You Are My Rare Passion

"Ah! You're done!" Ye Xingbei rubbed the flowers on his temples gloatingly, "You can't pick the flowers here casually, you will be scolded by the staff for picking flowers, and you will be fined!"

"Is that so?" Gu Wuye thought about it, "How about... let's say it was picked up from the ground?"

Ye Xingbei: "...you go away!"

Gu Junzhu laughed, and kissed her between the brows, "Fine, fine... Anyway, I just picked one flower, and I can't fine you a few dollars."

Ye Xingbei: "...I thought you would say, as long as you can make my wife happy, it doesn't matter how much you fine, I have plenty of money!"

"No, no, no," Gu Wuye said seriously, "Such words are too low, full of nouveau riche's atmosphere, how can a person with temperament and self-cultivation like me say such low words."

Ye Xingbei looked him up and down, "Anyone with eyes can see your aura. It's really quite bluffing, but sometimes you don't speak like a rich man. I've heard it many times. You speak very down-to-earth. , is not at all like a pampered and spoiled young master of a wealthy family who does not eat the sufferings of the world."

"I was never pampered, let alone suffering from the sufferings of the world," Gu Junzhu chuckled, "A person who has been to all sorts of messy places with an unknown number of soldiers under his command, can you Do you expect him to speak like a rich man?"

"Okay," Ye Xingbei nodded, "Actually, that's pretty good. I grew up in a small town before I was fifteen, and I would swear at people. It's very kind to listen to you."

"What curse words would you say?" Gu Junzhu looked at her with interest: "Let's listen to it."

Ye Xingbei couldn't help but laugh: "Is there someone like you? Looking for scolding yourself?"

"It makes sense!" Gu Wuye thought again: "That's good..."

Gu Wuye raised his hand to touch the flowers on Ye Xingbei's temple: "Later, if the staff trains you to pick flowers and asks you to pay a fine, you can scold him, so I will know how you scolded people."

Ye Xingbei: "...you go away! You are too annoying, everyone is cheating on their fathers, you cheating on their wives!"

Gu Junzhu laughed, held her hand, and continued to walk forward, "Compared to me, you are more like a daughter raised by a wealthy family. No matter your temperament or conversation, you can't tell that you are in a small town. It looks like I have lived in Shanghai for fifteen years."

Ye Xingbei's gestures, gestures, frowns and smiles are all dignified and elegant. She has a sweet and charming appearance, especially when she smiles, she is as sweet as honey, as if she has a hook on her. With a dignified and elegant air, even if she looks rather flattering, she won't make people think she's frivolous.

Ye Xingbei smiled, but didn't speak.

This is all thanks to Ye Xinglan.

When she first came to Country Y, she suffered a lot because her words and deeds did not meet Ye Xinglan's requirements.

It didn't even take a year for her to learn the manners and etiquette of the upper class, and her words and deeds looked like a noble daughter from a great family.

People who don't know her background don't know that she is a monk halfway, and she was just a country girl from a small town.

The words that a strict teacher makes a good apprentice apply to Ye Xinglan and her, and it is particularly vividly reflected.

Although she didn't speak, Gu Junzhu understood.

Gu Junzhu had no intention of talking about Ye Xinglan with her again.

The past is gone.

The grievances between Ye Xiaobei and the Ye family have been written off.

That's fine.