You Are My Rare Passion

Her son not only needs a mother, but also a father, friends of the same age, and a normal collective life.

After coming to Jiangcheng, her son lived the life a normal child should have.

Seeing that his son liked Ling Yue, Ye Xingbei fell in love with Wu Jiwu, and also fell in love with Ling Yue.

Seeing that Ling Yue also had a few scratches on his face, he immediately felt distressed.

She touched Ling Yue's head and asked pitifully, "Does it hurt? I'll go home with Auntie later, and Auntie will give you medicine."

After she finished speaking, she thought of something, and glanced around, "By the way, where are your parents?"

When someone's child was injured because of her son, she always wanted to say something to the parents to express her gratitude and apology.

Before Ling Yue could speak, the little guy said first: "Mom, Brother Xiaoyue's father is away from home all year round. Brother Xiaoyue is a stepmother. Brother Xiaoyue's stepmother doesn't take care of Brother Xiaoyue. Brother Xiaoyue goes home by himself. "

Ye Xingbei frowned.

Going home by yourself at such a young age?

Now that there are so many traffickers, what if such a beautiful child is abducted by traffickers?

Ye Xingbei frowned and looked down at Ling Yue.

She always knew that her son was a little doll, white and beautiful.

Standing next to her son, an ordinary child was immediately compared by her son, and paled by her son.

But this kid named Ling Yue won't.

Apart from her son, this was the most beautiful child she had ever seen.

The facial features are exquisite, the skin is snow-white, the eyes are dark, the bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are maple red, the eyelashes are slender and curled up, and the facial features are more beautiful and delicate than girls.

The only downside is that the child is too thin.

Her snow-white complexion was not her son's rosy and healthy whiteness, but a slightly sickly whiteness.

He was wearing a fat school uniform, which was very clean, but he was already thin, and his frail body was dangling in the fat school uniform, making him look even more bony.

The more Ye Xingbei looked at him, the more he felt pity for this child.

It is said that a child without a mother is like a grass.

Isn't this child like a malnourished grass?

She lovingly touched the top of Ling Yue's head, "What's your mother's phone number? I'll call your mother and tell her, you can stay at my house tonight, and tomorrow I'll send you to school with Xiaoshu."

The child's face was injured, and when he returned home, his stepmother didn't know if he would take care of it.

The child was injured because of her son. She had to take care of the child for a few days, and when the injury on the child's face healed, she would send the child home after making sure that there would be no scars.

Of course, the child's stepmother must agree.

Even if she is a stepmother, she has to be nodded before she can bring their children home.

"No need, Auntie," Ling Yue pursed his lips, "I can just go home by myself."

"Go, go!" The little guy grabbed Ling Yue's hand and shook it vigorously: "Brother Xiaoyue, my house is really beautiful! Go and see, go and see!"

The little guy looked up at Ling Yue, his bright eyes were full of excitement and anticipation.

No child has ever been a guest at his house!

His house is so big and beautiful.

His food is very delicious.

There are many, many delicious fruits and snacks in his house.

The book says that good friends should share with each other.

He wants to share it with Brother Xiaoyue!

"Yes, let's go," Ye Xingbei looked at Lin Yajing: "Ms. Lin, do you have Ling Yue's mother's phone number?"