You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 8: Go home and slap in the face!


Jiang Siyou knows what it means to know the current affairs as a handsome man.

Compared to Ye Xingbei now, she is nothing.

If she can take advantage of Ye Xingbei's soft heart and let Ye Xingbei forgive her, then, with Ye Xingbei as the backstage, she will have inexhaustible benefits in the future!

It's easy to become an international superstar and gain a lot of attention!

With such golden thighs, no one else has the means to hug her, but she just needs to lose face and beg!

She and Ye Xingbei are sisters after all, as long as she cries a little bit miserably, she doesn't believe that Ye Xingbei is not softhearted!

She has a good plan, and she is indeed able to bend and stretch.

Unfortunately, she was wrong.

Today's Ye Xingbei is not the Ye Xingbei five years ago.

A mother is strong.

Although Xiaoshu is not her biological son, in order to protect Xiaoshu to grow up healthy and happy, Ye Xingbei, who has been strong for five years, will no longer give anyone the opportunity to attack and use her.

She thought the scene of Jiang Siyou kowtowing to her and begging for mercy was wonderful, but unfortunately, the audience was too small.

She suddenly thought of what Gu Junzhu said about returning home in two days.

That day, the Jiang family should be the most complete!

On that day... Jiang Siyou will wait and see!

And other Jiang family members!

She is very much looking forward to seeing that Gu Junzhu is not terminally ill, she will not look like a widow at all!

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Two days later.

AM.

Ten o'clock.

Gu Junzhu sat lazily in the back seat of the car, tilted his head and looked at Ye Xingbei sitting beside him with interest: "I didn't expect that you would actually go to Jiang's house with me to go home. ."

Ye Xingbei snorted coldly and looked at him: "I didn't expect that Gu Wushao, who was rumored to be unrestrained and loved freedom, would really give up the carefree life of a single aristocrat and be trapped by a marriage certificate! "

Gu Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "You know me well?"

Ye Xingbei glanced at him: "I didn't know it before, but now I know it. If you know yourself and your enemy, you can get a divorce soon!"

Thinking of her inexplicably having a legal husband made her vomit blood.

Damn the Jiang family!

Damn Jiang Siyou!

We'll see how she handles her later!

"Divorce?" Gu Junzhu folded his hands, put his head behind his head, and sighed deeply: "My identity is destined for me not to get divorced easily, so don't even think about divorce, consider the possibility of pretending to be husband and wife with me. Sex is relatively large.”

Ye Xingbei frowned: "What status do you have that you can't get divorced easily?"

Gu Jun glanced at her: "My dad didn't tell you, I'm a special employee of the state. Divorce needs to be approved by a special examiner, and the examiner must ask our father to nod before he dares to approve. If you want to It's more realistic to wait for our old man to nod his head."

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Is it really good to curse my father like that?

Is that your father?

She frowned: "I don't understand. With your family's conditions, you can't find any woman. Why do you have to find the poor house in the Jiang family?"

Gu Junzhu glanced at her, tsk tsk: "It seems that the Jiang family has really offended you, saying that his family's family is broken, and he doesn't stutter at all."

Ye Xingbei snorted: "I am no longer from the Jiang family. My surname is Ye now, and the Jiang family is not my parents' family at all!"

Gu Junzhu raised his eyebrows: "Jiang's family is not your parents' family, what kind of door are you rushing back to?"

"Who told you that I went to Jiang's house today to go home?" Ye Xingbei also raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "I'm going back to Jiang's house today to smash the place, okay? You, Gu Wushao, come to visit in person. , the Jiang family must be all at home today! I owe me before, and today one is counted as one, and no one wants to run away!"


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