Sang Xia looked up and saw Sister Qing standing by the window. Because she was too far away, she could only see a blurry figure.
"Yunting, I think you have read too many fantasy novels. What are you thinking about?" Sang Xia turned back to look at her and said mockingly, "There are so many people with exactly the same face in the world, you scumbag."
That woman named Xiaotong also looks very similar to me. Could it be that she is also my mother?"
There is a photo of that woman on the scumbag's desk. If you didn't know better, you would have thought it was her photo. Even the smile on her face looked so similar.
"Aren't there a lot of programs on TV that feature celebrity faces? It is said that Chaplin's celebrity face looks more like Chaplin than Chaplin." Sangxia knocked Xia Yunting's little head and laughed again.
ruffle her hair.
"Okay, okay, if you don't believe me, I'll throw you away." Xia Yunting pushed her little hand away and let out a sigh of relief, "That's right. The world is so big, how could it be such a coincidence? But, Sangsang, how can I say, in this life, you still have
There is hope that I can meet my biological parents, but as for me, I have no hope at all. I can only look at the photos when I miss them."
As Xia Yunting spoke, her mood became sad. No matter how much her uncle and aunt loved her, they could not replace her parents.
"I don't hold on to that kind of slim hope. I'm used to living with my grandma. As long as grandma can live healthily, as long as I come home every day and hear grandma calling me "Sang Sang", I will be very satisfied.
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Sang Xia looked at the neon-lit street outside the window. Her sadness seemed to be contagious, and she also became depressed, "Yunting, my biggest hope is that grandma can be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, stay in good health, and live happily every day."
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"It's just this small wish. If God can make it come true, I'll be extremely happy."
"Sang Sang, it's possible, don't worry, grandma is such a good person??????!" Xia Yunting didn't expect that her feelings would make her friend sad. She felt embarrassed and immediately comforted her.
Compared with Sangsang, she is quite happy, isn't she? Although her uncle and aunt are not her parents, they give her full of motherly and fatherly love. She should not complain anymore.
"Well, of course," Sang Xia puffed up her chest and said with a smile, "Life is so beautiful, and there is still a possibility of realizing your hopes, why don't you worry." She is not a depressed person, and the tempering of her life since childhood has made her
He is much more mature, sensible and stronger than other children of the same age.
The future is bright, so don’t be discouraged and work hard!
But, does she really not care about not having parents? Why does a bitter taste come out of her heart whenever this topic is mentioned?
Sister Qing, what do you know?????? After returning home, Sangxia lay on the sofa after taking a bath, watching TV, and absently copying an unfinished character sketch.
It was already ten o'clock, and the man hadn't come back yet. Suddenly, he remembered that he had not done something. Sangxia hurriedly took the paper and pen on the coffee table and started writing.
After writing, she carefully folded it and placed it on the edge of the coffee table. At this time, she heard the sound of a car driving in the yard.
Her heart suddenly jumped a few times inexplicably. She raised her body. After a while, she heard the sound of the door being opened. Then, the tall and handsome figure entered the room, and the car key made a "squeak" sound.
, was placed on the cabinet in the entrance hall, the man took off his shoes, changed his shoes, took off his coat, and entered the house.
The habitual movements were done in one go, but it was thrilling to watch Sang Xia.
Damn it, I have to admit that the man is not only handsome and enchanting, but his movements are also incredibly charming.
God is too partial. Why is it so unfair that he made this man more handsome than a monster, but made a boy in their class look as good as Darcy Moto in Notre Dame de Paris??????
Keeping her thoughts in mind, Sang Xia stood up and shouted, "Mr. Yu is back? Do you want supper or coffee?" She said while looking at him with a smile.
After all, there was a mistake first, so Sangxia decided to use the tenderness and sweetness of the little woman to stabilize him, and then talk to him about business further.
"Coffee!" Yu Bingpo looked at the little woman with a sweet smile standing in front of him with a refreshing look, and couldn't help but take another look at her.
Sang Xia had just taken a shower. Her long, semi-dry and semi-wet hair was spread over her shoulders and reached her waist. She was dark and beautiful, and her small face was as white and delicate as a peeled egg without even a trace of powder on it.
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Loose lemon yellow cartoon pajamas, with a cute penguin painted on the chest, swaying its fat body, standing in the snow.
The faint fragrance on her body is as if it is not there, gently teasing people's minds, tempting people to want to smell more, to inhale it into their lungs.
Suddenly, the various women at the banquet wearing heavy makeup flashed before his eyes, and the smell of artificial perfume on their bodies was pungent and unpleasant.
However, hasn't he always liked women wearing makeup? He always believed that women are works of art that need to be carved and polished. Only exquisite makeup can make a woman more beautiful and charming.
Wasn't Ning Xiaotong once invisible to people without makeup? When did he feel that he became more and more disgusted with seeing women with exquisite makeup?
"Oh?????? Well, let me put the bath water in for you first, and I'll make you some coffee later." Seeing the man staring at her, Sang Xia finished speaking hurriedly, then walked over like a little rabbit.
Run upstairs.
A man's gaze would always make her panic and nervous for no reason. It was better for her to run away quickly, lest her weak little heart suddenly strike.
Unexpectedly, because she was so panicked, she just ran a few steps, and with a "plop", Sangxia lost her footing and fell down on the stairs. Her mouth accidentally touched the marble steps, her buttocks were stuck out high, and she knelt down.
over there.
"Ouch??????!" She couldn't help but groaned in pain, and then she reached out and touched it, blood!
Is there any mistake? She actually bleeds again. Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo unlucky. She must check the almanac. Why are things always happening these days? Why??????Yu Bingpogang
He sat down and wanted to take a rest, and then he saw the little figure who had never left his eyes suddenly fell on the steps. He panicked, subconsciously stood up, and reached out to pick it up. Only then did he realize that the sky is high and the emperor is far away - so far away.
Given the distance, how could she be saved unless there was help from the gods?
I didn't see the expression on her face clearly, but I could clearly see the color of her underwear, which was a light pink color and actually had the shape of a puppy on her butt.