Wife is not tired of fraud:Lord Lou,I was wrong!

"Lord Lou, take your time." On both sides of the corridor, the service staff bowed together.

When the man goes away, everyone dares to raise their heads.

"My God, did you read it right? Mr. Lou left with a princess in his arms? "

"What princess? Lord Lou brought it himself."

It's really strange. I hold it when I come and I hold it when I leave. Who is it? Do you think it's fashionable to bring people with money now?

……

In the car, the man kneaded his eyebrows and sat in a comfortable seat.

Next to him, Jiang Xiaomi curled up like a shrimp, because of her delicate figure, she could not occupy much position.

Suddenly, I was hugged.

Lou tianqin frowns and stares at her arms that are suddenly wrapped up. Her feeble fingers curl and her oval manicured nails cover them. They are charming pink, just like petals.

"Well..." She caught something that could be used as a pillow and leaned over.

It seemed that Lou was looking at a novel thing.

She is more lovely when she is drunk than when she is sober. Lou tianqin sticks out his finger and pokes her in the face. His head swings around, but he still doesn't wake up.

The moment she moved her finger down, the little woman screamed.

"Mom -"

a sense of guilt arises spontaneously, and he slowly withdraws his hand.

Did you dream about mom?

At this time, Jiang Xiaomi is having a happy and sad dream.

Happily, she could see her mother in her dream. Sadly It was the last time she saw it.

The picture of mother in my memory seems to be a background forever.

That's white.

Even in dreams.

"Mom, mom..." The girl cried and shook the woman's arm.

The woman struggled to open her eyes: "is it Xiaomi? My darling, why are you crying again? "

"I've heard that you're going to die." Although I don't know what death means, but I don't know why, hearing that word, she will be very sad.

"My little darling." Sick mother, difficult to get up and hold her, the taste of disinfectant is very real: "they said wrong, mother is not dead, but to live in another place, grandma is waiting for her mother."

"Why don't you take me?"

The young mother laughed: "if I take you, my mother can't take care of grandma. Do you think so? "

This is the last conversation between mother and daughter.

At that time, Jiang Xiaomi was five years old. Although he was not sensible, he had already remembered things.

She doesn't have a deep memory of her father, because he seldom goes home to do business, and Jiang Xiaomi has a weak relationship with him.

After her mother died, she missed her mother very much after contacting her father for more than half a year. She cried to sleep every night. At first, her father would coax her, but as the number of crying increased, the other side gradually lost patience.

The real turning point of fate was in an afternoon.

Father suddenly brought back a beautiful woman appeared, pointing to each other: "look, this is the new mother I found for you."

The other side leaned over, smiling and pinching her cheek: "you are Xiaomi, so cute."

From then on, this beautiful woman became her mother.

At first, the other party would smile at her, but gradually the smile became perfunctory, and finally there was no perfunctory.

One night, when she opened her eyes again, the room changed, and so did the people around her. A fat aunt with glasses held her and gently comforted her: "I'm not afraid. This is your new home."