You Are My Rare Passion

The car galloped all the way, and half an hour later, it drove into the winding mountain road leading to the Gu family's villa.

When the car reached the gate of the villa, the car slowed down, and Yu Nuo turned to look at Ye Xingbei: "Young Madam, Wang Peiling is ahead."

When they came back, they took two cars.

Gu Junzhu, Chi Yu, and Chi Zhan took Gu Junzhu's car.

Ye Xingbei, Yue Ya'er, Chi Qing, and their three children took Ye Xingbei's car.

On the way back, Ye Xingbei sent Qi Wangze back to Qi's house.

Now, only she, Yue Ya'er, Chi Qing, Ling Yue, and Xiao Shumiao'er were left in the car.

Ye Xingbei glanced outside, then looked back at Yue Ya'er: "Ya'er, do you want to see him?"

"Don't see him!" Chi Qing immediately shook Yue Ya'er's uninjured arm: "Sister Ya'er, don't see him. I hate men who beat women the most. They are too tasteless and black all their lives!"

Yue Ya'er smiled, "It's okay, I'll see him and tell him not to come here in the future, if I don't see him, he always blocks the door like this, it's not good."

Yue Ya'er patted Chi Qing's hand comfortingly, opened the door and got out of the car.

When Wang Peiling saw Yue Ya'er, he greeted him excitedly: "Ya'er!"

Seeing Yue Ya'er's left arm being splinted, his body stiffened immediately, and he said bitterly, "I'm sorry...Ya'er, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it, or...or you Hit me a few times...I..."

"Forget it," Yue Ya'er interrupted him, "I know you didn't mean it, but the damage has already been done, and even if it's repaired, it won't be the same again, so I hope we can get together and break up together. Don't be too wide, please don't come to me again in the future, I beg you, okay?"

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Wang Peiling shook his head in pain, "Ya'er, I dare not ask you to forgive me, but now...now I have something to ask you..."

Wang Peiling lowered his head, not daring to look at Yue Ya'er at all.

He had never been so ashamed in his life.

His mother had just quarreled with Yue Ya'er.

He even hurt Yue Ya'er's hand.

But now, with a shy face, he begged Yue Ya'er to cure his mother's headache.

He really can't open his mouth.

However, thinking of his mother having a headache and feeling worse than death, he had no choice but to speak.

He gritted his teeth, summoned up courage, looked up at Yue Ya'er, and said, "Ya'er, I'm not here to ask you to get back together...Of course , I very much hope that you can get back together with me, but I know that you are still angry and it is not suitable to talk about things between us, so I am here this time... to ask you to go back and help my mother treat her illness... ..."

Yue Ya'er raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Help your mother treat her illness?"

"Yes," Wang Peiling nodded, "Grandpa Qi and my grandpa are good friends. Grandpa Qi recommended you to my grandpa. Grandpa Qi's migraine is similar to my mother's migraine. The symptoms are similar. Grandpa Qi said, since you can cure it His migraine can definitely cure my mother's migraine, so...so I ask you to treat my mother...she has a very bad migraine this time, she...she is really in pain... ..."

"So that's how it is." Yue Ya'er couldn't help laughing.

She lowered her head to look at her hand that was using the splint, with playful arcs on the corners of her lips: "Wang Peiling, look at me like this, is there a way to treat your mother?"