You Are My Rare Passion

The little guy snuggled into her arms clingingly, with his little arms around her waist, "I'm worried about mom, and I don't want to go to school."

He looked up at Ye Xingbei: "Mom, don't be angry, Xiaoshu won't go to school, but he can still get the first place in the exam! From now on, he will always be the first in the exam. If he fails to be the first, mom will spank his ass!"

His eyes were clean and clear, full of apprehension and attachment.

Ye Xingbei was in a mess with a soft heart, rubbed his head, and said with a smile: "Mom is not angry! Xiaoshu is only five years old, and he entered the third grade too early. They are all unreliable little uncles. Otherwise, we Xiaoshu should be in kindergarten now, it doesn’t matter if we can’t get the first place in the exam, if we can’t keep up with our studies, we will resume classes next year, Xiaoshu is still young, and we have plenty of time.”

"No, Xiaoshu likes to be in the third grade!" The little guy shook his head and hugged Ye Xingbei tightly, "Xiaoshu not only wants to be in the third grade, but also skips grades in the future! Xiaoshu wants to graduate from university very early. Find a job, earn a lot of money, and let my mother enjoy it."

"Ghost, who taught you this?" Ye Xingbei was amused by him, and scratched his little nose: "Going to school is also a kind of enjoyment. Mom doesn't need Xiaoshu to make money. Mom wants Xiaoshu to be like someone else's family. Just like our children, step by step, down-to-earth, safe and sound, grow up safely and happily."

The little guy attached his little face to Ye Xingbei's arms, and rubbed it lightly: "As long as mom stays with Xiaoshu, Xiaoshu will be very, very happy!"

Ye Xingbei hugged his son tightly, lowered his head and kissed the top of his son's head.

Although her son didn't say anything, Ye Xingbei could tell that her son was terrified last night.

At that time, Xie Jinfei pressed her to kneel on the ground. She didn't see when the little guy came in.

Did you see Xiang Bingzi holding a dagger and slashing at her viciously?

If the little guy sees it, I don't know if it will leave him with a psychological shadow.

It is said that Xiaoshu is smart, but no matter how smart he is, he is only a five-year-old child.

The minds of children are always very fragile.

Ye Xingbei didn't dare to ask, for fear that if the child didn't see it, she would make the child even more scared if she asked.

She could only secretly make up her mind to spend more time with her son, coax her son, and forget what happened last night as soon as possible.

The door of the room was gently pushed open, the little guy twisted his body to look over, his big misty eyes lit up immediately, and his originally limp little voice suddenly became crisp: "Dad!"

Gu Jun came in with a smile, first rubbed the little guy's head, and then looked at Ye Xingbei: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Ye Xingbei nodded a little embarrassedly, turned his face to the side, trying not to let Gu Junzhu see it.

Although she had just woken up and hadn't had time to look in the mirror, she could also imagine that the bruises on her face must not have faded after just one night.

Now that the sky is bright, I can see everything very carefully.

She must be very ugly right now!

Gu Junzhu looked at her embarrassed little face and smiled, rubbed the little guy's head, "Get up and wash up when you wake up, and accompany our son downstairs for dinner."

Ye Xingbei was surprised and looked at his son: "Xiao Shu, you haven't had breakfast yet?"

When she woke up, she saw her son sitting neatly beside her reading a book. She thought the little guy was full.

Gu Junzhu patted the little guy on the head, "I don't want to eat anything by myself, I must wait for you to wake up, and eat with you."