You Are My Rare Passion

He no longer extravagantly hoped that these two sons would be successful, he only hoped that when he was alive, he would see Xiaoxue find a reliable man to marry.

When Xiaoxue finds a husband she can rely on for life, he can close his eyes even if he dies.

Yan Lao Er and Yan Lao San were indignant, but they still counted on the old man to live for a few more years, and they enjoyed the old man's honor for a few years.

As long as the old man is still alive, they won't be too miserable.

Without Yan Jingxue's money, if the old man dies again, they will really become paupers.

After lunch, the old man wanted to take a lunch break, Ye Xingbei took the little guy and Ling Yue said goodbye.

Yan Jingxue sent Ye Xingbei out of the door.

Ye Xingbei hugged her, "Xiaoxue, don't be sad, you still have Grandpa Yan and me, we will be with you."

People who were supposed to be relatives turned into life-threatening ghosts, no matter how harsh Yan Jingxue said, she must feel uncomfortable.

Yan Jingxue smiled indifferently, "I'm fine, I don't treat them as a family long ago, so I won't be sad for them, they can't get my money, they are poor and angry, I am going to die of joy now, I won't be sad!"

"Good boy," Ye Xingbei patted her lightly with a smile, "Then I'm leaving."

"Yeah!" Yan Jingxue nodded and waved her hand, "Contact again!

After waving goodbye to Yan Jingxue, Ye Xingbei took the two little guys into the car.

The car drove towards Xie's villa.

The little guy was sitting in the back seat, he didn't know what he saw through the car window, and suddenly shouted: "Stop, Brother Xue Nuo, stop!"

Snow quickly slowed down and pulled over.

Ye Xingbei asked his son, "Xiao Shu, what's wrong?"

The little sapling took Ye Xingbei's hand, opened the door and got out of the car, and ran towards a shop by the side of the road.

Running to the kitchen window of a store, the little guy pointed to a piggy bank with a big pig on his back in the window: "Look, mom, little pig and little pig!"

He looked up at Ye Xingbei happily with his small face: "Mom, can you buy me this piggy bank? I want to go to Dad's company to find Dad and give this piggy bank to Dad!"

He held Ye Xingbei with one small hand, and tapped the piggy bank through the window with the other: "Look, Mom, the big pig underneath is Dad, and the little pig on the big pig's back is Little Tree. Shu gave the piggy bank to Dad, Dad must like it!"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Son, believe me, "your dad" will definitely not like it!

Seeing that Ye Xingbei didn't speak, the little sapling grabbed Ye Xingbei's hand, shaking it coquettishly: "Mom, buy it! Is it okay? Xiaoshu pays for it herself. Mom will buy it for Xiaoshu first, and Xiaoshu will take the money when I go home." Give it back to mom."

Ye Xingbei saved the little guy's lucky money every year.

The little guy never spends money recklessly, Ye Xinglan's brothers and Ye Xinglan's parents are all generous, and give the little guy a lot of lucky money every year.

After saving for five years, the little guy is now a little rich boy!

As long as the little guy acted like a baby, Ye Xingbei would definitely be instantly killed, his heart was so soft that he wished Xing Xing could pick one for him.

This time was no exception, Ye Xingbei nodded without hesitation for a few seconds, and said to Ling Yue, "Xiao Yue, you can choose one too."

There are many piggy banks in the window, including small animals and other shapes, in various shapes, each of which is very beautiful.

"Yes, yes!" The little guy nodded his head excitedly, looked at Ling Yue with big shiny eyes and said, "Brother Xiaoyue, I want to give you one too. You choose one, and Xiaoshu will give it to you!"