Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"Aren't you afraid of him?" Yang Ruolin gave a light glance. No one is not afraid of the man. If he wants you to die, he is the evil spirit who crawls out of **** and bites your skin, your meat, you. Blood, your bones.

"I'm afraid," Zheng Anze admits generously, "but aunt," he held his sister's little hand in his palm. "Although my uncle Chu did everything he could, he saved me and he let me At school, he feeds me, he wears me, he gives me the future, and gives me the best education. No matter what, I will not lie to him. I will admit my fault and accept my fault. "

"Auntie, how about you, aren't you grateful?"

Yang Ruolin's face was instantly hot, grateful, yes, grateful. She was grateful at first, but when did it change, she did n’t know, but what she knew now, she could n’t Let Chu Li know what is happening today.

"You ..." When she was about to speak again, Zheng Anze interrupted her.

"Auntie, rest assured, I won't tell Uncle Chu about my affairs. I myself admit it, but I also hope that you too, don't treat him as a fool. He likes to listen to the truth."

After Zheng Anze said, he saw Yang Ruolin breathed a sigh of relief, and she saw the disapproval in her eyes. When she wanted to come, she would not take the initiative to admit it, and of course he would not say anything to Chu Li because he was low On the head, with the sleeping face of the little girl in her arms, her sister needs a mother. As long as she still needs, no one will move Yang Ruolin.

However, he suddenly wanted to know if his sister liked that aunt Lu more.

When she returned to the small villa in Chulu, when Chulu returned, she saw that Xiaoyudian was holding a small bottle and drinking carrot juice prepared by the nanny. She didn't pick this, as long as it was for her. She'll drink it, otherwise her body won't grow so fast ...

He put down his briefcase, walked over, and crouched in front of his daughter.

"Dad ..." Xiao Yudian took the bottle in his arms and smiled at Chu Li's cracked pink mouth, and his eyes followed, and Chu Lu stretched out her hand to straighten her daughter's hair.

"Have you missed your dad?" He squeezed his daughter's face slightly and asked. He didn't see his baby today. He really missed her. I don't know if I'm good or if I can eat well. Sleep well, but if she looks pretty good, it turns out that she should be pretty good.

"Yes," Xiao Yudian nodded his head hard, and then rubbed his father's neck with his little head. "Xiao Yudian misses Dad most."

Listening to her daughter Ruo Nuonu's voice, Chu Li finally managed to sleep well.

He reached out and shook his daughter's little hand, but Xiao Yuzhen quickly drew back his little hand.

"What's wrong?" Chu Lu frowned. "Baby, show your father's hand."

Xiaoyudian carried her little hand behind her, she shook her head and did not show it to her father.

"Show it to Dad," Chu Li didn't say aloud, and of course he wouldn't murder his daughter. He can murder anyone, and can pressure anyone. However, he can't do anything about his daughter. Cry him, drop a tear, and he compromised everything. He doesn't have any temper with his daughter. In front of his daughter, he is not the president of the Chu Group, not the thousands who control it. No. Chu's employee, he is just a father, a father who hurt his daughter.

Xiaoyudian thought about it, and finally stretched out his little hand, the child's white tender little fat hand, at this time there was a deep and light scratch, the little hand also had some bruising, no wonder she just took the cup The posture is so strange, is it painful?

Chu Lü picked up the cup on the table and placed it next to her daughter's little mouth.

Xiaoyudian held the cup gently with his little hand, drank the carrot juice inside the cup, slept with long eyes, and trembled from time to time, like her mother's face, it was really beautiful.

"Uncle, I'm sorry," Zheng Anze didn't know when he came, and he wanted to say that I'm sorry, for his sister's injury, and for his own fault.

"How hurt?" Chu lifted her daughter up, pulled her little hand to check, although it was not too serious, it was only a scratch, but for his beloved father, this Already piercing his heart, how could he and his daughter suffer a little injury and a little pain.

"I fell," Zheng Anze lowered his head. He was wrong because he didn't look up on his sister.

Chu Lu picked up her daughter, passed Zheng Anze, and stopped after a few steps. "You go to the school where you live for one month. I will tell the school and wash the dishes for a month."

"Thank you Uncle," Zheng Anze knew that Chu Li was punishing him. Washing the dishes for a month. Well, it didn't matter. He was punished, but this month, he couldn't come back to see his sister.

He turned around and saw his sister staring at him without blinking, then stretched out his little hand and shook his little fist.

Zheng Anze also raised his hand and clenched his finger into a fist.

Just suddenly, he thought of something again, and he was busy talking.

"uncle."

"Well?" Chu Lu stopped, "Do you have anything else?"

Zheng Anze held his hands tightly in front of him, then raised his face, with a very serious tone. "Uncle, don't you let your aunt take your sister?" He promised not to dismantle Yang Ruolin, but did not say He would not remind Chu Li and be careful of that woman.

"You can rest assured," Lin Li raised her thin lips suddenly, with a slightly cold tone. "I don't believe anyone. My daughter will take care of myself," he said, and hugged his daughter into the room. Then he took out the medicine box and disinfected her little hands. Although he was not a doctor, he knew this kind of wound and what to pay attention to.

"Can't play with water anymore," he flicked his daughter's tiny forehead gently with his fingers.

Light rain nodded.

"Don't run around in the future," he educated his daughter again.

Drizzle nodded again, agreeing obediently.

"Are it still painful?" He put down the medicine chest, and he was afraid to hold his daughter in his arms. The baby's small hand was not a small wound, but it was like a knife that was cutting the heart of his father.

Xiaoyu shook her head, probably because she felt Dad's worry. She clasped Dad's thumb with her little hand and smiled at Dad.

Chu Li picked up her daughter with one hand, let her sit on a small stool, and brought a basin over.

"Foot-washing," he squeezed his daughter's face, and also tried the water temperature with one hand. It happened that Xiaoyu took the little feet out of the small shoes and put them in the water. Chu Li rolled up his sleeves , Washing her little feet for her daughter.