Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Her people are trying to deny this daughter, but, to her heart, it is the mother and daughter, the constant blood relationship, but she is really too angry, too angry.

She wanted to chase it out, only to find that there were no more half figures outside.

The rain was still raining. It didn't seem to have stopped for a day. Xia Ruoxin hid in an abandoned warehouse. She had stayed here recently. She didn't have half a penny. Except for this dress, she had nothing nor.

Shrinking in the corner, a person hugged herself tightly, and her hand was placed on her left hand, still painful.

From time to time, the wind will bring in the rain, and occasionally it will bring out a woman's bitter cry.

The same rain, the same wind, the cold sent to her, is desolate, but not necessarily to others.

In the hospital, in this high-grade ward, there is a faint floral fragrance, and in a delicate glass vase, a bouquet of fresh perfume lilies is inserted.

Li Manni leaned against Chu Li's chest, and Chu Li carefully supported her, for fear of hurting her.

"Liu, are you serious? No one has called me a third party anymore, the fox is fine?" She looked up and asked Chu Li with excitement, he was really nice to her, although it was a little bit to Xia Ruoxin Cruel, but for their happiness, she can only do so.

"Yes, I will let you marry me in a beautiful scenery, and I won't let you feel wronged," Chu Lu just bowed her head and coaxed the woman in her arms, her lips moving, but his eyes were unusually dark.

It seems that he has been doing this for a few days. He is not happy, not happy at all. What he says is like a routine responsibility, more like a meeting, and a clear and clear meeting.

Even in the face of Li Manni, he could barely make him mention a little spirit.

"Liu, thank you," Li Manni turned around and pinched Chu Lu's neck and offered her red lips, and Chu Lu's eyes narrowed slightly, naturally accepting that she would never give lightly initiative.

This woman is very shy, and he feels that she is less and less like Xia Yixuan, but like another woman.

"Liu, I love you, I really love you." And her love words disappeared into each other's lips, Chu Lu's body suddenly a sign, there is a feeling that can not be said, love? A word of love. . It's really heavy, and he doesn't understand, does he really love her?

Maybe it is love. If you do n’t love, why want to marry her, if you do n’t love, why bother to think hard, if you do n’t love, why is he here now.

So, he is in love.

Yes, he must be in love.

The night rain was a bit cold, all blocked out of the windows, but the ward was warm as spring.

After a night of rain and a night of wind, people who went to work in the morning shrank their necks and thought it was winter.

In a small warehouse, at this moment, a woman with a bad complexion coming out of it, she gently stroked her arm that hurt immediately, bit her green lips, and then looked forward. It's good if it doesn't rain, and she knows that she needs life and also needs work because she needs money.

But what can she do?

Like a beggar, she looked around and walked around, the cold wind blowing her overly thin clothes from time to time, she just clasped her arms, it seems that only in this way can she not be so cold.