Le Xuewei is kept in Hang Anzhi's yard, and hang Anzhi will bring back the news of her two children to tell her every day. Le Xuewei can believe that Mrs. Han will be kind to her children. However, she can let Han Chengyi not become a "sinner" of the Han family for her sake, but she can't give up her child to the Han family!

The injury on her body has not been healed. At present, Le Xuewei has no way to visit important people. She can only support herself in the presidential palace. Moreover, at present, she still has something pressing on her heart, which urgently needs to be confirmed by her own eyes.

Is Mrs. hang, who has the same name and surname as her mother and even looks the same, her "dead" mother? If it is, Le Xuewei thinks that she may not be able to bear the truth, but this matter is like a thorn in her heart. If she doesn't confirm it, then the thorn will only grow deeper and deeper.

This morning, after Hang Anzhi came to see her, she went out. Le Xuewei's performance was the same as usual. She didn't want to make hang Anzhi suspicious.

However, as soon as Hang'an left, Le Xuewei lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

In the past two days, Le Xuewei has secretly observed. Although the presidential palace is heavily guarded, the courtyard of hang'anzhi is not guarded like an iron wall. After all, it is very difficult for ordinary people to enter the presidential palace, so the guards inside are naturally relatively lax.

Le Xuewei covers her chest and goes to the window and looks out. The host just left, leaving a mess to be cleaned up. This is the busiest time in the presidential palace. It is undoubtedly the best time to walk around. Le Xuewei endured the pain, quietly went downstairs, not to go elsewhere, but directly to the next people in and out of the channel.

She once came here in Hang'an and vaguely remembered the general location.

With the impression, Le Xuewei touches the servant's dressing room and quickly pulls a suit of clothes to change. Breathtaking, she just put on the clothes, the door of the dressing room was pushed open. Le Xuewei was so scared that her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

However, her concerns are clearly superfluous.

These two days, she has been raised in the upstairs, saw her servants are not many, not to mention here, are some mobile?

To be clear, in addition to fixing each courtyard, most of the servants in the presidential palace are responsible for basic work, such as washing, shopping and so on. These people are unified and come to Hang'an regularly every day.

"Hoo..." Le Xuewei naturally observed this point clearly. Seeing the person standing at the door at the moment, she was relieved, but the smile on her face was not so natural.

"You?" The person standing at the door, looking at Le Xuewei's face, stared at her for a long time in doubt. Seeing her uniform again, he asked, "are you new?"

"Eh? Yes Le Xuewei quickly nodded and agreed. Although she didn't know what would happen next, she could only do so now.

The man nodded and waved to le Xuewei, "don't dally, there are still many things to do. Go to remove the curtains first, and suck all the carpets upstairs Hurry up. After master an is here, we have to go to the president! "

“！” When she heard the last sentence, she suddenly felt energetic. It seems that she didn't go wrong. As long as she gets through here, she will have a chance to see Mrs. hang!

The rib fracture is very painful. Le Xuewei doesn't care so much. She follows the man and goes out quickly. She is directed to tear down the curtains and suck the carpet. These are not very heavy tasks, but she is in great pain and sweating. The inner lining of her uniform is completely wet.

But she can't stop. She must see Mrs. hang! "Er..." After all this, Le Xuewei is about to lose her support, not only in her ribs, but also in pain like being crushed by a wheel.

"Are you all right? Well, it's time to go to the inner house! "

Hearing this, Le Xuewei can't hold on to it, or she will be punished in vain this morning. Biting her teeth and restraining her trembling body, Le Xuewei followed the people with her head down and finally went all the way to hang Zehao's inner house.

Le Xuewei steps closer, and the sound around her is weakened at this moment. She can only hear her own heartbeat and breathing. Entering the living room of the inner house, Le Xuewei looks upstairs. She still remembers that when she came to deliver food last time, a servant told her that Mrs. Hang's room is the third one on the left!

Yes, it is. She remembers it very well.

With her eyes closed, Le Xuewei grasped the hem of her uniform and went upstairs with her tools. Around, the next people are doing their own things, and no one is particularly concerned about her. Le Xuewei is absentmindedly cleaning, while approaching the target room.

"Turn left to the third room..."

Le Xuewei finally touches the door and stops on the doorknob. She is very tangled in her heart. As long as this door is opened, Le Xuewei is not sure what she will do. Now that we are here, where is the reason to quit?

As soon as she turned her hand, the door lock was opened. Le Xuewei gently pushed the door open, slowed down, quietly flashed into the room, and quickly closed the door.

