You Are My Rare Passion

"As long as the Xiang family is mine, I can give it to whoever I want!" Mr. Xiang said lightly, "The law stipulates that I only have eighteen years to support you. The law does not stipulate that I will support you until I die!"

After speaking, he stopped looking at Xiang Baolian, took Ling Yue's hand, turned around and walked out the door: "Xiao Yue, let's go home."

"Grandpa, don't you even want me and Miaomiao?" Ji Haomiao, who had been standing in the distance, finally couldn't help it, and ran to Mr. Xiang.

He looked at Mr. Xiang with red eyes and asked, "Grandpa, Xiang Lingyue is your grandson, and I am also your grandson. Why don't you even give me a tenth of the love you have for Xiang Lingyue!"

Mr. Xiang looked back at him: "Because I only have the obligation to raise my children to be eighteen years old, and it is your parents' obligation to raise you."

"Then what about him!" Ji Haomiao pointed at Ling Yue angrily, "What's wrong with him?"

"I didn't raise his mother," Mr. Xiang said, "his grandmother died because of me, and also because I insisted on letting his grandmother go to the disaster relief. His grandmother gave birth to his mother in a messy disaster relief site, so that the villain had something to take advantage of." I will take his mother away, I owe his grandmother, his mother, and him, I will bring him up, and I will make up for everything I owe him!"

Ji Haomiao's heart was extremely unbalanced, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't find any words to refute.

Ji Yanmiao also ran over, crying and grabbing Old Master Xiang's hand: "Grandpa, don't you want Miaomiao, Miaomiao is the most filial to grandpa, grandpa..."

Mr. Xiang shook off her hand and gestured to the guard.

The guards came over immediately and separated them.

Old Master Xiang took Ling Yue's hand, turned and left.

No matter how much Ji Yanmiao and Ji Haomiao cried and shouted behind him, he didn't look back.

In this world, since there is a love house and a bird, there is also a hate house and a bird.

He hated Wang Qiulan, so he also hated her daughter, and her daughter's sons and daughters.

When there was no Ling Yue before, he still had a bit of love for Ji Haomiao and the others.

But when he found Ling Yue, none of Ji Haomiao was happy for him, they all looked like they wished Ling Yue would die sooner.

Gradually, he became frustrated with these grandsons and granddaughters.

He knew that he had failed in this life.

From the moment he succumbed to Wang Qiulan's father and decided to marry Wang Qiulan, he was doomed to tragedy for the rest of his life.

The only thing that made him gratified was that God took pity on him and returned Ling Yue to him.

Otherwise, he really doesn't know what the meaning of his life is.

Full of exhaustion, he held Ling Yue's hand and discussed: "Let Xiao Yue sit in my car? Let Xiao Yue sleep with me tonight."

"No!" Xiaoshu Miao'er immediately widened her eyes vigilantly, "Grandpa Xiang, you must keep your word! You promised Xiaoshu today, Brother Xiaoyue belongs to Xiaoshu, and Grandpa Xiang cannot compete with Xiaoshu. Brother Xiaoyue!"

"I didn't compete with you," Mr. Xiang smiled lovingly, bent over and gently touched his tender face, "Grandpa Xiang is in a bad mood today, let brother Xiaoyue sleep with Grandpa Xiang for a night, tomorrow night, Grandpa Xiang will return your Brother Xiaoyue to you, okay?"

The little tree seedling looked at Ling Yue, very confused.

Ling Yue said softly: "Xiaoshu, it's only for one night, brother Xiaoyue promises that brother Xiaoyue will definitely sleep with you tomorrow night!"