You Are My Rare Passion

Ye Xingbei: "Uh... yes, yes... this..."

Gu Junzhu stretched out his hand to hug the little tree seedling into his arms, and pinched the tip of his nose, "You are too young, and eating too much sugar will cause tooth decay. When you grow up to be as big as your mother, your father will give you a candy factory, and you will live in it." , Eat as much as you want."

The crying little sapling came back to life in an instant, and his eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course it's true," Gu Jun pinched his little cheek, "When did Dad ever lie to you?"

"No, no!" Little Shu Miao'er shook her little head vigorously, put her arms around Gu Junzhu's neck, and kissed Gu Junzhu's face forcefully, "Daddy is the best, and Daddy never lies!"

Ye Xingbei looked at her precious son sympathetically.

Silly child, you will never grow up to be as old as your mother in this lifetime.

Gu Wuye's text trap.

Tut tut!

It's shameful to actually deceive a five-year-old child!

The little tree seedling didn't feel that he was cheated at all, and happily handed his masterpiece to Gu Junzhu: "Father, father, look, this is a gift from me in return, and it is not rude to come and go, little The sapling is a good boy with good manners!"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

What is this painting?

What a crime! ! !

The little tree seedling happily pulled her to admire, "Mom, look, this woman is mother, this man is father, father and mother are dancing together, mother, do you think my painting is good?"

Unable to bear to hit his precious son, Ye Xingbei nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, great!"

When she said the last three words, she glanced at Gu Junyi, and the three words were bitten out viciously between her teeth.

Gu Junzhu knew why Ye Xingbei was glaring at him, he struggled to suppress a smile, and shrugged his suppressed shoulders.

Little Shu Miao'er was immersed in his own joy, and didn't notice anything wrong with his own parents, but Ling Yue felt that there was something wrong with the expressions of his master and his mother.

Although he was only an eight-year-old child, he matured much earlier than his peers. His master and mother were all wearing pajamas. He felt that he was not suitable to stay here, so he took the little tree by the hand and said, "Little tree, I want to go Looking for Uncle Yanbing, Brother Xiaochi said, Uncle Yanbing is very good at fighting, he can knock down the enemy with one move, I want to go and see, Xiaoshu, would you like to go?"

Duan Yanbing had just gone to Fang's house, and her terrifying fighting power had conquered a group of Gu's bodyguards with extraordinary fighting power.

"Yeah, Xiaoshu is going too!" Xiaoshu Miaoer gave the painting to Gu Junzhu, and achieved her goal. She kissed each of Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei's faces, and then blew a kiss to them. Happily leaving with Ling Yue.

Ye Xingbei locked the door, rushed back to Gu Junzhu's side, and reached out to grab the painting: "Hurry up, hurry up, tear it up!"

With a movement of his arm, Gu Junzhu took the painting far away from Ye Xingbei's reach, and scolded: "Student Ye Xiaobei, how could you do this? This is my son's love for me, and you want to tear it up?" Drop! In case my son asks me where I put the painting he gave me on a whim in the future, do I have to say tear it up? How sad will the little sapling be?"

He glanced at the painting in his hand, and said with a smile, "Not only can't tear it, but I will frame it in a photo frame when I get home, and hang it directly opposite our bedside, so I can appreciate it every day."