You Are My Rare Passion

Mr. Xie looked at Xie Yumo's gauze-wrapped face, sighed silently, and said slowly, "Second girl, don't be too sad. Grandpa has told you many times before that a good-looking face is nothing but a beautiful heart." That's the most important thing! A little scar on your face is not a big deal. In the future, you should study hard and learn some real skills. When you grow up, you will have talent and ability. Even if you are not beautiful, you will be attractive and attractive. Respectable woman!"

"No...no..." Xie Yumo shook her head desperately, "I don't want talent, I don't want ability, I want my original face! Grandpa, save me, save me! I don't want to be disfigured, I don't want to be ugly!"

What talent and ability are more important than face?

Who wouldn't say such nonsense?

But as long as you are not a fool, no one knows that beauty is the most important thing.

Beauty is justice.

Long and beautiful people are always easy to forgive.

Words like this abound.

She is beautiful, so she can only participate in the school beauty selection at school, and only then have so many boys willing to hang around her.

If she becomes ugly, her classmates will laugh at her. How can she participate in the school beauty selection in the future?

In the future, there will be no more male classmates going around and courting her.

Those ugly girls in the class, not to mention that men don't like to talk to them, even girls don't want to play with them.

If she gets a scar on her face, she will become the ugliest person in the class, and no boy will like her anymore!

Just thinking about those days makes her life worse than death.

Xie Motong took out a few tissues, shed tears silently, helped her wipe the tears off her face, choked up and said: "Momo, don't cry, grandpa will try his best to help you find a way!"

"I don't want you to be hypocritical!" Xie Yumo broke out suddenly, pushed Xie Motong violently, rushed forward again, scratched her face fiercely, and stared at Xie Motong, as if staring at her. Killing father and enemy: "I don't want you to pretend to be a good person! It's you! It's you who killed me! You said I was only thirteen years old, and I didn't have to pay for killing people, so I would push Ye Xingbei! If it wasn't for you, I would It's you! It's all you! Xie Motong, I hate you! I hate you!"

Several blood marks were scratched on Xie Motong's face, Qin Huilan was so frightened that she hurried forward to check.

She only has two daughters, and she still hopes that her daughter can find a good son-in-law in the future, so that she can rise with the tide and enjoy the happiness of life.

Now, the disfigurement of the youngest daughter's face is an irreversible fact.

If the younger daughter scratches the elder daughter's face again, who can she rely on in the future?

Fortunately, Xie Yumo had an injury on his leg, which made it difficult for him to move. Xie Motong hid in time, but only scratched a few shallow marks, which should not leave a scar.

She was angry and anxious, and slapped Xie Yumo back: "Are you crazy? Can your sister's face be touched casually?"

"You hit me? You hit me?" Xie Yumo covered her face, her face was full of tears, and stared at Qin Huilan fiercely: "I know, only Xie Motong is your own! I just picked it up! So you just Let Xie Motong encourage me to kill Ye Xingbei! Kill Ye Xingbei, you can go home! You..."

"Shut up!" Qin Huilan slapped Xie Yumo's face again, and her eyes turned black in anger.

How did she give birth to such a fool?

Mr. Xie is still here, can you talk nonsense like this?