The room is very big. At first glance, it is very empty. The light is very good. The sunlight comes in from the whole floor glass window. The room is bright. There is a faint fragrance in the air. It is not incense or flower fragrance, but the faint fragrance of plants.It seems that hang Zehao is really careful with his wife. Everything is for his wife's health.

The room was quiet, and no one seemed to be there at the moment.

Le Xuewei covers her chest and comes close to the inner room. She sees the huge European style bed in the middle. Le Xuewei held her breath, and her eyes fell on the bed. She saw a quiet sleeping person on the bed, with a thin bulge and a shallow nose.

“....” The heart beat faster and faster, and Le Xuewei stood beside the bed.

That glance was enough to break her down!

"Ah Le Xuewei quickly covered her mouth and burst into tears without warning. Psychological pain, far heavier than physical pain, thousands of times, hundreds of times hit her! "Ah..." She couldn't believe it, or she didn't want to believe it!

Eighteen years after her mother passed away, the man who should have been lying quietly in the ground was lying peacefully in the presidential palace of the capital of C country! Although she was only six years old when her mother died, she knew that this person was her mother!

Although she did not doubt her mother's kindness, she did not need any evidence to wake up!

"Ah..." Le Xuewei represses her sobs, and her heart shrinks into a ball like a drill.

Why? Why? My mother died 18 years ago, but now she lies here and becomes the wife of the president of C country! What is the hidden truth in this? Lok Wei Wei as like as two peas, who stared at the people on the bed, almost the same appearance as himself.

Since childhood, people have said that she looks like her mother, so she is very beautiful. It's more than that. Le Xuewei's facial features are exquisite, but more three-dimensional than her mother, Leci. She looks like a doll with mixed blood characteristics Recalling these past events, Le Xuewei almost paralyzed with pain. Close your eyes, tears are left.

Wait Doll, half breed? Le Xuewei is full of excitement. She suddenly opens her eyes and thinks of something. Hang Zehao, hang Zehao is of mixed blood! Do you mean No, no, no! Le Xuewei shakes her head and doesn't dare to think that way!

However, this idea can not be stopped.

Is she not the daughter of her mother Leci and her father Qiao Wandong? Is her biological father hang Zehao?

"No, no..." Le Xuewei covers her temple and murmurs in a low voice. She has no way to accept this fact! It must not be true!

If that's true, what should she do? My father, who has hated me for more than ten years, has become the most innocent person overnight. But my mother, who has been missing me all these years, has become a real "traitor"? How ridiculous, how ironic? What's more funny is that Mr. President, who is likely to be her biological father, actually takes Qiao Yuwei as his daughter?

"Ha..."

Le Xuewei tearful sneer, powerless kneel to the ground, there are too many questions in the brain, psychological also suffered a huge blow.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door. In a daze, Le Xuewei quickly stood up from the ground. She didn't dare to stay here any longer and quickly went out Outside, people are still busy. Le Xuewei is pale and bitter, but she has to go on.

Hang Zehao's inner bedroom.

"What about people?"

Hang Anzhi looked at the empty bed, turned to ask the servants, almond eyes is very sharp.

"I I don't know? For fear of delaying her rest, I haven't spent the whole morning... " I don't know how to explain it now.

"You..." Hang an's anger, pointing to the servants don't know how to blame.

How busy is his work? However, because of the worry about Le Xuewei, I have to rush back to have a look at her in the short break at noon. I really don't know if I don't come back. I don't think people should take care of her so much! Now people are gone, no one knows!

"An Shao, I asked the guard. Miss yuan should not have left the presidential palace..."

Ah Si opened the door and came in. He told hang Anzhi the information he had just checked.

Hang an's eyebrows, did not leave the presidential palace, that can go where? She's still injured. It's dangerous to walk. When you think about it, it's hard for Hang'an to sit still. "Ah Si, call out all the monitoring records. Since you haven't left, it's always here..."

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Le Xuewei stood by the door, her face as white as paper, and she was still wearing a maid's uniform. Her hair was wet with sweat, and her eyes were lax.

"Back?" Hang Anzhi, however, felt relieved. He rushed to le Xuewei in three or two steps and helped her shoulder. Then, immediately found something wrong with her, eyes flash, nervous asked, "what's the matter with you? How can you sweat so much when your face is so ugly? How do you dress like this? Where are you going? "

Le Xuewei has no strength to answer. She looks up at hang Anzhi. Suddenly she droops her eyelids and falls down