You Are My Rare Passion

She is talented, she can make money herself, and she is not short of money.

She lacks love.

From childhood to adulthood, she has encountered too many ups and downs and suffered too much unfair treatment.

But at this moment, thinking back to the situation when she was mistreated, bullied, and beaten, her emotions no longer fluctuated, and it seemed as if those events were a lifetime away.

The obscure memory of the past, like the film of a black-and-white movie, tells the story of others, and it can no longer arouse a trace of pain in her.

All of this is because of the man who is holding her in his arms at this moment.

After meeting this man, she has her own home.

Everything in the past has become the past.

The person holding her at this moment is what she should cherish in the rest of her life.

Her heart was ups and downs, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

Unknowingly, the blood started to burn, and she was so hot that she felt hot all over.

She respected her inner desire and kissed Gu Junzhu's lips heavily.

Soon, there was another fierce battle in the Star Grassland than before.

After the flags and drums died down again, Ye Xingbei tidied up his clothes, put his arms around Gu Junzhu and fell into a drowsy sleep.

She was so tired that she had no strength at all, and she didn't care where it was or what time it was.

She just wants to sleep.

Anyway, as long as this man is by her side at the moment, no matter where she is, she is safe.

She can sleep boldly.

Looking at Ye Xingbei who had tidied his clothes and fell asleep in a second, the smile on Gu Junzhu's lips was gentle and doting.

Rubbing her head, he got up and hugged her into his arms, and returned to the car.

When they returned to the villa, Xiao Shumiao'er and Ling Yue had already fallen asleep.

The old man and Qiao Zui's couple have also rested.

He held Ye Xingbei in his arms to take a bath, changed into his pajamas, and the half-asleep Ye Xingbei fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Gu Junzhu lay down beside her, took her into his arms, and soon fell asleep soundly.

When Gu Junzhu woke up the next morning, there was no one around him.

It's really weird.

Ye Xingbei is strict with self-discipline, she has no bad habits, she insists on finding fault, and if she is to pick a bone, snoozing is considered a minor problem of hers.

He had been with Ye Xingbei for a while, and every day he got up early to exercise, and Ye Xingbei was still lying on the bed after he exercised.

He checks the time.

It was only after six o'clock, and the people disappeared.

Could it be that you feel uncomfortable and went to the bathroom?

He got up and went to the bathroom to find someone.

I looked around and couldn't find it.

He took out his mobile phone and called Ye Xingbei.

The phone was connected quickly.

Ye Xingbei smiled and gave an answer: "I'm in the study."

Gu Junzhu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought of the reason for Ye Xingbei's sudden early waking up.

He chuckled, "Okay, I see."

After washing and changing his clothes, he went to the study.

On the desk, there is a brush calligraphy that has already been written.

The handwriting is beautiful, but still vigorous and powerful, flowing in the clouds and flowing water, with a combination of rigidity and softness, and the writing is like clouds and smoke. Coupled with his ancient words, it is a very good mood.

Seeing him coming in, Ye Xingbei's eyes first fell on the brush calligraphy, and Ye Xingbei was a little shy: "The writing is not very good, and we will hang it in our bedroom in the future, so we can secretly read it ourselves, okay?"

"No, it's very well written," Gu Junzhu looked at each word one by one, "absolutely at the level of a master, if my father sees it, he must like you more."

"What kind of master level?" Old Master Gu's voice sounded behind the two of them.

Gu Junzhu didn't close the door when he came in.

When the old man passed by the door of the study, he happened to hear Gu Junzhu's words.

"Dad," Gu Junzhu turned to look at him, "Beibei wrote a picture."

"Really? Let me see!" Mr. Gu walked into the study with great interest.

The old man's eyes fell on the words, and he quickly praised, "It's really well written. It's thick and slender, it's ingenious and dense, simple and elegant, square and round, just like everyone else!"

"Father, you're flattered." Ye Xingbei blushed. "It's just a few years of practice. It's not as good as Dad said."

Mr. Gu smiled, and didn't say anything, but read the words she wrote: "Ye Lu falls on the blue steps, the stars are crumbs, the north window is lonely and the moon is cold and frosty, the consultant is at the clear night, the king is speechless, chasing the clouds in the garden and falling flowers timidly." , you sent that lamp, and the inscription was left half full, I secretly wrote my thoughts, lovesickness is difficult to write, I can't write, but I only write but the cold wind, frost and moon..."

The old man read it twice, and soon discovered the mystery, and said with a smile: "This is a Tibetan acrobatic! Ye Xingbei, Gu Junzhu, not bad, this is also written by Bei Bei?"

"It's not," Ye Xingbei glanced at Gu Junzhu shyly, "This was written by Gu Junzhu."

"Written by Xiaozhu?" Mr. Gu read it again, nodded with a smile, "That's really good, so my son can write lyrics, really amazing!"