You Are My Rare Passion

Gu Junzhu's heart ached, and he couldn't stop kissing and coaxing him.

He is actually a spoiled and arrogant young master with a particularly bad temper. When he was training soldiers back then, he had no patience with his soldiers, and kicked them whenever he disagreed with them.

But for the little guy in his arms, he only felt that he was crying because he was distressed, and he was not upset at all.

Ye Xingbei couldn't see her son crying the most. When her son cried, she wanted to cry too.

Gu Junzhu hugged the little sapling and refused to let go, so she had to pat the little sapling on the back and coax him non-stop.

Seeing the little sapling crying sadly, Ling Yue was in a hurry. The child who couldn't speak a few words a day was forced to become a chatterbox, and kept comforting the little sapling.

After finally waiting for the little tree Miaoer to cry less, Gu Junzhu left the western restaurant with him in his arms and got into the car.

In the car, the little tree seedling was tired from crying, and fell asleep with his arms around his neck.

Ye Xingbei asked Gu Junzhu: "Are you tired? Let me hug you for a while."

His health is better, but he is still very weak, his face is still sickly pale, Ye Xingbei is afraid that he will fall ill again, so he is very worried.

Gu Junzhu patted the little sapling's back lightly, shook his head, and said softly, "It's okay, I'm not tired."

When the car drove into Qiao's villa, Gu Junzhu carried the little sapling directly into his and Ye Xingbei's bedroom.

Since Ling Yue came to the house, Xiao Shu Miao'er has been sleeping with Ling Yue, but he cried like this today, Gu Junzhu is really worried about letting the two children sleep together again.

The little sapling didn't wake up until the afternoon.

After eating something, Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei took him and Ling Yue to the back mountain for a walk, in case he slept too much during the day and couldn't sleep at night.

The little guy stopped talking about Feng Yi, but he was not as lively as before, looking sickly, like a wilted young tree.

Ye Xingbei didn't dare to mention Feng Yi again, for fear of bringing up his sadness again, so he just tried his best to make him happy by saying some interesting things.

In the evening, the little guy ate something, took a bath, and fell asleep early again.

Children forget things very quickly, like a goldfish, they can remember in seven seconds, and usually forget about any unhappy things after crying.

The little tree seedling was also like this before, maybe she was crying sadly one second, and maybe burst into laughter the next second.

Ye Xingbei had raised him for more than five years, and it was the first time he saw him depressed for such a long time.

Seeing him listless, Ye Xingbei felt very uneasy, always feeling that something was going to happen.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, she woke up in a daze, and when she habitually touched the young sapling, what she felt in her palm was hot.

She shivered in fright, woke up suddenly, sat up abruptly, and turned on the wall lamp.

Gu Junzhu also woke up, sat up, and his first reaction was to look at the little tree seedling, "What's wrong?"

"I have a fever." Ye Xingbei took out the thermometer and tested the temperature of the little guy.

Forty degrees.

It was a little higher than Gu Junzhu's highest temperature when he had a high fever.

Gu Junzhu immediately pressed the inside line and asked Qiao's family doctor to come over.

Ye Xingbei's hand holding the thermometer trembled a little, and he said with self-blame, "I just thought something was wrong with him. I'll just watch him. I didn't realize until the temperature was so high..."

"It's okay," Gu Junzhu comforted her: "It's normal for a child to have a fever of 40 degrees. How can you stay up all night and watch him?"

That's what he said, but looking at the little guy's flushed face, his heart hurts as if someone had pinched him, and he blamed himself very much.