You Are My Rare Passion

After two or three minutes, the lights came back on.

Gu Junzhu didn't speak, and Ye Xingbei also held back his silence.

The little sapling hugged Gu Junzhu's neck, also obediently, without making a sound.

After a few more minutes, the lights went out again.

Ye Xingbei's heart seemed to be beating a drum, up and down.

What the hell is this messing about?

When the light came on again, Gu Junzhu finally said, "It's fine."

Holding the young sapling in his arms, he opened the door of the compartment and walked outside.

In the room outside, wearing Gu Junzhu's clothes, Gu Chi, who was lying on the table, stood up and saluted the two: "Young Master, Young Madam."

Ye Xingbei looked at Gu Junzhu, then at Gu Chi, with a question mark on his face: "What are you doing?"

"Follow the plan!" Gu Junzhu smiled and walked out holding the young sapling: "Go, I'll take you to a good show."

"Okay, okay!" The little tree seedling's excited eyes lit up, and he slapped the little one straight.

Ye Xingbei followed the two in a daze, got into the car and left.

The car raced along.

Ye Xingbei looked familiar at the road in front of him: "We've been here before... This is the road leading to Ye Weikang's suburban villa, right?"

"Well," Gu Junzhu said: "The occupancy rate here is extremely low and the population is sparsely populated. It's the best place to do bad things."

Ye Xingbei asked: "When the power went out, what happened?"

Gu Junzhu intentionally showed an unpredictable smile, "Guess."

Ye Xingbei gave him a twist, and coquettishly said, "I still need to ask you if I can figure it out?"

Gu Junzhu pinched her face, "Baby, are you willing to admit that there is a huge gap in IQ between the two of us?"

Ye Xingbei snorted, raised his chin arrogantly, "I'm a normal person, so naturally I can't compare with your heart like a briquette!"

The little sapling was puzzled and blinked his eyes wide: "Mom, what is a briquette heart?"

Ye Xingbei frowned: "This..."

Why don't you speak ill of his father in front of your son?

It is easy to destroy the upright and majestic image of a father in his son's mind.

Seeing that Ye Xingbei remained silent for a long time, the little sapling looked at Ling Yue for help: "Brother Xiaoyue?"

Ling Yue pursed his lips, took out his phone, and found a picture of briquettes: "Little tree, look, that's what coal briquettes look like. They're pitch black, and they have many eyes."

The little sapling stared at the picture on the mobile phone for a while, suddenly realized, and slapped the little one fiercely: "I know! Mom said that Dad's heart and eyes are as many as briquettes, black and many!"

"..." Ye Xingbei covered his face.

Gu Junzhu coughed, and was about to say something to restore his image in his son's mind, when a car overtook them from behind and the window dropped.

Ye Xingbei snorted, and pushed down the car window, "Brother Xingchen?"

"Hi, Beibei," Yu Xingchen greeted Ye Xingbei with a smile, "We meet again."

"Uncle Xingchen!" The little sapling poked its head out and greeted Yu Xingchen excitedly.

Yu Xingchen smiled brighter: "Little tree seedling, long time no see, baby!"

"Long time no see, Uncle Xingchen!" In the middle of the night, he suddenly met an acquaintance on the road, and the little tree seedling was so excited that he blew a kiss to Yu Xingchen enthusiastically.

Yu Xingchen was overjoyed: "Oh, my big baby, what does your mother feed you every day? Why are you countless times cuter than before!"