Chen zikuang looked like her mother, Xiao rongyu. She was lively and sweet, and there were faint dimples on both sides of her mouth.
Chen zipei looked like her mother, Shen youchu. She was quiet and gentle, and her peach-shaped eyes were as bright as black grapes.
When the two little Sisters fell into the arms of each other's mother and were even fed with breast milk, what were the feelings of the two mothers?
Xiao rongyu was suddenly very curious about this matter. She didn't know that during the two times that Shen youchu had fed Chen zikuang, she had completed her task mechanically, just like her.When he looked at Xiaoyu's familiar face, he felt a sense of unwillingness, sadness, and even hatred.
"Do I hate Chen zipei?"
Xiao rongyu asked herself.
I don't think so ...
After a long while, Xiao rongyu answered in her heart.
Because if he really hated her, why would he lend Chen zifei's clothes to Chen zipei last night?
