You Are My Rare Passion

He looked at the two children for a while, and the more he looked at them, the more he liked them, and he waved to the two children: "Come on, come here, come to grandpa, let grandpa take a good look."

The little sapling turned its head to look at Gu Junzhu.

Ling Yue's small mouth was tightly pursed, and he remained motionless.

Gu Junzhu nodded at the little sapling.

Xie Yunlin put the sapling down from his arms.

The little sapling held Ling Yue's hand, and they walked up to Mr. Xiang together.

The two children are both very good looking, with white skin, exquisite facial features, big black eyes that are watery and full of aura, and they can't pick out a single flaw.

The more Mr. Xiang looked at it, the more he liked it. He touched the big one, then the small one, and raised his eyes to look at Gu Junzhu: "The young one is your son?"

Gu Jun nodded: "Yes."

"Okay!" Mr. Xiang nodded with a smile, "Your father is very lucky. He has a good son, and now he has a good grandson."

Mr. Xiang and Mr. Gu had a close relationship. As one of the few people who knew the truth, he knew the origin of Ye Xingbei and this child, but he had no prejudice.

He knew that the child thought he was Gu Junzhu's biological son.

This child is so clever, it is said that he is a young genius with a super IQ, and when he grows up, he must be a talent.

When Gu Junzhu has a child of his own, this child will definitely be a good brother. For that child, there will only be benefits and no disadvantages.

He touched the little sapling's face enviously, and lamented Gu Lao's good luck again.

He looked at Ling Yue again, "Where's this kid?"

"This is my son's classmate," Gu Junzhu introduced, "His name is Ling Yue. Xiaoshu was bullied by his classmates once. Fortunately, he helped him out and he is also a good boy."

Old Master Xiang smiled, touched Ling Yue's face, and said cheerfully, "At such a young age, you will see injustices, so draw your sword to help. What I just said is right, this is a good seedling."

Compared with the soft and sticky saplings, Ling Yue was more to his appetite.

His son, Xiang Jiechao, has a very weak personality and has no independent opinions in doing things, so he can't accomplish anything in middle age.

Ling Yue looked to be only six or seven years old, and he possessed such a vigor that a middle-aged man like Xiang Jiechao, who was in his decades, didn't have it.

He admired Ling Yue's fierce wolf cub aura.

If this child is smart, and someone takes good care of him, his future will be limitless.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this child hit it off.

He suddenly discovered that the child's eyes were very similar to his deceased wife's. The corners of the eyes were slightly raised, which is commonly known as "peach blossom eyes".

Some people say that people with "peach blossom eyes" are prone to peach blossoms.

People with "peach blossom eyes", no matter men or women, tend to give people a charming feeling, but his wife is a very chaste and gentle woman.

The temperament of this child is also very similar to that of his wife.

His wife is quiet, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

This child is cold, and his heart is heavy at a young age. His eyes are crystal clear, and he seems to understand everything and understand everything.

He liked it more and more, patted Ling Yue's head, raised his head and asked Gu Junzhu: "Who else is in this child's family?"

Gu Jun pondered for a while before saying: "This child's father is busy with work, and his mother died young. Now he has a stepmother, a stepbrother, and a stepsister."

People who can have the achievements of Mr. Xiang today are the smartest people in the world.

Gu Jun said a few words, and Mr. Xiang guessed that the child's life at home is not very easy.