You Are My Rare Passion

Facing the menu printed with food photos, he looked greedy like a little mouse that fell into a rice bowl, and he ordered a lot of things this and that.

He is weak and shorter than children of the same age. It is a good thing that he can eat, and Ye Xingbei is not short of money, so he doesn't stop him, just let him order.

He ordered more than a dozen dishes in one go, and handed the menu to Ye Xingbei and Ling Yue, asking them to continue ordering.

Both Ye Xingbei and Ling Yue refused.

More than ten dishes, plus the four bodyguards are enough to eat.

Ye Xingbei set aside part of each dish, and let the waiter serve the rest to Xue Nuo and the others.

If you have money, you have to make the best use of it.

Saving is a virtue.

There are more than ten dishes, the little sapling eats some of this and that, and eats with relish, with a happy face.

Ye Xingbei ate breakfast late, he didn't have much appetite, he ate every mouthful, and spent more time taking care of the two children and watching them eat.

Halfway through the meal, suddenly a beautiful woman in her forties came to their table, bent slightly and said, "Miss Beibei, our wife invites you to come over."

Ye Xingbei was stunned for a moment, "Aunt Qing?"

The woman's name was Liao Qing, she was a celebrity around Ye Xinglan's mother, Ye Zhitong, and helped Ye Xinglan's mother manage the Ye family's internal affairs.

Ye Xingbei stood up awkwardly: "Aunt Qing, is my aunt eating here too?"

"Yes, my uncle is here too." Liao Qing stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation: "Miss Beibei, this way please."

Ye Xingbei hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly at her, "Okay, Aunt Qing."

She followed Liao Qing and walked to the second floor.

In this hotel, the first floor is the lobby, and the first floor and above are all private rooms.

When Ye Xingbei came, all the private rooms were reserved.

Ye Xingbei took his two children to eat in the hall on the first floor.

Seeing Ye Xingbei and a woman walking towards the second floor, two bodyguards of the Gu family came over.

Ye Xingbei stopped in his tracks: "I'm going to see my aunt and uncle, take care of Xiaoyue and Xiaoshu."

"Yes, Young Madam," the leading bodyguard bent over her, "We will accompany you there, Young Madam."

"No need," Ye Xingbei smiled at him, "I'm just going to meet my uncle and aunt, it's safe, don't worry."

The bodyguard took a few steps back: "The young lady, if there is anything, please contact us in time."

"I see," Ye Xingbei smiled, "Keep an eye on Xiao Yue and Xiao Sapling, don't let them get lost, I'll be back soon."

Ye Xingbei told Ling Yue and Xiao Sapiao a few more words, telling them to listen to the bodyguards, not to run around, and she and Liao Qing went upstairs.

Liao Qing led her to the end of the third floor and opened a VIP room. There was music in the room and the fragrance of tea wafted.

Ye Zhitong was playing the piano by the window, and Ye Xinglan's father, Jiang Zhengkai... Oh, no, he had already changed his name to Ye Wuwei.

He was sitting opposite Ye Zhitong making tea.

Both of them have outstanding appearances. Sitting facing each other, one is playing the piano and the other is making tea. They are as quiet and beautiful as a painting.

Liao Qing led Ye Xingbei forward.

Ye Zhitong's piano sound did not stop, her fingertips were still plucking the strings, and she ordered without raising her head: "Kneel down."

Ye Xingbei frowned, and just about to speak, Liao Qing kicked her knee.

Ye Xingbei bent his knees uncontrollably and knelt heavily on the ground.

Ye Xingbei frowned even tighter, and wanted to get up, but Ye Zhitong said again: "Slap your mouth!"

Liao Qing grabbed Ye Xingbei's hair and slapped Ye Xingbei's face several times. Ye Xingbei's face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.