You Are My Rare Passion

Ye Wuwei's face was pale, and he looked at Gu Junzhu in shock, his eyes full of disbelief: "You, what did you say?"

Gu Junzhu loosened his collar, took out a recorder, pressed the play button, threw it on the coffee table, looked at him coldly, eyes full of contempt.

The recorder contains the secret of Ye Xingbei's life experience, and Jiang Lin's monologue before his death.

The Ye family's entangled grievances and resentments, one after another, are clearly and clearly followed by the narration one after another.

The playback stopped, and Ye Wuwei's expression turned pale.

Ye Zhitong supported his arm worriedly, and asked nervously, "Wuwei, what do you think? Housekeeper, hurry up and call Dr. Li!"

Ye Wuwei's chest twitched, his throat was fishy and sweet.

He rolled his eyes with difficulty, and looked at Ye Xinglan: "Beibei...is your uncle's daughter?"

Now, how could Ye Xinglan deny it?

With red eyes, he nodded.

"You...you..." Ye Wuwei swayed angrily and sat down on the sofa.

Ye Zhitong lost his composure and nobility on his face, and he stroked his back in a panic, with tears in his eyes: "Brother Wei, don't be angry, don't be angry..."

"You...you bastard!" Ye Wuwei grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it at Ye Xinglan viciously.

Ye Xinglan didn't dare to hide.

The teacup hit him on the head, blood dripped down immediately.

He knelt down with a "plop", his voice trembling: "I'm sorry..."

He didn't know how things had come to this.

Obviously he was ready to tell his father everything.

He had even made an agreement with Ye Xingbei that in just these two days, he would take Ye Xingbei home and tell his father everything.

Just a little bit.

It was only a little bit away, and his father would know the truth about Ye Xingbei's life experience.

Ye Xingbei will not disappear.

"You...you..." Ye Wuwei pointed at Ye Xinglan, and wanted to say something, but spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

"Brother!" Ye Zhitong screamed in horror, the hand supporting Ye Wuwei trembled violently, his expression pale, "Housekeeper, is Dr. Li here yet?"

"Come here!" The middle-aged doctor ran in with a medicine box on his back, and quickly gave Ye Wuwei first aid.

Ye Wuwei grasped Ye Zhitong's wrist tightly, his fingertips turned white, and he was as angry as gossamer: "Quick... call Wu Qizhen and ask her to send Beibei back...quick..."

Gu Junzhu sneered, "Didn't you say that you don't know where Beibei went? How do you know now?"

Ye Xinglan looked up at him sharply: "Fifth brother, have you found Beibei already?"

If Gu Junzhu hadn't found Beibei yet, when he heard his father's words, he would definitely go to the teacher's house to ask for someone instead of standing here and mocking his father.

Gu Junzhu looked at him coldly: "What if I get it back, so what if I don't get it back? Is it related to you? Even if Ye Xiaobei is not Jiang Zhengwei's daughter, but Jiang Zhengxing's daughter, what qualifications do you have?" Send her to the master's house?"

"Even if Ye Xiaobei is Jiang Zhengxing's daughter, it is Jiang Zhengxing who owes you, not Ye Xiaobei. If you don't go to the creditor to collect the debt, you will only bully a lonely person who was driven out of the house by Jiang Zhengxing. Ye Xiaobei!"

Gu Junzhu sneered, "I know, pick the soft persimmons, you just want to bully Ye Xiaobei, right? But let me tell you, your wishful thinking was wrong this time, and now Ye Xiaobei belongs to me, Gu Junzhu." Wife, she is no longer a soft persimmon, I will break the hand of anyone who pinches her, and you all wait for me!"