Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

But it was such a cold man. He held a little girl in his arms. The little girl was four or five years old. Her hair stayed long, and the most conspicuous thing was her slightly curled hair. Highlighted several gold foil colors.

This is, that child? Lu Xiaohua couldn't help but glance at the child who was held in his arms by the man, but the man clenched his thin lips and tightened the daughter in his arms.

"It's been a long time, Miss Lu."

Lu Xiaohua looked up again and stopped his eyes on the man's face. You know me, she asked puzzled, but in her memory, she didn't have any impression of him.

Miss Lu really was a noble person who had forgotten things. Chu Li stretched out her hand and put it on her daughter's small head, which would also protect her daughter's small body.

"Sorry," Lu Xiaohua wrinkled her delicate eyebrows. "I had a serious illness more than a year ago, and I don't remember many things. May I know this?" The man was a little dark, in fact She wants to stay away, but I do n’t know why, but she still has n’t left. Maybe it ’s because of the child in his arms and his love for the child. Let her be a little moved.

Such a gloomy and terrible man turned out to be a good father.

"Don't you remember?" Chu Li lightly twitched her thin lips, lightly opened the room, and the words spit out were not too hot. "Forget it, remember what's good about those things?"

He hugged his daughter and turned and left. He never thought of any more relationship with Lu Xiaohua. There was no relationship between them. She wanted revenge for Ruoxin, revenge, gracious return, and unremembered. Well, not everyone who remembers is happy. Some things, remember, might as well forget.

Lu Xiaohua stared at Chu Li's distant figure. I don't know why, but the fingers on her side began to clenched tightly. It wasn't clear what kind of feeling she felt. Almost all of her emotions are stuck in her chest, giving her a sense of oppression that is hard to breathe.

She closed her eyes, took a long, deep breath, and then patted her face to make her look better. This is the way to go out and accompany Jian Qingying to go shopping.

It was just what was pressing on her heart, but what was it, she still couldn't figure it out. She really wanted to know what kind of memory she was missing.

In the darkness, Lu Xiaohua clutched the quilt tightly. She seemed to fall asleep, but she seemed to be a nightmare. Her eyebrows were also raised in the middle, and there was a thin layer on her forehead. Sweat.

Suddenly, she sat up and breathed in a big mouth.

She put her right hand on her arm, and the condition in her dream still strained her nerves.

Why did she feel that her left arm was not broken, but was interrupted by someone? The kind of cramping pain was in her memory, and her hand was groping for something in the quilt. The doll pulled out.

What the **** is this, she grabbed her fingers into her hair, pinching one by one, and hurting one by one.

There was no injury on her left arm, but why did she still feel sore, and almost all of her pain was ... almost out of breath.

Yang Ruolin walked with Xiaoyudian's little hand, but the child's face was flat and flat, as if not too happy, followed by a nanny, and a bunch of things in his arms.

From time to time, the child wanted to pull out his little hand, but Yang Ruolin looked down at her with a warning in his eyes, so she had to lower her head and move her small feet forward.

At this time, a woman came over, with a very light fragrance and a very elegant temperament. Xiaoyu raised her face. When she saw the man, she forced her hand out of Yang Ruolin's hand. come out.

And Yang Ruolin did not hold tight for a while, let Xiaoyu point to run away.

"Mom, mom ..." Xiao Yudian ran forward, scared the babysitter behind him, and hurriedly went after the child.

Lu Xiaohua was on the phone and felt her legs tight. When she lowered her head, a child was holding her legs so tightly.

"Well, okay, I'll go back and tell you, she's finished," I hung up the phone, threw my cell phone into my bag, then squatted down, staring at the little child.

"Small rain, I'm not your mother. Why did you recognize the wrong person again?" She trimmed her child's hair, and then brought the little hat on her head.

"It's a mother, it's a mother," Xiao Yudian stretched out his small hand and held Lu Xiaohua's neck, burying his little face on her neck. The child held his own little toe, and smelled the landing Xiao The taste on the painting is the mother, the mother of the raindrops, the taste of the mother, and the taste of the mother she remembers, that's it.

She sucked her little nose pitifully, tears falling from the neck to Lu Xiaohua's neck.

Lu Xiaohua couldn't bear it suddenly, and didn't know why, she even wanted to cry. She reached out and hugged the child on the ground tightly, and raised her hair slightly with her fingers. Can't even refuse such a small child.

"Can I return my daughter to me?" Yang Ruolin came over, feeling a sense of crisis in which his own things were snatched away. Chu Lu's daughter's temperament was just like her father's. She doesn't like to contact people too much, and she doesn't take the initiative to hold people, but now she is willing to approach a woman and still call her mother.

Even her own, she had an eight-point resemblance to the previous Xia Ruoxin, but the little raindrops rarely called her mother.

"Sorry," Lu Xiaohua wanted to stand up, but Xiaoyudian hugged her tightly, and she didn't want to hurt the child, so she could only hug the child.

Give it back to me, Yang Ruolin stretched out his hand.

Lu Xiaohua patted the small back of the child in the arms, "Xiao Yudian, go to your mother,"

And Xiaoyu shook her head. "She's not a mother. Mom is Xiaoyu's mother."

Yang Ruolin felt that his face had been beaten a bit, and he was about to come and grab the child in Lu Xiaohua's arms. Lu Xiaohua quickly took a step back, which also caused Yang Ruolin's hand to fall through.

"Sorry," Lu Xiaohua apologized again. She was indeed a little helpless for such a big child. She squatted down again, letting Xiao Yudian's feet step on the ground, and then put her hands on her little Over the shoulder.

"Xiaoyudian is an obedient child, right?"

Xiao Yu nodded strongly, she would be obedient, she would be good, but she also wanted her mother.