years old, but she has already cooked noodles.

There is a pink pig on TV. It seems that children of this age are very fond of watching, so Gao Yi gave up watching the news and sports programs, and gave the rain to the pig.

Xiaoyu plays with the doll, and occasionally raises his face and glances at the TV, but it is not very interesting and not too much. Xia Ruoxin really feels burdensome and has a long way to go. He wants to make premature Xiaoyu Dot becomes an ordinary child, it seems that it is not easy.

At night, Xiao Yudian held the baby in one hand and her little pillow in one hand, and knocked on Gao Yi's door.

When Gao Yi was about to fall asleep, he heard the sound of the door outside. He was going to take a shower, and his clothes were half off. He had to put on his clothes and then came out to open the door. As a result, the door was open and no one was outside. His eyes moved downwards until he fell on the little body that was only as high as his knees.

He squatted down, and he was still a lot taller than that.

What's wrong, he put one-handed little cheek on one hand. Recently he finally grew some meat. The cheek has meat. Natural baby fat, but it has a sharp little chin. Nose, and a pair of **** grape-like eyes, it ’s no wonder that those in Ruoxin Studio call her a little beauty, but it ’s not a little beauty. When she grows up, she will definitely be more than her mother. beautiful.

"What's wrong, little beauty?" Gao Yi finally sat on the ground, so that he could be almost as tall as the little thing.

"Can Xiaoyu Dian sleep with Dad?" Xiao Yudian held the doll in both hands, standing upright. She asked carefully, afraid that Gao Yi would not agree.

"Okay, of course." Gao Yi stood up and hugged the raindrops. The raindrops went to sleep with Dad today, but I couldn't find my mother for a while, crying to Dad in the middle of the night, If you really cry, Dad does n’t want you anymore. He pinches a little raindrop on his face and does n’t know what this little guy thinks, how well he wants to sleep with him, he remembers, In the evening, if she didn't care, she would be forced to stay in bed even if she was sleepy.

"Xiaoyudian is afraid that Dad will leave," Xiaoyudian flattened his mouth, and leaned his little face on Gao Yi's shoulder. Xiaoyudian would look at Dad so that Dad would not leave.

Suddenly, Gao Yi's heart was a little bit sour. This child was a sensitive child. He was afraid that he had left for too long this time, so that the child, who had thought so much, realized something, and now he was thinking wildly.

He lightly hit his head with a light rain on his forehead. "Leave, Dad will take you to sleep."

Xiaoyudian finally laughed, and his two big eyes followed, just like the first quarter moon hanging in the air. The innocence made people like it.

Gao Yi took a children's storybook, telling one story after another, from Cinderella to Snow White, and then to the ugly duckling. Finally, he coaxed this difficult child.

The bed on which he slept was originally large, a small raindrop shrank in a small place, not even one tenth of the space was occupied, and sometimes he really felt that life was wonderful, although, He was a doctor. He had seen life and death, and I do n’t know how many. However, being able to see this little child with his own eyes, from such a small child to growing up, he thought that such a process would definitely be very Wonderful thing.

"Grow up well," he stroked Xiaoyu's little pink face gently. "You are still very young and have a long time to grow up. Dad hopes to stay with you until you grow up. Until you get married, until you don't need dad. "

This is his sincerity, regardless of whether the child is his biological daughter. Now the child has his bone marrow in his body, his life is saved by him, and his blood is also given by him. the difference.

"Sleep," he kissed his little forehead with a little rain, and then went to take a shower. When he came out of the shower, the light in the living room outside was still on, and the child was very good when he slept on the bed. Kick the quilt.

He opened the door of the room, and then closed it gently. As soon as he came out, he saw that Xia Ruoxin was still sitting on the sofa and was painting with a clip. They all said that the men who worked were attractive, but the women who worked seriously It is also very beautiful, that kind of intellectuality, that kind of contentment, and a kind of happy smile, maybe all are integrated into her paintings.

The brushes in Xia Ruoxin's hands fluttered on the paper with her mood. The strokes of painting were blended into her current mood, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and the light in her eyes was also warm. Gentle and gentle, the pen becomes a flower.

Gao Yi walked over and stared carefully at the painting in Xia Ruoxin's hands. She had to say that her painting really felt very special, reflecting her temperament, gentle and elegant, and very comfortable.

When Xia Ruoxin finished painting, she forgot the time. As soon as she looked up, she almost hit a man's forehead.

A hand was stuck on her forehead, just blocking it, otherwise, it had to be hit.

"Why are you here?" Xia Ruoxin was frightened. She didn't pay attention for a while. She wouldn't have been standing here for a long time, but now she knows that her attention is sometimes too concentrated. If she's really busy, after a few hours, she doesn't know the time.