Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"I didn't let Xiangxiang pick it up."

Chu Jiang rolled his eyes and wouldn't be really old. This menopause is really coming. It was not his granddaughter who just answered the call just now, but it was Chu Xiang. Already.

"I'm not talking about Xiangxiang," Chu Jiang's voice murmured, was this a fool or something? Or she said she was going to monopolize her granddaughter and not return it to him.

"Isn't it Xiangxiang, is it possible that you have another granddaughter?" Song Wan froze indignantly, but suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and her eyes looked forward with fear. At this moment, There are already a lot of people here, so as long as you glance past, the scenery in front of you, the people in front of you are already at a glance.

The child who was standing there is gone.

With a snap, Song Wan dropped the phone on the ground, and toot, what Chu Jiang heard was the disconnection of the phone.

Song Wan was white at this time, and her hands were shaking.

She forgot the light rain.

And the raindrops are gone ...

She began to hold Chu Xiang's hand and searched madly, but Chu Xiang lowered her head. Unlike Song Wan's anxiety, she was smiling, smiling secretly, because she was watching the little sister running It ’s gone, um, it ’s better not to find it, and do n’t even want to find it in her whole life. She always dreamed of losing her little sister. Then, this time, did the little sister really lose it?

And indeed, when Song Wan was looking for an afternoon, she had to admit that the child was indeed lost, and now that she was in trouble, she dropped her phone on the ground and broke it, and now she ca n’t even turn on the phone. Seeing that it was going to be dark, but she still could not find the child.

At this time, Chu Li had no idea how many phone calls he had made to Song Wan, but there was still no connection there, all busy calls. He didn't believe that he called again, but it was still the same. sound.

Raising his wrist, he looked at the time.

It's already this time. It's very late. Xiaoyu will have to go to bed when he comes back. Otherwise, he will lose his energy tomorrow, and Song Wan will not be able to take two children at once. He now regrets it. Two sentences, in fact, he knew that Chu Jiang had deliberately extended him, just to let Song Wan go out with a little rain to cultivate feelings.

In fact, he did not object, as long as Song Wanzhen liked Xiaoyudian, then other things could be resolved slowly.

It's just that it's time, how can't even the cell phone work.

He hung up and dialed Chu Jiang again.

"Dad, do you know where my mom took the rain?"

Chu Jiang also froze for a while. It turns out that this son already knew, and he never actually thought about how long to hide his son, but Chu Li finally let him take the child away, and he wanted to come and open an eye. Closed one eye.

However, to say where Song Wan went, Chu Jiang himself wondered, "Actually, I don't know where your mother went. Her phone should be broken, but I haven't found anyone yet, but you don't have to worry about it. Yes, they will be fine. "

Chu Li also hoped that, but he did n’t know why, he always had a sense of uneasiness, took out a cigarette, he drove the car to the side of the road, and began to take a sip. Adding boredom.

One was about to run out, and he took out his mobile phone and dialed Xia Ruoxin again;

"If it's me, it's me. Xiaoyudian is eating. She is clamoring for a movie. I'll take her to watch it once. It's not a very good animation. You can bring her next time."

Until she put down her phone, the other cigarette at her fingertip was almost burned out, and it was about to burn his finger. He didn't pay attention, until she had the kind of burn pain at her fingertip, he quickly put the half cigarette Throw it away, the pain between the fingers is still there, and his hands have begun to have a kind of numbness, and even tremble unknowingly.

Far away, Song Wan looked at her own door and wondered if she was going in. The first reaction when the child was lost was to find it, but the first reaction after she couldn't find it was that she wanted to escape.

What was lost was not a cat, a dog, but a child. She was the only daughter of Chulu and the only bloodline of the Chu family. Although she always talked to others, Chuxiang was her granddaughter, but she She knew very well that the Chu family had a blood-born child, and it was always another one. Now that the child has been lost, she no longer knows how to face Chu Jiang and Chu law. The most annoying thing is that Xia Ruoxin.

She lowered her face and clenched Chu Xiang's small hand.

Then she turned around and stopped a taxi and took it up, and she couldn't tell anyone about it before she could figure out a way, and the storm at home, she couldn't afford it, and no one could eat it. From the beginning, from the commitment.

The car stopped, Song Wan took Chu Xiang and walked down, but it seemed that the road was staggered, but for a moment she didn't know where they were going and where they were going.

"Aunt Song, why are you here?"

Song Wan's heart was tight, and she had the unexplainable tension and fear. She was most afraid of meeting an acquaintance now, and obviously, she was the only one.

"Aunt Song, it's you, it's you," a young miraculous woman came over, her face full of surprises, and she seemed to be familiar, but although they said they were acquaintances, it was impossible to use them. The word surprise came out.

"This is Xiangxiang, it looks so beautiful," the woman reached out and stroked Chu Xiang's face, and Chu Xiang hid behind Song Wan. Her eyes were full of various precautions. I have to say, woman They all have a terrible intuition. Even such a child has a sense of crisis, a sense of encountering a similar crisis.

Soon after, the door of a relatively remote but quiet apartment was opened. "Here is a small apartment in our house. No one lives on weekdays, but someone will come and clean it. Aunt Song and Xiang Xiang can live first. There is nothing in here. I will buy it again tomorrow. Aunt Song, are you okay here? Would you like to change another one? "

Song Wan hasn't thought about how good to live now. To put it bluntly, she is a fugitive. Now that there is a ready-made place and a place to settle in for her, she is already thankful and can choose one What came out.

"Thank you Yixuan, my aunt doesn't know how to thank you," Song Wan was really fortunate to have encountered Xia Yixuan. She didn't mention the previous things, at least, she also helped her. The icing on the cake is good , But not as good as sending charcoal in the snow.