Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

She picked up her bag and suddenly thought of something. She quickly took out her new phone and checked her bank account. She only had a few thousand Yuan left. Other than some for her hometown, she had spent most of it on jewelry and cosmetics. She was still waiting for her next month\'s salary, but she was afraid that she would lose her job.

Ruoxin ...

The sudden voice even gave her a big fright.

ruoxin, you\'re ruoxin. Didn\'t you already ... &Quot;

Xia mingzheng rubbed his eyes, still in disbelief. Who was the person in front of him? first, it was Xia Yixuan\'s resurrection, and then it was Xia ruoxin. Could it be that the Xia family members were all supernatural? or was she really not dead?

"You are ..."

Yang ruolin\'s eyes flickered. Ruoxin, Xia ruoxin ... This name had been with her for almost her entire life. They all said that she looked like her, but she really did not know how similar they were.

Was it another person who had mistaken her for someone else?

Not long after, when she stood in front of an apartment, her feelings were complicated and hard to understand.

"Yijun, look who\'s here!" Xia mingzheng pushed the door open and shouted mockingly.

A woman came down the stairs. When she saw yang ruolin\'s face, her expression changed, and her eyes turned red.

"Xinxin, you\'re my Xinxin?"

She suddenly hugged yang ruolin and said, " Xinxin, you\'re back. I knew you weren\'t dead. I knew it. you will live ... the woman\'s cold tears seeped into yang ruolin\'s neck, making him shiver.

She peeked at everything in front of her. The houses in this area were not cheap. The people who could live here were either rich or noble. There were no extra slippers at the door. However, she could guess that only the two of them lived in this house. Let\'s not talk about other things. Even if the house was sold, it would be worth a lot of money.

Sometimes, yang ruolin really hated herself for not being Xia ruoxin. If she was really Xia ruoxin, all of this would be hers.

Sometimes, it was really sad for people to be greedy.

He would bury a person\'s original conscience. He only wanted to get more, and the more he got, the less willing he was to give.

"You\'re my mother?"

She asked in confusion, her eyes filled with confusion.

Xinxin, did you forget something? " Shen Yijun wiped the tears from her face and carefully looked at her daughter in front of her. She realized that this didn\'t seem to be her Xinxin, but she couldn\'t bear to part with her. Maybe, maybe.

&Quot;. \'m sorry ... yang ruolin looked at her toes. I don\'t remember what happened in the past and this face. She touched her face again. The doctor had done plastic surgery on my ID card according to the photo on it. My previous face was. little disfigured, so it might not look like it. &Quot;

"Then you\'re my Xinxin,"

Shen Yijun thought of her daughter\'s injury and was no longer suspicious. Xia mingzheng was the same. After all, she was the one who admitted that Xia Yixuan had ruined Xia ruoxin\'s face.

So, it could explain why the woman in front of him looked so similar to Xia ruoxin but did not look like her. It was because she had lost her memory. She could not remember.

As for Shen Yijun, she had regained her daughter after losing her, while Xia mingzheng was filled with shame. He ignored the glint that flashed across yang ruolin\'s eyes and her slightly annoyed red lips.

She didn\'t want much, really. All she wanted was this house. With this house, she could bring her parents over to live with her. She could hold her head high in front of her brother and sister-in-law. In the future, even if she sold this house, she wouldn\'t have to worry for the rest of her life.

She didn\'t want to think about what would happen to her if she was exposed. This room and her identity made it impossible for her to refuse.

She wanted to live the life of a rich person, and she was tired of her past where she couldn\'t eat well.

The next day, Secretary Xiao Chen did not see yang ruolin coming.

she really thinks she\'s my boss\'s wife, " she mumbled to herself. In the past, even Lu Xiaohua, who had such a strong backing, had never said that she would be late or leave early. Moreover, Lu Xiaohua was really talented. The two women sat at the same table, but why was there such a huge difference?

Of course, it didn\'t matter to her whether yang ruolin came or not. Anyway, she didn\'t expect that woman to do anything. She didn\'t even have to waste her energy to chat with that woman who was courting death. She came in with her real talent and skills. She wasn\'t as lucky as her to have the right face.

Chu lui came in and out a few times. After an unknown number of times, he finally remembered something.

"Chen, yang ruolin didn\'t come?"

yes, President. Secretary Xiao Chen quickly stood up.

"She hasn\'t come to work for three days."

Chu lui frowned and called her to ask. to see if something happened. The company didn\'t invest in his life insurance for nothing. &Quot;

I know, CEO. Secretary Xiao Chen quickly called the Human Resources Department. It was just as Chu lui had said. The company had insurance for every employee. If an employee got into an accident during work, the company would have to take responsibility.

However, in the Human Resources Department, he did not receive yang ruolin\'s leave request at all. She was a miner.

Secretary Xiao Chen was also shocked. Did something really happen? she quickly picked up the phone and called yang ruolin. It took a long time before the call went through.

Secretary Xiao Chen also heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, nothing had happened. Otherwise, she seemed to be responsible for it and did not report it to the Human Resources Department.

"Ruolin, when are you coming to work? Have you applied for leave from the Human Resources Department?" Her tone wasn\'t too good. Everything was fine, why did she have to worry about it?

At this time, yang ruolin was putting her feet on a young woman\'s lap, letting the woman carefully trim her toenails.

"Work?" She looked at her manicure-done hand. I won\'t be working anymore. I\'ll resign in a few days. she hung up the phone and put her new phone into her bag. She leaned back against the chair in enjoyment.