You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 1863: Is it right?

"Not very good," Ling Yue sat up straight and whispered, "I had nightmares a few times and cried for my mother, I patted him, and he fell asleep again."

Ye Xingbei squatted down beside the bed, looking at the sleeping little sapling, her heart ached.

Although she knew it was impossible, she couldn't help but think that it would be great if Xiaoshu was her biological son!

Although her love for the little sapling is no less than the love of a biological mother for her biological son.

But it's not the biological mother and son. Whether it's her or the little sapling, there are regrets after all.

She stared at the little sapling for a while, and the little sapling suddenly opened her eyes slowly.

He stared at Ye Xingbei for a while, then softly called: "Mom!"

"Yeah," Ye Xingbei's eyes were inexplicably hot, resisting himself from crying, and showed him a bright smile, "Mom is here."

"Mom, I had a nightmare last night!" The little sapling flattened her mouth, looking very aggrieved, and put her arms around her neck.

Ye Xingbei's heart twitched, and her voice was a little stiff: "Did... what nightmare did you have?"

"I forgot," the little sapling lay in her arms and acted coquettishly: "What a scary dream, the little tree was scared to cry, and now I'm still scared, it's better if my mother kisses and holds it up!"

Ye Xingbei, who was still holding a heart just now, couldn't help laughing, took him into his arms, kissed him, and patted his little butt, "How old are you? Are you still acting like a spoiled child?"

"Five years old!" The little sapling gave her a strong kiss: "Five-year-old is still a baby! A five-year-old baby is only going to kindergarten, it's very small!"

"You!" Ye Xingbei pinched his little nose fondly: "When people said you were young, you said you were already big, now I say you are big, and you say you are very small , you, big or small, change at will?"

"Well," the little sapling rubbed her face, giggling, "the little sapling has seventy-two variations, which can be big or small."

Ye Xingbei shook his head and smiled, patted his little butt: "Don't be poor, get up to eat, eat enough, and go to visit the graves of grandparents."

"Okay!" The little sapling kissed her again, obediently changed her clothes, and went down to the ground to wash.

Ye Xingbei stood aside and looked at him.

He looked as usual as before.

Could it be that, as Gu Junzhu said, he took what he heard last night as a nightmare.

She looked back at Gu Junzhu.

Gu Junzhu smiled, walked to her side, and hugged her shoulders, "Don't worry, it's just a five-year-old child, and she's sleeping in a daze. It's normal to forget."

"I think..." Ye Xingbei bit his lip, looked at the little sapling washing in the bathroom, and muttered, "I think he doesn't want to admit it and refuses to believe that fact."

"Don't guess," Gu Junzhu patted her head, "as long as we know, we will always treat him well, we will always accompany him, protect him, and keep him safe and happy, carefree. When you grow up, that's fine."

Ye Xingbei sighed and shook his head, "It's different..."

Gu Junzhu looked down at her: "What's the difference?"

Ye Xingbei shook his head: "I don't want to say it."

She has a lot of words.

But that topic is too sensitive.

She didn't want to say a word.

Gu Junzhu smiled, "Are you worried about inheritance?"

Ye Xingbei looked up at him.

Gu Junzhu tilted the corners of his mouth: "Is it right?"