Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Chu Lu thought of something. He walked in front of Zheng Anze, then squatted down, and actually liked the child.

"Wait until your uncle finds his daughter, will he take you home?"

"Do you want to take your sister too?" Zheng Anze raised his face and asked, "If you don't take your sister, Anze won't go."

"Bring," Chu Li stretched out his hand and put it on the little girl's head in Zheng Anze's arms. At this moment, his heart hurt again, and his little raindrops had such soft hair, but he did n’t know if his daughter had Such a good life.

Strange to say, Lin Qing and Guoer were also brothers and sisters at the time, but they were very similar to this pair of brothers and sisters, but Chu Lu had never liked them very much. He liked Zheng Anze because of his eyes, no small children, very It ’s an appraisal. Even when he is facing him, he does not budge. He protects his sister. He also protects himself. He will not compromise with anyone. When necessary, what he does will be fierce. This step It is a bit like him.

I just don't know if he will treat his little rain well, after all, he already has a sister.

"Uncle, rest assured," Zheng Anze promised, patting his chest, "Anze must be good to his uncle's little sister."

Chu Li rubbed Zheng Anze's hair, and then thought of something. He took out his wallet, took several hundred dollar bills from it, and put it in Zheng Anze's pocket. Don't think that it is only in the adult world. The battlefield is actually a child.

Zheng Anze touched his pocket, and the corners of his lips were very stubborn.

And Chu Lu didn't stay here too much. When he left, Zheng Anze held Lang Lang, rubbing his eyes, a pair of **** and white eyes, always paying attention to Chu Lu's car.

Her little lip followed, but she didn't know what to say.

"Lang Lang, what are you talking about?" Zheng Anze seemed to have heard his sister's voice. The little sister he picked up never said a word.

"Dad ..." Lang Lang opened his mouth, still only having a mouth shape but no sound.

"I'm not afraid, it's safe here, there are no bad people." Zheng Anze picked up his sister again, and then hugged her to a small bed. The place where the two of them lived was bunk beds. Child, one bed per person, he was afraid that his sister would fall, so he would let his sister sleep on the bunk, and he would sleep on the bunk himself.

He took out the money given by the uncle, as well as selling bottles along the way, and money given by the kind people, and stuffed them all into his own body, not in any place in the orphanage.

He hid the money carefully before sitting down and saw that his sister had fallen asleep slightly. She shrunk her small body. The long eyelashes were very thick and long. They were too small and small. Very poor.

Earlier, when he was up, he instinctively looked down, but he lost his sister.

"Lang Lang!" He shouted, and quickly climbed off the upper bunk. The other children were still asleep, except for his sister Lang Lang.

He hurried out, and as a result he saw a little child. At this moment, he was sitting in the doorway, not knowing what she was thinking. She was holding her knees, lonely and very poor.

"Where's here?" He walked over, trimming his sister's hair, and then a bit clumsy and combed her sister's head, combing her hair into two small braids.

Lang Lang raised her face, then she took her brother's hand, stood up, ran to the open space in front, stretched out her little hand, and then bent backwards, but it frightened Zheng Anze.

However, soon, he couldn't see what he could say. Seeing the little child in front, he quickly lowered his waist and made all kinds of weird and ordinary people's actions, although very small. , But the child's bones are very soft.

He stood up and walked over, his sister's two little pigtails.

"Lang Lang learned this?"

Lang Lang nodded, still not speaking.

"Is Langlang caught by them to learn this?" He once heard today that those traffickers would sell very small children to those juggling teams, and then let them learn some skills, and then they would make money.

Lang Lang nodded her head again, and then she thought about it, and let her brother look at the red marks on her little arm. Although the wounds were all well, but they were still faintly able to find that those who had been beaten today are left behind. Scars.

"Don't be afraid," Zheng Anze hugged his sister with his arm. "Brother will protect Lang Lang and won't let Lang Lang be bullied again."

At noon, a doctor came over and examined each child.

As a result, the clothes on Lang Lang's body were untied, and his brows frowned. "Why is this child so hurt?"

The dean came over and explained quickly, "This child just arrived yesterday, and asked her if she didn't know anything, and she didn't talk. By the way, she has an older brother."

Zheng Anze held his sister's little hand and stared straight at the doctor.

"How did she hurt?" The doctor asked Zheng Anze,

Zheng Anze shook his head.

Forget it, the doctor did n’t ask. He squatted down. At first sight, the child just liked it. It was too long and beautiful. The child was too young to laugh. If these children were abandoned by their parents, they would For various reasons and reasons, no one took care of it, and finally had to enter the orphanage.

However, some such beautiful children are also reluctant, and he really can't figure it out.

"Open your mouth, uncle, look." He took out a small flashlight and wanted to look at the child's throat. He didn't know whether it was congenital or acquired. The child didn't speak.

Lang Lang opened his mouth obediently, but the doctor checked for a long time, but found no abnormalities.

"How's this kid?" The dean asked the doctor, but this was delivered by Mr. Chu himself, and he said he would come to see them, and Mr. Chu donated a lot of money to the orphans. The money was enough for the entire orphanage to spend more than a year.

That's why the Dean is so worried about Zheng Anze's brother and sister.

"The child is fine," the doctor checked for a long time and found no problems. "Her vocal cords and throat are fine, but she cannot speak."

"She's not dumb?" The dean once thought that the child was dumb. She could hear it, but she didn't talk to anyone. Although she was very good, her temperament was also a bit quiet, and she didn't seem to be too care-taking. Not to laugh, but the most beautiful child in the entire orphan