Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"Alü ..." Song Wan took a step forward and said a little bit hardly, "Today is Xiangxiang's birthday. If you didn't bring back a gift, give Xiangxiang."

"Gift?" Chu Lu smiled slightly, and hugged the little child in her arms even more.

"Mom, do you still think I would buy things for Chu Xiang? I have said many times that it is your granddaughter, but it is not my daughter, Mom, are you still unclear?"

Song Wan was a little embarrassed by his straightforward words, and Chu Xiang couldn't help crying.

"Grandma," she ran to Song Wan, and the two stood like this, unknowingly thinking that Chu Lu was really a cruel and heartless man, even his mother, his daughter, It can be ignored.

"Dad, come up with me," Chu Lu clenched her thin lips and said to Chu Jiang, then hugged her daughter, went upstairs, and followed Zheng Anze behind him.

Zheng Anze just put one of his feet on the stairs, turned around, but faced with a pair of unfriendly eyes, it was Lin Qing.

And he didn't care to turn around and followed Chu Li.

At this time, Chu Jiang looked at a bunch of children in this living room. His head started to hurt. One child was enough. There were more than a dozen of them. He didn't have much innocence, so he was a bit noisy.

He followed his son upstairs, which meant something to the little ghost behind him.

"This child is good," he rubbed Zheng Anze's head, his eyes were good, some like his family's Alüli as a child.

"Hi grandpa," Zheng Anze said hello, "My name is Zheng Anze."

Chu Jiang's rare mood is better, "Your name is also good."

"Mum took it." Zheng Anze also liked his name very much. He remembered his name, just remembered his mother.

Chu Li stretched out a hand to open the door, and then he pulled his clothes apart. What was a toy in his arms, clearly a child, a small, poor child, this is a little girl Although she is still asleep, she may be able to see that the child is very beautiful. The shadow of the long eyelashes is now falling on her tender little face. The little face is small and I do n’t feel like an adult yet. The size of her fist, at this time her little hand was still holding Chulu's clothes, but she slept soundly.

"Light rain, my light rain!"

Chu Jiang's eyes were hot, so old, but also could not help tears squeezed out of the eyes, which was crying in joy, but also sad and sad. His little granddaughter, his only little granddaughter.

Chu Li carefully put her daughter down, and then pulled up the quilt. "Anze, you accompany your sister to sleep for a while. Uncle and grandfather have some things to say. After sleeping, uncle you take you out to dinner."

"Okay," Zheng Anze took off his shoes and lay down. He reached out and clasped his sister's little hand, and fell asleep at ease. After all, it was a day's journey, and it was just getting off the plane. How could your body tolerate it.

Chu Lu covered the two children with a quilt. This was the door closed, and she spoke to Chu Jiang outside.

"Where did you find that child?" Chu Jiang deliberately lowered his voice, fearing that his voice was too loud. The child who was noisy inside, his little granddaughter, he lost and lost. Granddaughter, whenever he thinks of this, he feels sore in his eyes that he can't bear it, and quickly, he twists his face, just because he's afraid he's too ill.

Chu Li took a cigarette from his body and smoked it. Some things, he didn't want to say any more. This feeling was like living a wound that he had not healed, tearing again, then pain, bleeding, and then Anxious.

He exhaled a cigarette and gave Chu Jiang one.

"Dad, you have one too."

Chujiang hasn't smoked much for a long time, but he still took it over. Both the father and son walked to the balcony. The air here is quiet, the place is quiet, and the smell of tobacco on their body. Then it faded away, far away.

Chu Li didn't say too much, and he didn't want to say too much, but what he should say was that he wouldn't let his daughter suffer in vain, and she wanted Chu Jiang to know that his daughter had suffered so much. Because of what.

"You can rest assured, I understand," Chu Jiang's throat rolled up and down, "The child no longer has a mother, and I will not let others hurt my granddaughter, your mother will not do it, and, Alu, your mother and her I know it was wrong. "

He still wanted to speak to Song Wan, but the thought came to mind again. Today, this birthday party was for Chu Xiang, and he really felt complacent. His little granddaughter was a beggar, his meals were not guaranteed, and he was even worse off. Some lost another kidney, what Chu Xiang was doing.

She is in front of the little princess of the Chu family. Her clothes are tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands. What she eats is beyond anyone's expectation, but his little granddaughter and his little raindrops are in the trash. If someone finds the rest in the bucket and eats the rest, maybe they will be snatched by others.

The thought of Chu Jiang's eyes was hot again, and the thorny pain made him faceless.

They were talking, but they didn't know that Chu Xiang and Lin Qing had reached the door of the door of that room.

"You want to go in?" Lin Qing asked Chu Xiang, "Your father has a bad temper and doesn't like you going into his room," but he rolled his eyes involuntarily, and knew each time he entered. Even if it is a biological father, things that have been turned around may not be able to bear it, let alone, it is not actually a kiss.

"I'm going to see the gift my dad gave me," Chu Xiang insisted, and Chu Li brought her a gift back, but she hadn't given it to her yet, but she couldn't wait for it, and her father didn't give it to her. Take it, isn't it? Isn't it? She took a look at it, and it was all right.

She put her little hand on the doorknob. Fortunately, the door was not locked. Just a twist, the door was opened, and there was no gift in it. She searched for a long time and could not find it. With the gift, Lin Qing stood aside and didn't move, just watching Chu Xiang rummaging here, pulling there.

Chu Lu's house here is a large apartment with a negative inside, a small one inside, a large study in the outside, and a small bedroom in the small.

Chu Xiang was still rummaging outside, looking for his present, but Lin Qing didn't know what happened, walked to the door of the bedroom, and then opened the door of the suite inside.

The door opened with a squeak, and he was right in the face of the boy's overly indifferent eyes.

"Why are you here?" Suddenly Chu Xiang screamed, but it also made a little rain that was still good for sleeping.