Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"what do you want?"

Sure enough, it was indeed retreated from the battlefield.

This person is cruel enough, but also enough to see the blood.

"I ..." Xia Ruoxin licked the corners of his dry lips, and the strength of Lu Keen's face spread, she did not fear anything, as she said, because she had no idea.

She clenched her hands again.

"I have a daughter. She was abducted and found out that she died in a mudslide, but I didn't give up, so I asked Mr. Lu to help me find her, even her body, and My price is to become Lu Xiaohua and make Madam Lu's body better. You can rest assured that I am a mother, "she put her hand on her chest," I know what it is like for a mother to lose her daughter Kind of pain? "

"I accept this status and I will fulfill my promise to Mr. Lu. I will treat Mrs. Lu like my mother until she is fine, and I will leave."

Lu Keen's brow that tightened all the time seemed to loosen a bit. However, Xia Ruoxin's heart was very clear, even if she said so much, and then she said that the sky was messy. But for Lu Keen, she is still a subject of doubt.

It is not easy for her to win the trust of everyone.

However, these were all insignificant things to her, and she never thought that she would really be a Miss of the Lu family all her life, and then divide the property of the Lu family.

Jian Qingying suddenly sat up.

"Flower, what about my flower?"

Qin Xuejuan was also taken aback by her sudden movement. People jumped up all of a sudden, and did not follow her heart. When the young lady was young, she learned to dance. Although she has not danced in recent years, she still has the foundation. This pigeon turned over, and it was really extinct.

"Little flower, Xue Juan, where is my little flower, where is my little flower?" Jian Qingying quickly held Qin Xuejuan's hand, and it was necessary to find her daughter. It would not be her dreaming. Her daughter woke up After coming, it's gone.

"You said Miss, you are talking to Mr. Qin Xuejuan quickly helped her to lie down again, and then pulled open the quilt to cover her." Wait, I will go back to Miss, and rest assured Come on, my lady won't leave, it's all found back. "

Jian Qingying was finally relieved, she clasped her quilt tightly, but still couldn't let go of her heart, unless, yes, unless her daughter was standing in front of her now, standing in front of her alive.

Soon after, the door opened again.

Jian Qingying once again grasped the quilt tightly. It wasn't her daughter Lu Xiaohua who came in.

"Little flower," she sat up quickly, and reached out to her daughter.

Xia Ruoxin clenched her hand. In fact, she didn't know how to face Jian Qingying. Her parents were weak, and her biological mother was not good to her.

Her first motherly love stopped before she was four years old, but she has forgotten it.

Her second motherly love was given by Song Wan, but she was torn apart.

Her third mother's love seemed to be felt from the woman in front of her, but it never belonged to her.

However, a woman who has been waiting for her daughter for more than ten years is not another one, but she does not want to. When she does not want to meet her daughter, it is ten years later, at that time she is already stale. Years, but her daughter is still suffering, just like Xia Ruoxin.

Therefore, she would rather she leave early, and then have a good birth in the next life and have good parents.

"Little flower," Jian Qingying gently touched Feng Xia Ruoxin's face. "It's my little flower, it's my little flower. Little flower, can you call mother? The strangeness in her daughter's eyes really makes Jian Qingying's heart cut like a knife.

She thought about her daughter for more than ten years.

Xia Ruoxin clenched Jian Qingying's hand. Suddenly she lifted up her pair and followed a bend.

"Mom," she yelled, and she had forgotten the strange title, how long it hadn't come out of her mouth.

Yes mom, mom, mom of someone else.

"Good boy, good boy," Jian Qingying cried again holding Xia Ruoxin, and from time to time she said her apologies for the past ten years. Moreover, she has never forgotten her daughter during the past ten years, and her daughter every year She remembers her birthday. She has to prepare cakes for her daughter and buy gifts for her daughter. Although the time has passed for more than ten years, each of those things represents a year, a past, and a representative. They are one year old and their daughter is one year old, but she will never know. In fact, their daughter will never grow up. Her little flower has faded. Her age has stopped at the age of seven. One year, they were old, and she had long since died.

"Eat this first," Xia Ruoxin held up a bowl of soup for Jian Qingying to drink. The mother was actually very difficult to speak. After all, this is not her mother. She thinks she needs time, and Jian Qingying needs it. .

Jian Qingying also knew that Xia Ruoxin was not too enthusiastic or close to her. Although she was a little sad, she also knew that things were in a hurry. After all, her daughter had been separated from them for more than ten years.

However, she ate the soup fed by her daughter, even if it was poison.

Xia Ruoxin knew that Jian Qingying's body was not good, but she was also thinking too much. In fact, as long as she let her eat well and sleep well, she would gradually take care of it. In fact, she was also sleeping lightly. The old Chinese medicine teacher had taught him several ways to soak his feet, which was strange to say, but with a few flavors of herbs, she could sleep at night.

She asked the pony to bring her a few runes of this herbal medicine, and she made it through it, then came in with a basin.

"Flower, what is this?"

Jian Qingying caressed her daughter's face. It really hurts the newly found daughter. I ca n’t wait to give her everything, and some of her own jewellery. It was given to her, but none of these Xia Ruoxin had been given back to Lu Keen. She doesn't care about other people's things, and she hasn't seen it, so she really doesn't feel much.

Xia Ruoxin put the basin on the ground and rolled up his sleeves and said, "This is the method that an old Chinese medicine once said today. After soaking your feet, you can alleviate insomnia. Mom, you are so bubble. Right. "

"Okay," Jian Qingying kept saying good, but her voice choked again.

Xia Ruoxin really felt that this woman was too crying. The father and son of the Lu family did not know how they had come over the past few years. They cried three times a day, three times a day for half a day, and they spent most of the day crying.