Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"Mom, I'm getting married, don't you always worry that I'll be alone all the time, you can rest assured now, and that person is also your favorite, Xia Yixuan, you have always been good to her, and she is special Mother, how good it would be if you could wake up, your son is getting married again, "Yeah, once again, he is already married three times.

"In fact, if I can, I just want a wife."

He put Song Wan's hand on his forehead. At that moment, he was really tired, just like that, if he got married, he got married, but there was only one more woman in the column of his account. However, his life will not change in the slightest, and Xia Yixuan is good to his mother, so that's enough.

Regardless of ****, he will not think about love anymore, so it is in this life.

Not everyone will keep a love marriage. There are too many like him now, one commits one responsibility, and even endures.

He let go of Song Wan's hand and let the nursing staff come in to take care of her, but he went to the study to continue his busy work, and then he might forget a lot of things.

And he didn't know, the moment he put down Song Wan's hand, Song Wan's fingers moved slightly.

In recent days, Xia Yixuan has been preparing for his wedding, but he has forgotten the medicine and Song Wan's things.

In Lu's house, Jian Qingying was mumbling why her daughter hadn't returned yet. Everyone said that her daughter was a mother's intimate cotton jacket. And this daughter of her has become a coat, and she has left her mother directly, and no one can run away.

And the two fathers and sons of the Lu family talked for a long time, and it was finally easy to make Jian Qingying's heart more comfortable and go to watch TV outside.

"How's your sister?" Lu Keen asked his son, who he wanted to see, but Jian Qingying was at home, and he didn't dare to go past it boldly, especially about his daughter. Dare to let Jian Qingying find anything, otherwise, don't try to hide it.

"It's much better," Lu Jinrong said, "I watched it in the afternoon, and people can sit up. After all, I was so injured, I have to support for many days, but she recovered very well. Well, after a while, it's possible to walk down the ground. "

"Let's stay in the hospital for a few more days," Lu Keen still felt that it would be better for her daughter to stay a few more days at the doctor.

"I know," Lu Jinrong promised. Anyway, now whatever he said, he promised. As for the doctor, he would see what the doctor said.

When Lu Keen was about to open his mouth and ask something, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Jian Qingying's eyes were red, her body was shaking like autumn leaves

She twitched her pale lips.

"What happened to my daughter?"

Xia Ruoxin put a book on her knee, her hand was not moving, and she was still injecting. She spent almost all of the day injecting. She got used to it and it was nothing, anyway. It wasn't pain, it was just a needle change.

The door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, and she did not respond and heard a woman's voice from outside.

"Flower, my flower."

Xia Ruo's heart suddenly warmed up.

Gao Yi said that when she was in a coma, the only word she said was that my mother and I hurt.

And now she doesn't know. She called her mother subconsciously, is it Shen Yijun or Jian Qingying, and compared with Shen Yijun, Jian Qingying is more like her mother.

She loves her, protects her, and loves her.

Sometimes she was thinking that if the drizzle was still there, the people in the Lu family would hurt her very much. After all, she was such a good girl.

"Mom ..." Xia Ruoxin shouted.

And Jian Qingying's nose was sore. She glanced back at the two fathers and sons of Lu Family behind her, then stretched out her fingers and pointed at them one by one. "You are too much. My daughter is injured like this. Tell me, even let me watch TV, you never thought about it. My mother-in-law's mind, you cut a knife in my heart. "

The two sons of the Lu family bowed their heads and dare not refute.

But they were all scolded by Jian Qingying like this.

"Mom," Xia Ruoxin pulled Jian Qingying's hand. "Don't blame your father and brother, I told them not to tell you, you see, am I not good?" She said weakly, compared to before, The body is worse.

Jian Qingying caressed her daughter's short hair again. She knew how much the child cared about her hair, but now it was so short, she couldn't help feeling sad.

The child in front of her is her daughter, a daughter she has lost for more than ten years. If she loses again, what will she do?

She moved her hand down and placed it on Xia Ruoxin's face, her voice dumb.

"Mom doesn't care who your child was, but now it's my family. It's my Jian Qingying's daughter. Don't be afraid. Mom protects you. If anyone dares to bully you, mom will fight hard with him."

Xia Ruoxin was not surprised. Only the father and son of the Lu family had their eyes widened, the same expressions, and similar features, which really belonged to both father and son.

"Mom, how do you know?" Lu Jinrong never thought about it, Jian Qingying would know the identity of Jian Xia Ruoxin, and he thought they were hiding her well.

"I don't know," Jian Qingying shook her daughter's hand. "Whether or not I was born, she just has the face of my daughter, which is my daughter. Since you don't want me to know, I pretend not to. know."

"But Mom, when did you know?" Lu Jinrong's voice was stuttered. They thought they had been concealed by them all the time. It turned out that she was the most sober.

"I knew it when you first told me," Jian Qingying turned and said to his son, "I know your sister was gone when she was seven years old, and it was me I gave her the last trip at the hospital, "and at this point her tears couldn't bear anymore, and then she reached out and wiped her tears," My little flower is still so small, she is very good, she knows herself Maybe I ca n’t live any longer, so I took my hand and said, "Mom, don't be sad. Xiaohua has gone a long way, but mother must believe that Xiaohua will come back."

"My little flower is the most obedient, so you see, she's really back."

Xia Ruoxin smiled. In fact, she already felt it. Sometimes she found that when Jian Qingying looked at her, she seemed to be looking at another person, and she used it several times. She was still in a daze in front of some previous photos. Maybe it was just thinking about the original little flower. At that time, she felt that Jian Qingying might have known it, but she just pretended not to know.