Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Rainy rubbed her eyes and sat up. She saw Chu lui half-leaning on the side of the bed without a blanket. She pulled the blanket up forcefully and covered her father.

As she knelt on the bed, she rubbed her eyes and saw her mother\'s photo hanging on the rope around her wrist ...

She opened the pendant and saw her mother\'s photo inside.

mommy ... she called out softly, then crawled to her daddy\'s side and rested her small head on her daddy\'s lap.

At this moment, a large palm was placed on her small head.

daddy. she lifted her head and saw that Chu lui had woken up.

Chu lui sat down and carried his daughter up. Then, he pulled out the necklace from her neck and placed the protective ye estate on his palm.

"Baby, where did you get this?"

Rainy blinked her eyes. mommy gave this. &Quot;

The \'mommy\' that rainy was referring to was Lu Xiaohua.

Chu lui clenched his fist and stuck the amulet into his palm. How could Gao Yi give this to Lu Xiaohua? Lu Xiaohua was not Xia ruoxin. He could give her the doll, but how could he give her this? unless ruoxin gave it to her before she died yesterday. However, this did not make sense. Why would ruoxin give this to someone else?

At that time, ruoxin hated him to the core. Perhaps she would throw it away, or perhaps she would follow her body and bury it in her ashes. However, she would never give it to anyone.

He gently caressed his daughter\'s hair. Rainy could sense her father\'s unhappiness, so she obediently rubbed her head against his chest.

After a while, Chu lui sat up straight.

Then, he gently patted his daughter\'s small face.

let\'s go, baby. Let\'s wash up. Daddy will take you to school. &Quot;

okay, " rainy agreed obediently. She brushed her teeth and washed her face with her father before being brought to the kindergarten by her father.

daddy will come and pick you up after work. Chu lui squatted down and tidied his daughter\'s clothes.

okay, " rainy agreed. The teacher had already grabbed her hand. She looked at her father, pouted, and extended her hand to say goodbye.

she\'s still unhappy. Chu lui knew that it was because rainy did not have a mother. Be it yang ruolin or Lu Xiaohua, they were not her mother. His daughter would understand this one day. Actually, her mother had passed away a long time ago. It was just that he did not expect it to happen so soon. This kind of understanding was not a good thing.

Chu lui took out his phone and searched for a number. He had never saved it before, but he remembered it in his mind. He did not even need to look through the call history.

He dialed a string of numbers, logged on to the screen, and then dialed,

He leaned his body against the car behind him, his dark eyes still unable to penetrate the gloominess.

"Lu Xiaohua, it\'s me. I have something to discuss with you."

After hanging up the phone, he threw his phone into the car and got into the car. He went to the shop he often went to. Although it was called a coffee shop, he had never had a cup of coffee.

Mr. Chu, are you still the same? " the waiter asked Chu lui as he walked over with one hand behind his back.

yes. Chu lui raised his eyes slightly. a glass of milk and a glass of ... Apple juice. &Quot;

okay. the waiter noted it down. After a while, he had prepared a glass of milk and a glass of apple juice.

Chu lui picked up the Apple juice and placed it on the opposite side of the table. He picked up the milk and placed it by his lips. He took a sip, and the sweet taste returned.

It was sweet, so sweet that he would get sick of it, but he liked it. It was not because he liked sweet things. No, actually, he hated sweet things. It was just that he could be closer to his daughter. After four years of bitter drinking, he was now drinking sweet. It was two opposite tastes. It was just like his life. He had once reached the highest point, but he had also fallen directly into hell and walked through it once.

Not long after, a woman rushed over in a hurry. She was wearing a pair of flat shoes, a plain white shirt, and an A-line skirt. The skirt reached above her knees, and her head was casually rolled up. Fortunately, her face was quite small, but with this dress, she looked like a high school student.

Of course, it was also thanks to her pair of flats. If not for this pair of shoes, she would not have to run in high heels.

I\'m sorry I\'m late. she pulled out a chair and sat down. Then, she reached out for the cup on the table. She used her left hand and placed one finger at the bottom of the cup. She raised her head and drank more than half of the cup. Then, she put the cup down and pulled out the chair to sit.

However, she realized that Chu lui was staring at her fingers.

"What\'s wrong?" Lu Xiaohua curiously brought her finger in front of her eyes. It seemed to be fine.

"Are you looking at this?" She wagged her index finger. there\'s a scar, but I don\'t know how it came about. She put her finger in front of her eyes again. The scar was quite obvious. But, how did this come about?

"I cut it when I was cutting the vegetables."

Chu lui replied to her lightly.

"Cut vegetables?" Lu Xiaohua put her hands behind her back. how do you know that it was cut and not thrown out? "

Chu lui\'s dark eyes were fixed on the cup she had placed in front of him.

are those marks left by a sharp weapon? or are you saying that you can make a cut on your finger if you fall again? "

that\'s true. Lu Xiaohua took out her finger. Actually, she had not carefully observed her scar. She had only noticed it not long ago. If she had not looked closely, she might not have known that she actually had a scar here. She had originally thought that only her forehead had a scar.

"Mr. Chu, is there anything I can help you with?"

She picked up the cup again and took a sip before sitting down properly. Chu lui\'s gaze was still on her fingers. She quickly placed her fingers on her lap and held them together. It was a little awkward.

Chu lui\'s eyes darkened.

it\'s nothing. he retracted his gaze and turned to look at the French window at the side. The light in his dark eyes seemed to have dimmed, and the sparks in his eyes seemed to have flashed.

After the prosperity, it was finally desolate.