Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

And he looked at the sleeping daughter like this, but in his head was confused, he couldn't think, he didn't want to think either.

His head seemed to be entangled with multiple threads, and the interlacing was complicated.

Xiaoyu rubbed his eyes, and when she sat up, she saw that Chu Li was half leaning on the bed, and she was not covered with a quilt. She pulled up the quilt hard and covered it on her father.

Then, while kneeling on the bed, she rubbed her eyes, and as a result she saw the picture of her mother under the rope above her little wrist. .

She opened the pendant with a picture of her mother inside.

"Mom ..." She shouted a little, then crawled to Daddy's side, and put her little head on Daddy's leg.

Then a big palm rested on her little head.

"Dad," she raised her face and saw Chu Li woke up when she didn't know.

Chu Lu sat down, hugged her daughter, and then pulled the necklace from the neck of her daughter, and placed the bodyguard under the necklace in her palm.

"Baby, where did this come from?"

Xiaoyu blinked his eyes. "This is from mom."

The mother in Xiaoyu's mouth is Lu Xiaohua.

Chu Lu clenched her palms and forced the amulet into her palms. How could Gao Yi paint this to Lu Xiao, Lu Xiao painting, not Xia Ruoxin, the baby can give it, but how can this give , Unless it was given to Ruo Xin yesterday before her death, but this doesn't make sense, how could Ruo Xin give this thing to others.

If Ruoxin hated him at that time, she might lose it, or she would bury it in her ashes with her body, but she would never give it to others.

He caressed his daughter's hair lightly. The raindrops may be the feeling of unhappiness of the father, so he obediently held his little head on his father's chest.

After a while, Chu Li had sat upright.

Then she patted her daughter's little face gently,

"Leave, baby, let's wash our face and brush our teeth. Dad will take you to school."

"Okay," Xiao Yudian agreed obediently, brushed his teeth with his father, washed his face, and then was taken to the kindergarten by his father.

"Dad comes to pick you up from work," Chu Lu squatted down, dressing her daughter's clothes.

"Okay," Xiao Yu agreed, and the teacher held her little hand. She glanced back at her dad, then flattened her mouth, and stretched out her little hand to see her again.

She is still unhappy. Chu Li knows that it is because Xiaoyudian has no mother. Whether it is Yang Ruolin or Lu Xiaohua, she is not her mother. The truthful daughter will one day understand that her mother is long gone. It was just that he didn't expect it to be so fast, and knowing it this way was not a good thing.

Chu Li took out his mobile phone and found out a number from it. He had never stored it, but he kept it in his mind and didn't even need to look through any call records.

He pulled out a bunch of numbers, got on the screen, and then pulled out.

He leaned his body against the car behind him, his dark eyes still couldn't penetrate the gloomy existence.

"Lu Xiaohua, it's me. I want to talk to you about something."

Hanging up the phone, he threw his mobile phone into the car, then got in the car and went to the shop where he often went. Although it was called a coffee shop, he never had a cup of coffee.

Mr. Chu, is he still the same? The waiter came over, with one hand behind his back, and asked Chu Lu.

"Yes," Chu Li raised her eyes lightly. "A glass of milk, a glass of ... apple juice."

"Okay," the waiter wrote down, and after a while, he had prepared a glass of milk and a glass of apple juice.

Chu Lu picked up the apple juice and put it on the opposite side of the table, while he himself picked up the milk, put it on his lips, and sipped it, there was a sweet taste there.

It's sweet and sweet, but he just likes this taste, not because he likes sweetness, right. In fact, he hates sweetness, but he can be closer to his daughter and drink bitter for four years. Now drinking sweet, two opposite tastes, just like his life, Zeng Jin walked the highest, but also fell directly in **** and walked once.

Soon after, a woman hurried over, wearing a pair of flat shoes on her feet, a plain white shirt, an A-line skirt, a skirt over her knees, and her head casually pulled up loosely. It is also a loss of her face, which was originally quite small, and then dressed like this, casually like a high school student.

Of course, thanks to her pair of flat shoes, if it weren't for this pair of shoes, would she still have to run in high heels.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," she opened the chair, sat down, and reached out to take the cup at the table. She used her left hand and put a finger on the bottom of the cup. After drinking a large cup, she lowered the cup, and then she opened the chair and sat down.

However, it was found that Chu Li was staring at her finger.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xiaohua drew her finger in front of her eyes strangely, as if everything was fine.

"Are you looking at this?" She shook her index finger. "There is a scar, but I don't know how to get it out?" She put her finger in front of her eyes again, and the scar was quite obvious, that is, How did this come about?

"Sliced ​​when cutting vegetables."

Chu Li gave her a word lightly.

"Cut vegetables?" Lu Xiaohua put his hands behind his back. "How do you know that the vegetables were cut instead of falling out?"

Chu Lu's dim eyes kept staring at the cup standing in front of her.

"Is that a cut of a sharp weapon, or do you mean you can cut your finger out of a kitchen knife in one fell?"

"Also," Lu Xiaohua took out her fingers. In fact, she has not carefully guarded her scar, but she noticed it a while ago. If you do n’t look closely, you may not really know. It turned out that she still had a scar here. She originally thought that there was only a scar on her forehead.

"Mr. Chu, do you have anything to do with me?"

She picked up the cup again, took a sip, and sat down regularly, but Chu Li's gaze still seemed to rest on her finger. She quickly put her finger on her lap, and then held it gently Together, it feels a little awkward.

Chu Li's eyes darkened slightly.

"Nothing," he retracted his gaze and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window. The light between the dark eyes also seemed to dim, and the sparks in it seemed to pass by.

After the bustling life, it was desolate.