You Are My Rare Passion

He was obviously calm, but Ye Xingbei felt unwilling and lonely.

She wanted to say something to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say.

Defending the country means to Gu Junzhu what music means to her.

If someone told her one day that she would no longer be able to play the piano, sing, write lyrics and compose music, she would definitely feel ashamed.

Life will not be difficult, but the originally colorful world will turn gray and white.

She sympathized with Gu Junzhu, but she couldn't do anything.

Suddenly, she thought of a question: "How old is your nephew?"

This guy is only in his twenties, and he has such a powerful nephew.

How old is his nephew?

Gu Jun returned to his senses, "Same age as me, birthday is two months younger than mine."

The corner of Ye Xingbei's mouth twitched: "Uh..."

Gu Junzhu said: "Two months is still young! He is younger than me!"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Only two months younger, she has become a nephew, and she is a generation shorter. She sympathizes with the special soldier king who has not met yet.

"That..." Ye Xingbei asked again: "Is it a nephew or a cousin?"

"My nephew," Gu Junzhu said, "My elder sister's family."

"Oh," Ye Xingbei nodded, "Okay."

There is nothing to say about my nephew.

Not to mention two months younger than Gu Junzhu, even if he is two months older, or even two years or twenty years older, as long as he is a nephew, he must obediently call Gu Junzhu uncle.

Gu Junzhu raised his eyebrows to look at her: "What's all right?"

Ye Xingbei: "...I just want to say, you are so senior!"

"You are polite," Gu Junzhu smiled lazily, "I let you follow suit, so don't be too grateful to me!"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

She doesn't want to be in this light, okay?

However, seeing that Gu Junzhu had returned to his usual lazy and undisciplined look, she was relieved that the depression and loneliness she had just now seemed to be her illusion.

She is still more used to this guy's sloppy and unserious appearance, and doesn't like to see his dignified and deep appearance.

She thought for a while: "When will he arrive? Does he live in our house?"

"When will I see his mood, there is no exact time," Gu Junzhu said, "He lives in our house, and my dad asked me to watch him."

Ye Xingbei asked: "Is it because you are afraid that he will not recover well, and let you watch him recover?"

Gu Junzhu hehe, "I am afraid that he will harm Jiangcheng's good girl."

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Is Gu Wuye sure that he is describing a retired special forces king?

She is used to this guy's sloppy speech, and automatically ignores those who feel unreliable, and directly asks the key point: "What do I need to prepare for him?"

"Don't worry about it, I've already told the housekeeper," Gu Junzhu paused, "He has to live in the main building...can you let him live on the third floor?"

He wasn't used to having people intruding on his personal space.

If it wasn't for his nephew, he really wanted to throw the servant's house too!

"Of course!" Ye Xingbei glanced at him strangely, thinking that he was asking nonsense.

My nephew can't live in the main building, so why let him live in the servant's building?

But... this guy didn't make his own decisions, he had a discussion with her, and she somehow felt a little sweet in her heart.

She and Gu Wuye... more and more like they are passing by.

This feeling...well, pretty good!

She still wanted to ask something, but suddenly she heard the little sapling calling them: "Mom and Dad, come quickly!"

Ye Xingbei was worried that the two children were in trouble, so he hurried back to the hospital bed and looked at them with concern: "What's wrong with the little tree?"