You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 1882: Ashamed

Evening.

After dinner, Ye Xingbei played with Xiaoshumiaoer and Lingyue for a while, and took them upstairs to sleep after nine o'clock.

Seeing Lingyue walking towards their bedroom, the little sapling hugged him, "Brother Xiaoyue, let's sleep with mom tonight."

Ling Yue glanced at Ye Xingbei and hesitated.

Ye Xingbei smiled, "Yeah, I'll sleep with you two tonight, let's go, take a shower first."

The sapling's injuries are just bruises, no broken skin, no problem with bathing.

Ling Yue is still hesitant, but the little sapling can't control that much, grabbing Ling Yue's hand and dragging Ling Yue into the bathroom.

After taking a bath and taking care of the two children to lie down, Ye Xingbei reclined on the bedside and sang to the two children.

Ling Yue lay flat on the bed, with both hands flat on his side, eyes closed, Ye Xingbei's gentle singing sounded in his ears, and his heart pounded.

At this moment, he felt so happy.

He feels like he really has a mother.

He kept calling his mother in his heart for a long time before he fell asleep in a daze.

Coaxing the two children to fall asleep, Ye Xingbei called Gu Junzhu.

Gu Junzhu said that Yun Jue had a fever, and he was worried that he would not be able to come back at night, so let her sleep first.

Instruct him a few words, hang up the phone, and Ye Xingbei sleeps with the two children.

I was thinking about Gu Junzhu and Yun Jue. I didn't sleep well all night and woke up early in the morning.

She planned to make food for Gu Junzhu and Yun Jue to send to the hospital. She got up lightly, and before she got down, Ling Yue opened her eyes.

Ling Yue sat up and looked at her.

She raised her index finger on her lips with a "shh" gesture, and pointed to the sapling.

Ling Yue nodded at him and lay back again, looking at the sapling with good eyes.

Ye Xingbei smiled and changed his clothes and went downstairs.

She walked into the kitchen and didn't think about what to do. When she heard a sound outside, she went out to check and found that Gu Junzhu and Yun Jue had returned.

She hurriedly walked over and asked, "Why are you back now? Isn't the hospital working yet?"

It's just past six o'clock.

"Ajue slept in a drowsy night, woke up in the morning, said that he smelled the hospital smell and wanted to vomit. He felt uncomfortable and came back in a commotion," Gu Junzhu said, "I asked the doctor to take a look, and the doctor said It's okay, just come back to bed to recover, and I'll bring him back."

"Yeah, little aunt," Yun Jue said with a bitter face, "When I open my eyes, it smells of disinfectant. It's better here. There are flowers everywhere. If I can live here, I don't want to go to the hospital. Worse than being hurt."

Ye Xingbei smiled, "As long as the doctor allows you to come back... Hungry? I'll help you with what you want to eat."

"Just let the kitchen do it," Gu Junzhu asked her: "Where are the little saplings and Xiaoyue?"

"I haven't woken up yet," Ye Xingbei said, "I'll ask the kitchen to make something to nourish the blood. You guys have a rest. I'll let them as soon as possible."

She just wanted to go into the kitchen, let the kitchen do as much good as possible, and make up for the two of them, but before she could take a step, the doorbell rang.

She glances at the monitor.

It's Mu Qingwan.

Ye Xingbei welcomed him out and let Mu Qingwan in.

Mu Qingwan carried a food container in her left hand and a heat preservation bucket in her right hand, walked to the coffee table, and opened the food container and heat preservation bucket.

There are several kinds of side dishes in the food box, and red dates and wolfberry porridge in the heat preservation bucket.

Mu Qingwan said a little embarrassedly, "I don't know how to repay Arjue. This is what I specially made for you. If you think my craft is good, I will make it for you every day from now on." /

Ye Xingbei smelled the fragrant vegetables before he ate it.

Although she didn't eat it, she felt that Mu Qingwan's craftsmanship was definitely at the level of a professional chef, looking at the appearance of the dishes and the fragrant aroma.

She asked in surprise, "You did all of this with your own hands."

"Well," Mu Qingwan nodded embarrassedly, "I really don't know how to repay you, so I can only do small things within my power..."

Ye Xingbei felt a pain in his knees inexplicably as he looked at the handcraft-like side dishes in the food box.

She and Gu Bohol have been studying cooking for a while, but they haven't been able to do "little things" like Mu Qingwan.

I am ashamed.