Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

At this time, the mobile phone she set aside flashed, and she took it, which was a message.

She took out her mobile phone and walked to the outside balcony, which also closed the door of the balcony to isolate all the sounds here.

She opened the phone and the man sent it.

"Did she sleep?"

"Well, sleep," she responded with a message.

"Is she good?" The man over there made another.

Xia Ruoxin clenched her cell phone, she lay on the balcony, exhaled gently, and then the cell phone suddenly shocked, as if it had been overcharged, and she almost forgot, at night At that time, her cell phone was shaken because she was afraid of being noisy. The man knew it, too. After all, they were in the hospital for almost half a month.

She took her cell phone forward, and sure enough, it was him who called it, and the oncoming wind at this time, with a trace of coolness, also made her a little confused, and it was clear again stand up.

She put her mobile phone in her ear, and the wind lifted a strand of her hair. She pinned her hair behind her ear, and it was exposed that she had a long, curved neck. And her book is very delicate clavicle.

In fact, she didn't know that many things had happened in the past few years. It was more bitter and less sweet.

But none of these were experienced in vain.

Just as you drizzle, she grows up.

"Did she make a noise for you?" As soon as the phone was connected, Chu Li's voice came out.

"Fortunately, she is very good." After falling asleep for a while, Xia Ruoxin leaned her body toward the balcony, and the wind seemed colder.

And half a day later, there was only the sound of men's breathing, but there was no sound.

"Thank you," when he said it to her again, but only thank you

Thank you, yeah, thank you.

Thank her? In fact, he should thank her, thank her for being alive, and let Xiaoyudian and her mother?

Hanging up the phone, she was lying on the balcony again, accompanied by the cold wind at this time, suddenly, her nose was astringent and a little uncomfortable itching, so I do n’t know how long I have been standing, long Yes, when she reacted, her legs were almost numb.

Opening the door of the balcony, a warm feeling came from inside the room, so that she could not help feeling comfortable. There is also the sweet milk flavor that belongs to the child for a long time.

She put the mobile phone on the bedside, then came over and put her daughter's little hand in the quilt. Time passed really fast. Five years passed in a flash, and her raindrops were also long. She is still remembering when she is so big. When the child was born, the little red blob, she sniffed again, holding back the uncomfortable heart.

Fortunately, she can still remember her daughter in her life. Fortunately, her daughter is still alive.

She carefully opened the quilt and lay down. Since recovering her previous memories, she has never had insomnia, she will sleep well, and may have various dreams, but Finally, she felt real, instead of living in the cloud, she was also worried that she would fall off at any time.

And when she opened her eyes again, the sky was already bright, Xiaoyudian was still a child, she was still asleep, Xia Ruoxin sat up carefully, and covered her daughter with a quilt. Some, the child's small face is still round and tender and very cute. The head of the facial features has opened a lot, but it is still the beautiful child of the past.

She cherishes every minute with her daughter because she doesn't know if Chu Li will let her see her daughter next time.

When Qin Xuejuan rubbed her neck and got up, she noticed that there was a sound in the kitchen. She couldn't help but follow it, her eyes widened suddenly

Will there be mice in the house?

She hurriedly ran into the kitchen and immediately picked up a mop. The result was closer, and the sound inside was louder, as if someone was flipping something.

Qin Xuejuan's face became more and more ugly. Could it be a thief in the house?

She clenched the mop tightly and walked lightly. At this moment, the sound of footsteps moved toward the door, and she also lifted the mop and smashed into it without help.

"Auntie, it's me."

The sudden voice stopped Qin Xuejuan's mop in the air, and it scared her into a cold sweat.

At this time, the mop in her hand was less than ten centimeters away from Xia Ruoxin.

Fortunately, Qin Xuejuan quickly put away the mop.

"Miss, why are you here?" She breathed a sigh of relief, almost all of the cold sweat coming out of her back.

"Make breakfast for your child."

Xia Ruoxin didn't know if she had experienced too many things in the past. She was surprised that with the fixation that was comparable to Chu Li, she thought that if the man had encountered the same situation just now, it might be the same. It ’s an expression.

But, thinking about this, she could not help but stunned. It seems that in her mind, the man has appeared a little too many times recently, but this has been entangled in the memory of half a lifetime. Since she was four, she remember He is the most.

She walked into the kitchen again and began to get busy.

"Miss, when did you learn to cook?" Qin Xuejuan stood outside, her mind was a little complicated.

"Don't I know it before?" Xia Ruoxin replied to Qin Xuejuan, and what he said was a bit redundant, but Qin Xuejuan didn't seem to think there.

"Yeah, yeah," Qin Xuejuan patted his chest lightly, also following Xia Ruoxin's words. The lady used to do it, and she did a good job. She thought Xia Ruoxin might have to ask herself The previous things, so I have prepared a few words in my heart, but it was unexpected, but there was no, she said nothing and asked nothing.

Xia Ruoxin combed her daughter's hair. The little guy's hair is now long and soft. It felt exactly the same as before. She had two small pigtails for her daughter. The big one and the small one in the mirror were no longer long, but they still felt the same as before.

They were the mother and daughter of each other.

"Mom takes you to dinner," Xia Ruoxin reached out to his daughter, and Xiaoyu took her hand, then stepped on her short calf and followed her out.

On the table are very simple breakfasts, millet porridge, fried green vegetables and the like. They are not too greasy and are suitable for morning meals.