You Are My Rare Passion

But still feel distressed and afraid.

Fortunately, Gu Junzhu moved quickly.

Otherwise, Gu Junzhu will protect her, with his back to the pot of charcoal fire, if the pot of charcoal fire falls directly on his back...

Ye Xingbei shuddered, not daring to think about it anymore.

After confirming that Gu Junzhu was fine, she was just about to ask Gu Junzhu if he was hungry and if he wanted something to eat when there was a knock on the door.

Ye Xingbei walked over to open the door.

Outside the door is Qiao Zui.

"Little aunt, is my little uncle okay?" Qiao Zui looked into the room: "I'm so guilty about Xiaomi, I'm restless waiting downstairs, with tears in my eyes all the time, afraid that I won't dare to cry, I will cry Don't cry."

I feel sorry for him.

I wish I could kick Situ Lanyu to death.

Mi Sheng was thinking about Gu Junzhu's injury, but men and women were different, it was not convenient for her to come and see, so Qiao Zui had to come to find out the situation by himself.

"It's okay." Ye Xingbei stepped aside and let Qiao Zui go in: "The injury is not serious, no blisters, just a few red spots."

"It's a good thing my little uncle's kung fu hasn't been returned yet," Qiao Zui said with lingering fear, "If I return all of this, I'll be sprained tonight."

Watching the pot of charcoal fire fall towards Ye Xingbei's head first, and in an instant, his little uncle took Ye Xingbei into his arms, and the burning red charcoal splashed towards Gu Jun's back again. Breathing is stagnant.

Fortunately, his little uncle's kung fu has not regressed, his reaction is still so fast, and his skills are still so neat, otherwise, the pot of charcoal fire fell on his little uncle's back, and his grandfather would be so distressed to death?

After taking the medicine, Gu Junzhu lay on his stomach on the bed.

Although the injury is not serious, if you lie down and press on the injured place, it will still hurt.

Qiao Zui looked at it with his own eyes, and it was true that the injury was not serious, so he was relieved, and turned to Ye Xingbei and said, "Little aunt, you and little uncle can rest, I'll go and tell Xiaomi, Xiaomi is very guilty, and thinks she shouldn't invite you Go to Situ's house as a guest."

"It's none of Xiaomi's business," Ye Xingbei said, "You try to persuade Xiaomi, it's an accident, it has nothing to do with her, let her not blame herself."

Qiao Zui agreed, turned and left.

After closing the door, Ye Xingbei crawled to Gu Junzhu's side and kissed him between the eyebrows, "Gu Yingxiong, Gu Yongshi, Gu Daxia, save me again!"

Gu Junzhu raised the corners of his lips, "Isn't it right? Mrs. Gu, Mrs. Gu, and Gu's mother."

Ye Xingbei laughed out loud, "What the hell is Gu Boyer?"

"Didn't people call them that in the past?" Gu Junzhu stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, "I heard people say that couples in the countryside used to call each other like this, 'Baby's father', 'Baby's mother'. "

Gu Junzhu smiled and kissed her, "So you are my 'baby and his mother'."

Ye Xingbei shook his head with a smile, "Gu Wuye, you are so down-to-earth, I admire you!"

Gu Junzhu rubbed her head and held her still cold hand, "Are you afraid? Hands are so cold?"

"Well," Ye Xingbei snuggled into his arms, "I'm scared to death...Gu Junzhu..."

She whispered his name.

"Huh?" Gu Jun looked down at her.

Ye Xingbei put his arms around his neck, and whispered: "Don't be so stupid in the future, just push me away, don't use your body to block... I'd rather get burned myself, I don't want you to be burned..."

She felt very ashamed when she said this, so she spoke in a low voice, still vague.

After she finished speaking, her ears and neck were all red.