The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

When he walked to the living room, he saw Yu Cang sitting on the sofa with his back facing him, head down, and he didn't know what he was messing up with.

Huayi concentrated as he walked in and said loudly: "Brother Cang, you are finally resurrected. Have you eaten your food? What smells like at home, it smells dead!"

Yu Cang was frightened by his voice and shook his whole body. He immediately turned his head, hissed at the flower with a nervous expression, and quietly said, "Be quiet, she just fell asleep."

she was? Who is that?

When the flowers came close, I saw that Yu Cang was holding a little girl in his arms. The little girl closed her eyes, her lips were slightly opened, her small face was flushed, she was sleeping soundly, and she slapped her lips from time to time. , Like having a sweet dream.

Milk powder and baby bottles are on the table, and there are two changed diapers in the trash can. No wonder the smell in the living room is so unpleasant.

Hua Yi Nong suddenly rushed in front of Yu Cang, looked at the little girl in his arms in shock, and asked, "Brother Cang, where did you get this child from!"

Yu Cang replied: "She was crying across the door, so I brought her back."

"The door."

It didn't sound right to hear the flowers, and hurriedly said: "This must be someone who deliberately put her at our door and wants to get you to the bait!"

Yu Cang began to pretend to be dumb: "What are you talking about, I don't understand."

Hua Yi concentrated grabbed Yu Cang's arm, trying to drag him out: "We put her back to the door, someone will come and take her away!"

However, Yu Cang shook off his flowery hand, and held the little girl tightly in his arms, and said with joy to the flowery girl: "She is a daughter, my daughter, you have seen the photo, right? No, she's a nanny!"

"She... She does look exactly like the girl, I have to admit that, but..." Even if the words hurt, for Yu Cang's safety, Huayidan still had to say: "Brother Cang, calm down. Your daughter's daughter died a few years ago! Where did I see her picture? It's on her tombstone!"

Yu Cang's eyes dimmed a little bit, he shook his head, and a little self-deceiving hope was ignited in his eyes: "Maybe...maybe the daughter is not dead at all! What privacy is there in this!"

Huayi took a deep breath and said: "Even if the nun is really not dead, she should go to kindergarten if she lives to this day? How could it be that she is only this old?!"

Yu Cang fell into silence all of a sudden. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the sleeping little man in his arms. A struggling expression flashed across his face, but he still couldn't let go, and pressed tightly to the little girl's forehead. , It's like losing your mind.

"No...no, this is the 囡囡, this is the 囡囡, no one can take him away from me again!"

"Brother Cang, you..."

The little girl wanted to talk again. The little girl suddenly woke up, she opened her mouth and burst into tears. Yu Cang hurriedly picked up the little girl and walked upstairs while coaxing her.

Hua Yinong followed and stood outside the room until the little girl cried and fell asleep again before Yu Cang came out of the room.

"Brother Cang, don't be stupid, you know in your heart that she is not a nanny!"

Yu Cang looked at the flowers and said, "Even if she is not a nanny, I will keep her, even if..."

Even if you just use her as a stand-in.

At the beginning, it was because of his own departure that the daughter was buried in the sea of ​​flames. Now, this must be the second chance God has given him. He must make up for all the debts he owes to this daughter.