You Are My Rare Passion

Many wealthy and noble families, even among direct brothers, have a lot of speculation and guard against each other.

But he never suspected Ye Xingli, he trusted him as if he trusted himself.

Because he knew that although his younger brother was a little loose, he was clean, sincere, and kind, and he would be able to rest assured that no matter when and where.

In this regard, he is not as good as his brother.

"I'm not as capable as you!" Ye Xingli grabbed his other arm, wrapped it around his neck, and supported him, "Brother, because of you, I can live freely, do whatever I want, No one is perfect, you do have imperfections, but no matter how imperfect you are, you are also my brother, and I support you!"

Ye Xinglan laughed, "Silly boy!"

If he could be a little bit "stupid" like Ye Xingli, with a clean mind, no anger, no calculations, no indecision, no indecision, his parents would not be lying in the hospital bed at this moment.

It's all his fault.

Dozens of whips are light.

If Beibei is still not relieved, he can fight again at any time after his injury heals.

You can call whenever you want.

He owes Beibei.

He is willing to pay back.

Otherwise, the rest of my life will be difficult.

Ye Xingli helped Ye Xinglan into the car, and the car drove out of the villa.

After driving two to three hundred meters, suddenly a person jumped out from the side of the road and rushed to the front of the car.

Zhenyuan, who was driving, braked quickly.

Ye Xinglan swayed, the wound vibrated, his face was as white as paper from the pain, and he almost fainted.

Ye Xingli supported him, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"Second Young Master," Zhen Yuan replied, "it's Miss Sissy, she broke out suddenly and blocked our car."

Ye Xingli looked over with his probe.

Shi Qianling opened her arms and stood in front of their car, with a look of death on her face.

Ye Xingli frowned and said, "I'll get rid of her."

"No need," Ye Xinglan held him down, "I'll go by myself."

Ye Xingli frowned even tighter: "Your injury..."

"It's okay, I can hold on." Ye Xinglan ignored the opposition, opened the door and got out of the car.

He walked slowly in front of Shi Qianling, every step he took was like walking on the tip of a knife, sweating profusely from the pain.

Seeing that his face was as pale as snow and his body was crumbling, Shi Qianling asked in shock: "Brother Lan, what's wrong with you?"

"No matter what happens to me, it has nothing to do with you." Ye Xinglan looked at her coldly, "If you want to die, please stay away from me and don't block my way. I am anxious to visit Beibei."

With tears in her eyes, Shi Qianling touched her gauze-covered cheek: "Brother Lan, I'm hurt."

Ye Xinglan frowned, turned around and left.

"Alan!" Shi Qianling stepped forward quickly, grabbed his sleeve, knelt down at his feet with a "plop", and burst into tears: "Brother Lan, please, help me! The behind-the-scenes boss who sent me to the underground brothel, brother Lan, please help me, I am your girlfriend after all, if my dad sends me to be spoiled by that old man, where will your face be? put?"

Ye Xinglan looked back at her unexpectedly.

He didn't expect that Shi Maotong was so ruthless that he was willing to send his own daughter to such a place.

brothel...

If Gu Wuye hadn't been able to rescue Ye Xingbei in time, Ye Xingbei would definitely have died there.

If Ye Xingbei really died, Gu Junzhu would definitely not let their family go.

Even he didn't have to do anything, as long as he told his father the truth, his father would wipe his neck with a knife.