Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

She turned her face to the side, but when she saw the huge wedding still picture on the wall, she was shocked for a day. Xia Yixuan laughed so perfectly, she seemed to be laughing at her uncontrollable power.

Sister, he loves, he hates you.

Xia Ruoxin's lips tasted a bitter bitterness, she knew.

Sister, are you still expecting that he will love you?

And Xia Ruoxin's heart was suddenly startled, and she stood up, yes, yes, she hoped a little, his small gesture and a small gesture of goodwill would make her dead love, revived again. stand up.

Her love for this man would have been so deep.

There was a knock at the door, and she hurried forward, thinking that Chu Lu was back, but he forgot that Chu Lu never had to knock on entering the room.

"Chu ..."

It was only the moment she opened it, but the expectation on her face fell instantly.

It turned out not him.

"Ah, Mrs. Chu, I'm sorry, it bothered you," Xiao Hong embarrassedly put her hand on her head.

"Well, it's okay," Xia Ruo shook his head, struggling to raise the smile that he just dropped, only to find that it was still too hard.

"Mrs. Chu, this is the case, Xiaohong has something to tell you," the drama was smiling again, and she was indeed a simple child, and even did not notice the obvious loss on Xia Ruoxin's face.

"Mr. called just now and said that he may not be back tonight, so you can eat yourself."

After Xiaohong said, she was still waiting for Xia Ruoxin's reply, but Xia Ruoxin suddenly smiled, bitter and bitter.

"Well, I know, just the sentence I know," but there was a loss that couldn't be said.

He is not coming back,

It's really not coming back.

He missed his appointment.

Sitting back to the bed again, she put her hands on her cheeks, and tried to maintain the smile on her face, even if it was not shown to others, then to herself.

It's okay, she shook her head lightly and laughed at herself. It wasn't the first time anyway, and it should be a habit. Just thinking of this, her face suddenly dimmed. She actually wanted to go, looking forward It's been a day, ready for a day, and her loss is not visible to others, but she knows it.

She was still waiting stupidly, just looking at everything outside, opening her eyes and closing her eyes, there was still the figure of that person in front of her eyes, and then some of the flames finally annihilated her eyes.

The door opened again, and she still maintained that kind of movement until her nose seemed to smell a strange floral scent, and bowed her head, which was a beautifully packaged bellflower.

"Are you waiting for you?" Chu Lu stood in front of her like a god, a very distinguished man, in a suit, with little expression on his face, and the expensive watch on his wrist was exposed, holding a stick in his hand. The flower was actually a bit silly. He had given it to a woman, but it was given by his secretary. For the first time, he had the stick in his hand, and he couldn't even believe it.

He actually did it. The dignified President Chu actually went to the florist to buy a stick of flowers.

"You ... how ..." Xia Ruoxin felt like he was about to be choked by this kind of floral fragrance, and for a while he didn't know where to put his hand.

"Don't you say you won't come back today?"

She lowered her head again, her eyes staring at the flowers in his hands. Are these for her or for others?

She thought, should, should it be for her?