You Are My Rare Passion

As she wished, she succeeded.

Now that she succeeded, wouldn't it be good for her to hide aside and live her happy and nourished life?

Why do you have to go to her eyes to stimulate her?

Her face was pale with anger, and her fingertips were trembling: "You have already got what you want, why are you showing off in front of my eyes? Get out, you are not welcome here!"

"You let me go?" Zhang Qianqian's face changed suddenly, "Gentle, why are you talking to me? I'm pregnant with your brother's son in my stomach, so be polite to me!"

"You're right, you're carrying my brother's son, not my ancestor, so there's no need for me to offer it to you!" Wen Rou said angrily, "Get out immediately! Get out!"

She was so angry that she coughed violently.

Zhang Qianqian stepped back a few steps, covering her mouth and nose, as if avoiding something dirty.

Ling Yue gave her a cold look, walked over, and patted Wen Rou on the back: "Teacher, do you need me to call the doctor?"

"No, no need..." Wen Rou's face was blood red, and tears came out of his eyes, "Xiang, Xiang Lingyue, why haven't you left yet?"

While patting her on the back, Ling Yue said calmly, "I'm here to tell the teacher that I have paid the teacher's hospitalization fee in full. I have asked the doctor. The teacher will be discharged after staying for a few more days. I paid the ten-day hospitalization fee for the teacher, so the teacher can live here with peace of mind and don't have to rush out of the hospital."

"You, you child..." Wen Rou coughed even worse, flushing anxiously: "What are you doing to help the teacher pay the hospitalization fee? The teacher doesn't need you to help the teacher pay the hospitalization fee, you should take it back quickly."

"No," Ling Yue said lightly, "It's just the ten-day hospitalization fee. To me, it's just the money for a pair of sneakers. It's just my brothers and I repaying the teacher for taking care of us during this time. We are Equivalent exchange, the teacher doesn't need to take it to heart."

Zhang Qianqian, who covered her mouth and nose in distaste and was about to leave at any time, nailed her footsteps in place.

Ten days of hospitalization?

A pair of sneakers?

The child who appeared out of nowhere said that the ten-day hospitalization fee was just the money for a pair of sneakers.

Whose child is this?

Why are you so rich?

Moreover, this child is very beautiful, with a cold and noble temperament, like a little prince who does not eat fireworks in the world, he is not a child of ordinary people at first glance.

Wen Nuan is a teacher in an aristocratic school. Is this kid a student in an aristocratic school?

Isn't he the child of a rich family?

How rich are you?

Is it the kind of money that is as rich as a country?

Zhang Qianqian looked at Ling Yue with a greedy gleam in her eyes, like a wild wolf seeing delicious meat.

When Rourou stopped coughing, she came over with a smile all over her face, "Rourou, who is this? Are you a student? Why haven't I heard you mention it? Your student is really sensible! The environment in the hospital is too bad, why don't you let him Come to our house as a guest? Let our parents help him cook some special dishes, thank him very much!"

Ling Yue looked at Zhang Qianqian who was coming closer and frowned: "Your smile is hypocritical and disgusting."

The smile on Zhang Qianqian's face suddenly froze.

"You go out, I don't want to see you!" Zhang Qianqian's face was full of greed, making Wen Rou extremely disgusted.

Back then, how could she, her brother, father, and mother be blind and think that Zhang Qianqian was a good girl?

When she saw rich people, she flattered her like a hungry wolf smelling meat.

How could she, such a greedy and hypocritical villain, allow her husband to provide for her frail, sickly, and worthless younger sister?