You Are My Rare Passion

Ye Xingbei's Love Tonic Soup is very popular.

Two men, one big and one small, like a competition, the big one drank a big bowl, the young one drank a small bowl, each drank three bowls.

The little guy's belly was bulging after drinking, leaning against Gu Junzhu's arms, touching his own belly, "Mom is so good, it's delicious, I'll drink it tomorrow!"

What Ye Xingbei cooked was Bazhen Mushroom Soup. The soup is full of nourishing good things. He likes to drink it. Ye Xingbei couldn't ask for it. He smiled and agreed: "Okay, I'll make it for Xiaoshu tomorrow."

Gu Junzhu rubbed the little guy's head, looking at her with burning eyes.

Ye Xingbei: "...Uh, I'll make it for you tomorrow too."

Satisfied, Gu Junzhu hooked the corners of his lips, lowered his head to lift off the little guy's little clothes, and knocked on the little guy's belly: "I knock, is the watermelon ripe? You can cut it when it's ripe!"

The little guy covered his belly and laughed, "It's not ripe, let me see if Dad's is ripe!"

The little guy turned over, rode on Gu Junzhu's body, lifted Gu Junzhu's shirt, and saw the beautiful eight-pack abs.

"Wow!" The little guy stared, "Abs! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! Eight pack abs! Daddy is amazing!"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

What I heard the most these two days was my son's exclamation: Dad is the best.

Fortunately, her second brother is not here at the moment, otherwise she would hold her little heart and complain that his precious nephew had a father and forgot his uncle.

That day in the cafeteria, her second brother almost had a heart attack when he heard the phrase "Daddy is the best".

The little guy stretched out his small hand in amazement, touched each of the eight-pack abs, and then called Ye Xingbei: "Mom, come quickly, dad is so powerful, he has eight-pack abs!"

The little guy had a proud face, as if he was the one with the eight pack abs.

He was eager to show off, share his pride with others, and waved at Ye Xingbei anxiously, telling Ye Xingbei to hurry over.

Ye Xingbei couldn't bear to spoil his interest, so he had to walk over.

She glanced at Gu Junzhu's eight-pack abs.

She blushed a little, she was embarrassed to look again after one glance, looked away, and praised perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, Dad is amazing!"

"Mom!" The little guy grabbed Ye Xingbei's hand.

Gu Junzhu: "..."

Ye Xingbei: "..."

The little guy still couldn't get enough of it, he insisted on grabbing Ye Xingbei's hands and touching them one by one, in order to show off thoroughly and let his mother know how powerful his father is.

Ye Xingbei struggled a few times, but he didn't break free. After all, he couldn't bear to let his son be disappointed, so he could only cooperate.

"..." Ye Xingbei's face turned red like a boiled shrimp, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to get in.

Gu Junzhu coughed, sat up straight, and pulled a pillow with a calm face.