Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"I'm going to rest, president, please help yourself," Xia Ruoxin stood up, and the president had no trace of respect. If he changed to another time, the president was at most distance, and what was in her voice? All that sounded ironic.

"A woman is in trouble," Chu Li shook her head, not knowing how many times she sighed.

Therefore, you must not be pinned to death by a woman, or you can only die in the end, and he is now on the verge of death, but weird, but he does not regret it at all, even if he really is To die in the woman's hands, then he acknowledged it too.

Xia Ruoxin closed the door and also leaned her back on the door. She closed her eyes and exhaled gently, but breathed out the gas in her lungs, and felt the air in her air again. Switch between cycles. She stood up and rested her head against the door. One arm still could not be lifted, and the faint pain was still there.

Chulu, you say, where do we go and which step is the end, are you dead or me dead?

She didn't know who she was asking, herself, or who, and no one could give her the answer, and she couldn't.

Drizzle took her mother's hand, the hair just above her shoulders, was very beautiful and draped down, her mother was a coincidence, and she braided a very beautiful braid, with a pink underneath. The colored little butterfly, the beautiful child is the focus wherever he goes. Of course, the small raindrops are noticeable from small to large, and they are inherited from the temperament of Chu. So the courage is big, but it is actually an arrogant little Here comes the girl.

She had her own small face, and at this time, she looked more and more like her father.

"Mom," Xiaoyu raised her face and pulled her finger.

"What's wrong?" Xia Ruoxin lowered his head and rubbed his daughter's small head.

"Xiaoyudian wanted to go there," she pointed to the slide not far away.

"Come on," Xia Ruoxin clenched his daughter's little hand and took her to the slide. Today is the weekend, and she happens to have time, so she took her daughter over to play, but she raised her arm like this I don't know when it will be enough to remove the plaster. She is still disabled.

Drizzle let go of his mother's hand, climbed to the slide happily, climbed up, then sat down and slid down again.

"Grandma, I'm going to play with that," Xia Ruoxin felt uncomfortable with a narrow road, and all of them could be familiar here. Of course, the acquaintance found them.

Song Wan naturally did not want to see Xia Ruoxin. The resentment between them began with the kidney of Xiao Yudian. As long as Chu Xiang lived in this world, it would never be possible to wipe out Song Wan Zeng Jin and took Xiao Yudian a kidney. fact.

Anything Xia Ruoxin can forgive and treat as if it never happened, but only this one, she can't.

"Grandma, I'm going to play with that."

Chu Xiang naturally saw the raindrops playing there.

It's not like who gave birth to a child is like who, but only who said to teach it will be like it.

"Go," Song Wan smiled and said to Chu Xiang.

Chu Xiang ran away happily. The newly-purchased pink dress was very beautiful and eye-catching. I knew at a glance that this was a child of a rich man, and Chu Xiang ran directly onto the slide and started to play, although he said She is really old and not suitable, but she just likes her and is willing.

Xiao Yudian didn't want to play when she saw her. She was going to find her mother, but Chu Xiang's eyes flickered. Just as Xiao Yudian slipped down, her buttocks also sat down. Xiao Yudian had not come yet. In time, Chu Xiang's feet have come.

By the time Xia Ruoxin noticed, it was all too late.

Chu Xiang's feet have stepped on the back of the small raindrops. The strength of the downfall is greater, and Chuxiang is two years older than the light raindrops. The strength is also much stronger. Thinking of it, saying hello to her mother, as a result, Chu Xiang kicked her directly on her back, kicking her off the slide.

Soon, she heard her cry.

Xia Ruoxin rushed over and hugged his daughter, and saw that the little child had both his hands scratched.

"Mom, the rain doesn't hurt. Mom doesn't cry."

Xiao Yudian took his two small hands forward poorly, and put it in front of Xia Ruoxin, "Mom screams will not hurt," Xia Ruo quickly picked up his daughter with one of his hands, and Chu Xiang himself Feeling guilty, they have already run back to Song Wan.

Song Wanming knew everything just now, but also saw Chu Xiang intentionally, but she was holding Chu Xiang behind her, and she stared at Xia Ruoxin lightly. This is obviously necessary to maintain Chu Xiang in the end.

When Xia Ruoxin stood up, she picked up her daughter and left. At this moment, Xiaoyudian leaned her little face on the shoulders of her mother, and stared at Song Wan without blinking like a pair of eyes like Chulu. With.

Song Wan raised her face, and almost all of them had no expression when they faced Xiaoyudian. They also looked like their own pupils. They could not help but follow their eyes, and finally placed them on Chu Xiang's body.

"Grandma, I didn't do it on purpose," Chu Xiang pointed at his finger, afraid that grandma would say her and scold her.

"Well, it's okay," Song Wan put her hand on Chu Xiang's hair, "grandma won't blame you."

"Does Dad blame Xiangxiang?" Chu Xiang asked again. And Song Wan couldn't answer. She explained her son and used Chulu's temperament, fearing that Chu Xiang's fight might be indispensable. Even if she didn't do it, Chu Xiang could not escape the cold violence of Chu Lu.

"Don't be afraid," Song Wan has thought about, "Don't want to touch our fragrant with grandma," and Song Wan has decided to look after Chu Xiang, no matter anyone, don't want to hurt Chu Xiang's hair.

At this time, Xia Ruoxin had no time to count with Song Wan, nor did she have time to beat Chu Xiang. She also had to hurt her daughter. At this time, her mental strength was changed. Resentment and hatred have been increasing day by day, a little bit more. She started to hate, yes, it was, just like Song Wan hated her

And now she is the same.

No one is pinched out of the mud, and no one has no temper, and the raindrops are her inverse scales.

What about Chu Li's mother? She sneered. She didn't even want Chu Li's. Why did she care about Chu Li's mother.

She looked at the raindrops inside the hospital. After the inspection, she was relieved that the raindrops were not a big deal. Only her little hand was scratched. Her two little hands were wrapped like bitches, and she was asleep in her mother's arms.

After Chu Li hurried over, she saw such a picture, and her daughter's little hand was still covered with sand cloth. Xia Ruo's heartless expression held her daughter, and one of her arms was simply There is no way to move.