You Are My Rare Passion

This is her real aunt, and she sounds awkward when she calls, but Fang Yao, who can't beat her with eight poles, calls her very smoothly.

It's too thick-skinned.

It is worth his study!

The little sapling bulged its cheeks, eating with great effort.

After a full meal, add an extra glass of milk.

My mother said that two glasses of milk a day can grow taller.

He doesn't want to be a dwarf.

While drinking milk, the little sapling looked at Qiao Zui who was sitting opposite him: "Cousin brother, you are so beautiful, even more beautiful than big sister!"

Qiao Zui: "...Little cousin, you really have vision, but you don't need to say the last sentence, thank you!"

His strength is full!

What a man!

If you praise him for being good-looking, he loves to listen to it, but what's the matter with always adding "big sister" after it?

"Why?" The little sapling blinked, "Cousin, don't you like to be prettier than your big sister? Then why do you still wear red clothes? You still have flowers in your hand! Only girls like to wear red clothes, I also like flowers!"

Qiao Zui: "..."

From now on, the rose in red will be black all her life!

Fang Yao smiled, looked at the young sapling and said, "How old are you, kid? You are so cute."

"Really?" The little sapling straightened up, with a proud face: "I'm five years old, and my dad also said I was cute, and my dad said I grew up eating cute!"

The smile on Fang Yao's face became stronger, and his originally stern face softened a lot: "Your father is right, you are indeed cute."

Living in this villa is like stepping into another time and space.

The hostess and hostess are beautiful, like heaven and man, not to mention, a pair of children are like little golden boys under the fairy seat, and even the bodyguards at home are all handsome and handsome.

He suspects that the owner of this house is a super face control person, and people who are not good-looking don't use it.

If it wasn't for his good looks, he would be ashamed to live here.

While Fang Yao was talking to the little sapling, Ye Xingbei lightly touched Gu Junzhu's arm, motioned him to look at Qiao Zui, and asked in a low voice, "Is he left-handed?"

Qiao Zui has been eating with his left hand.

Gu Junzhu glanced at Qiao Zui's right arm: "Did you forget?"

Ye Xingbei was surprised: "Can't even hold chopsticks?"

Gu Jun nodded: "Yes."

Ye Xingbei was stunned.

Yesterday, when Qiao was drunk "Wall Dong" her, she still supported the wall with her left hand, and conjured a rose with her right hand.

She really didn't expect that Qiao Zui's right arm was injured so badly that she couldn't even hold chopsticks.

When she recovered from her daze and looked at Qiao Zui again, Qiao Zui was already chatting with the little sapling with a beaming face.

Looking at his flying expression and bright eyes, there is no pain and obscurity after being injured.

Is it really free and easy, or pretending not to be sad?

No matter what, you always care about it in your heart, right?

Like her, if her arm is injured and she can no longer play the piano, she will be very sad.

But what about after being sad?

She thought about it seriously.

After being sad, I will definitely clean up my mood and pretend that she doesn't care at all, lest those who love her and care about her worry about her.

That's how Qiao Zui is now, right?

She looked at Qiao Zui, and suddenly felt that he was a bit like a hero who defended his home and country.

At the very least, this is a real man, responsible.

There is no failure because of injury or shattered dreams.

The smile on his face was still sunny, and his clean eyes were still bright.

He lost something that was very important to him, but in order not to make his relatives worry about him, he still lived wantonly and unrestrainedly.

As expected of a man cultivated by the country, this is a real man!