You Are My Rare Passion

He thought of the child Ling Yue who resembled his dead wife, and asked for a helicopter to fly to Jiangcheng.

At that time, there was still no news from Ling Yue, and the old man suffered from asthma in a hurry. Fortunately, he was rescued in time and he was saved.

For a while, the news that Xiang Jiechao was not Mr. Xiang's son was widely circulated.

Although Xie Yunlin is not in the capital, he is the future heir of the Xie family in the capital after all, so he got the news immediately.

Gu Jun nodded: "I deduce that eight|nine is not far from ten!"

Xie Yunlin clenched her fists again, and said gloomily, "My aunt is pregnant, a test-tube baby, and she has suffered a lot for this child."

Xiang Bingzi was imprisoned, and she will never get out in this life.

His aunt worked so hard to conceive this child just to inherit the Xiang family.

But now...

He smiled wryly, sighed, and shook his head.

Now, let alone inheriting the Xiang family, if Ling Yue and Xiaoshu were kidnapped, it was really Xiang Jiechao's instigation, and the child had a father who was about to go to jail before he was born.

Gu Junyi didn't feel any emotion at all, and said lightly: "What kind of cause is planted, what kind of fruit is reaped, I am just guessing now, the evidence is still being investigated, if Xiang Jiechao really did it, I don't care who his son is, it is Who dares to kidnap my son and my apprentice, uncle, heh..."

With a soft snort, Xie Yunlin was terrified.

The handsome and noble man in front of him only had slightly cold eyebrows and eyes, but Xie Yunlin felt a sense of suffocation as if Mount Tai was overwhelmed.

He sighed silently.

If the person who kidnapped Xiaoshu and Ling Yue was really Xiang Jiechao, then he must have been impatient or out of his mind to provoke the people around Gu Wuye.

Mr. Xiang will be here soon.

As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to Ling Yue's hospital bed.

Ling Yue was still asleep.

The wound on his face was bandaged, but the left side of his cheek was slapped twice by the tattooed man, and his whole body was swollen.

"Beast! Beast!" Xiang Lao's face turned pale, and he lifted the quilt from Ling Yue's body with trembling hands.

Ling Yue didn't wear any clothes, his body was wrapped in strips of gauze.

Gu Junzhu handed the mobile phone to Mr. Xiang: "Uncle Xiang, you can see this more clearly."

On the phone, it was the appearance of Ling Yue before the wound was treated.

The flesh and blood on his face were cracked, and his body was covered with bloodstains.

Mr. Xiang clutched his chest, breathing heavily and gasping for breath.

"Old Xiang!" His health care doctor was in a hurry, and quickly supported him, sprayed him with medicine, and gave Gu Junyi a glare by the way.

Gu Junzhu put away his phone, and curled his lips: "Uncle Xiang is Xiaoyue's god-grandfather, and maybe Xiaoyue's pro-grandfather. Uncle Xiang has the right to know what Xiaoyue has suffered."

Mr. Xiang staggered.

The bodyguard behind him quickly brought a chair over and helped him to sit down beside the hospital bed.

Mr. Xiang held Ling Yue's hand, stared at Ling Yue's face which was nearly half wrapped in gauze, and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Yue... Is Xiao Yue really my grandson?"

"Eight|nine is not far from ten!" Gu Junzhu said: "An hour ago, my subordinates found out that Xiang Jiechao had secretly contacted Xu Yanlai. Xu Yanlai was the one who gave birth in the same delivery room as Aunt Xiang. That woman's daughter."

Mr. Xiang no longer had any doubts in his heart.

Can't go wrong.

Ling Yue is his own grandson!

Otherwise, there is no such coincidence in the world.

Ling Yue's eyes were almost exactly the same as those of his late wife.

As for Xiang Jiechao, he is nothing like the couple.