San Marco Kindergarten.
"Xiaoyu, mommy is here to pick you up! Where is Xiaolun?" The light and beautiful woman bent down and asked a five-year-old boy with a smile.
But the little boy corrected her with an unhappy face: "Mommy! I am Xiao Lunla! Xiaoyu is still in the classroom!" Really, even his own son couldn't figure it out. Is there such a mommy?
The beautiful woman apologized innocently: "Huh? I'm sorry---you look so much alike!" Of course the twins looked exactly the same, so how could you blame her!
Xiao Lun was not satisfied at all and looked angry.
"Mommy, you are our mommy! You can't even tell the difference between your own sons. And we all have name tags on our bodies. You are also mistaken!"
The beautiful woman smiled awkwardly: "Yes." Why did she forget her name brand?
"Oh---" Another little boy who looked exactly the same suddenly walked out of the classroom and sighed helplessly.
As soon as the beautiful woman saw Xiaoyu, she immediately put on a smile and completely forgot about his sigh: "Xiaoyu, come out and pull me out! Then let's go home!" After saying that, she held the twins' little hands and took a careful look at the name tag of the little boy who just came out - Lei Xuanyu
Well, very good, it's right this time! I wish they had name tags at home too.
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Legend has it that love can fly thousands of miles and land in the embrace of this life. So, if you can't get rid of fate, just let it write the wrong plot---