You Are My Rare Passion

The dinner was very rich, nutritious and delicious.

A few people sat around the table, the little sapling was as happy as a chicken blood, and the short hands kept busy, serving Gu Junzhu, Ye Xingbei and Lingyue.

The smile on his face didn't stop throughout the meal, he chattered while eating, as if he was about to fly with joy.

When he was abroad, he always looked like a teenager... No, he looked like a child and mature.

Many people met him and said he looked like a little grown-up.

Everyone envied Ye Xingbei, the child was sensible.

But only Ye Xingbei knew that she didn't want her child to be sensible too early.

Just like now, like an ordinary child, twittering, laughing, growing up happily, the best is the best.

After dinner, one big and two young sat on the sofa and played team battle games.

Ye Xingbei cut the fruit, sat next to them and fed it.

Gu Junzhu and the little guy were used to it. When the fruit was handed to their mouths, they opened their mouths consciously, staring at the TV screen without even looking at Ye Xingbei.

Ling Yue was very uncomfortable, Ye Xingbei stuck fruit with a toothpick and handed it to his lips, he almost jumped up.

Ye Xingbei pressed his shoulder and said with a smile, "Eat quickly."

Ling Yue quickly said, "Thank you, Auntie."

After thanking him somewhat uneasy, he opened his mouth and swallowed the fruit. He sat upright with a cautious face, put the fruit in his mouth, and chewed it carefully, looking flattered and at a loss.

Ye Xingbei looked sad.

This child is only eight years old. Looking at his height and immature face, he is only six or seven years old, but his words and deeds already look like a teenager.

It is said that the children of the poor are headed home early.

If you can be a little princess or a little prince, who would like to grow up prematurely?

He forced an eight-year-old child to look sensible like a teenager.

But times are pressing.

Because of this, Ye Xingbei didn't want his son to be sensible too early.

He was sensible early because he was not happy, so he had to be sensible early and protect himself.

Only children who don't have to think about anything and don't have to worry about anything are eligible to have a carefree, heartless childhood.

After playing until after nine o'clock, the little guy became very sleepy, yawning one after another.

Watching them finish the game, Ye Xingbei hugged him into his arms and kissed him, patted his little butt, "I can't play today, I will play tomorrow, it's time to sleep."

"Well," the little guy nodded his head obediently, and looked at Ling Yue: "Brother Xiaoyue will come to our house tomorrow!"

"Okay!" Ye Xingbei agreed, "I told brother Xiaoyue's mother to let brother Xiaoyue stay at our house for a while longer."

When the two big and small were playing games just now, she thought about it.

Tomorrow she will call Ling Yue's stepmother and tell Ling Yue's stepmother that Ling Yue is going to recuperate at her home.

After Ling Yue recovered from his injuries, she would let Ling Yue go home.

According to Ling Yue's stepmother's indifferent attitude yesterday, Ling Yue's stepmother would definitely not object.

When the time comes, she will keep Ling Yue by her side, and whenever her parents come to pick him up, she will return Ling Yue to them.

The little guy heard from his mother that Ling Yue could go home with him tomorrow, and his little feet kicked happily.

After being happy for a while, he became sad again.

Who is he sleeping with tonight?

Do you sleep with your parents, or with brother Xiaoyue?