Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Inside Chujiang's pair of black eyes that resembled Chu law at this time, countless bloodshots appeared.

No wonder why Song Wan wants to see the child regardless of her identity. She is going to blind her eyes. It ’s really from heaven to **** and then from **** to Tiantang. They ’re all ordinary people, they ’re all affectionate, they ’re all hopeless, they ’re all desperate, and they do n’t want to think about their grandchildren anymore, and Song Wan is so kind to her children I just wanted to make up for something, but when they all accepted it, one day, someone told them.

They also have a granddaughter, a kiss granddaughter, a kiss granddaughter.

How could it not keep them excited and keep them from getting sick.

Not far away, Chu Xiang hid in the door, tears in his eyes, seemed to know something.

Chu Jiang discovered Chu Xiang from a distance, but he did not break.

What he will become in the future, he does not want to guess, he is not demanding, just let him see the little granddaughter. But it's really shameless.

Song Wan cried for a long time, but she cried again, but she could n’t see her granddaughter. Even if she went to Xia Ruoxin every day, she had never seen a child, and she did n’t know it at all. Now she was thinking in her heart, the one she wanted to see. Granddaughter was taken away by Shen Wei.

After Shen Weiyou's recent whim, some thought of a little rain, so I told Xia Ruoxin that the child was taken away that day. Xia Ruo thought that it would be better for her to take it away. Recently they had too much family work.

Maybe Shen Wei couldn't get better. After all, Shen Wei wouldn't be hungry to the light rain.

At this moment, Shen Weizheng was holding a bowl of steamed eggs to feed the little guy.

"Is it delicious?" She asked with a smile, her gentle eyes had washed away the desolation, and there was no smell of light and dust on her body. It was not muddy or stained, but disdain. It was through the bones. Tough.

"It's delicious, the eggs made by my aunt are the best," Xiao Yudian narrowed his eyes contentedly, and his small mouth was really boring.

"You have a sweet mouth," Shen Wei pinched her little face, and then took the spoon and fed her eggs.

"Sister Wei, there is something outside," said a young man standing respectfully outside, as if he was a little scared, and even his voice was detained by Erpan.

"I see," Shen Wei didn't move, and continued to feed Xiaoyudian with steamed eggs. She made the steamed eggs herself, and she forgot about it. How long has she never been in the kitchen? This little guy who gives so much face, no matter whether it is good or not, always eats it clean.

After feeding a bowl of steamed eggs, she picked up the light rain, walked to a door, and knocked.

"Third brother," she shouted softly.

Then the back door opened and a man in black pajamas came out of the door.

As soon as the man saw her, he was a cold-hearted facial features and softened it gently. clothes.

"It's okay, I'll deal with it," Shen Wei shoved the child in his arms into his arms.

"Brother, you can take care of the little things for me. You know, I can do these things well." After adjusting her clothes, the smile on her face just now became all kind of Secretly charming, she pulled out her wavy long hair, and she was going out. A woman can change quickly. If she wants, she can be a good wife and mother in the last second, and change in the next second. Become a female ghost demon evil.

The third brother hugged the little guy in his arms, and now the two eyes widened.

"Uncle, sleepy," Xiaoyu rubbed his eyes, bit his own fist, and fell asleep against Sange's shoulder.

The third brother had no choice but to take the little guy in his arms back to his house. He only slept for an hour yesterday, and he really needed to sleep. Otherwise, he might not be able to bear it.

Forget it, just sleep with this little guy, little child, who has a natural milky fragrance, a soft little face, and tender hands, shrinking together, but also a little bit, even his heart A man as hard as iron, his heart softened at this time

And it is also rare, this child is not afraid of his inherently bad face.

Sleep, he yawned, lay down, pulled the quilt, and held the little body in his arms, and the whole thing was a dad.

"If the heart ..." is this voice again

As long as someone calls her name recently, Xia Ruoxin is nervous, and she has an uneasy feeling of scalp. Can she change her name to Xia Ruoxin.

"Auntie, you don't need to say any more," Xia Ruoxin didn't know that this was the first few times she refused. Some words were blunt, and she was no longer willing to say it.

"I said, I can't have a child, it's not my child at all."

Song Wan's expression faded. At the beginning, she used this excuse to force Xia Ruoxin to divorce, but now Xia Ruoxin uses this excuse to make her here feel free.

"If you want, can I see her? Really, I have no other meaning, I just want to see her."

Xia Ruoxin turned and left as before, regardless of whether the woman behind her was begging, crying, or kneeling. This scene is not strange to her.

At that time, she had begged like this, she had knelt like this, and she had cried, but in the end, only her own back was not too strong.

Song Wan's hand in the air was now weak and let go.

She laughed bitterly, never knowing that, one day, there are people in this world who are more stubborn and hard-core than her son.

In the eighteen-story office again, Du Jingtang pushed open the door, and the smell of smoke in it was a little bit worse than he would be sick.

"Cough ..." The smell of this cigarette made his lungs unbearable at first, how many second-hand smoke.

From time to time, he fanned the wind in front of his eyes with his hands, and for a long time, the taste was still very heavy. As a result, he directly pulled up his sleeve and covered his nose with the sleeve.

Then he walked to the window and opened it. He felt that his breathing was beginning to lighten, and he breathed in the air in front of him. He really felt that there was nothing better than breathing in this world. People moved things.

Until the taste was a little lighter, when he turned around, Chu Li was still smoking one by one.