Xie Yunlin guessed correctly, Gu Junchai did decide to let Xie Jinfei go.

But the reason was not because Xie Jinfei guessed, because they had known each other since childhood, and Gu Junchai didn't want to do too much.

It's because he is Ye Xingbei's own brother.

Gu Junzhu wanted to know what his expression would be when Xie Jinfei knew that he had almost killed his own sister for the sake of his cousin.

His attitude towards Xie Jinfei in the future was determined by Xie Jinfei's attitude towards Ye Xingbei after Xie Jinfei knew that Ye Xingbei was his own sister.

If Xie Jinfei really loves Ye Xingbei, then he can not blame the past for the fact that he almost hurt Ye Xingbei.

But if he couldn't look down on Ye Xingbei, he would still look at Ye Xingbei with disdain when he was in the hotel that day.

Scold.

Then don't blame him for being unkind.

Although it is a little late to settle accounts after the autumn, just charge more interest!

Back at the villa, he returned the little sapling to his bedroom.

Ye Xingbei stayed by the little sapling's side, not leaving an inch.

It wasn't until the evening that the little one woke up.

Ye Xingbei saw him slowly open his eyes, holding his little hand against her face, and cried with joy.

The little guy blinked in a daze, stretched out his other little hand to help Ye Xingbei wipe his tears, and flattened his little mouth, "Mom, why are you crying?" When you cry, I want to cry too. ”

As he said this, the little one's big dark eyes filled with tears.

Ye Xingbei smiled with tears in his eyes and took him into his arms, "Mom is not crying, Mom is so happy!" Baby, you've slept for a day, and you're scared to death by your mother, and if you don't wake up, your mother will really be scared to death by you. ”

"What's so scared about sleeping?" The little guy raised his little hand puzzled, rubbed Ye Xingbei's head, and said seriously: "Snoring, purring, can't be scared!" Mom is not afraid, the little tree protects you! ”

"Don't protect your mother anymore!" Ye Xingbei hugged him tightly, and said fearfully: "Baby, fighting is an adult's business, you are still too young, if you meet a bad guy in the future, stay away, you are so small, the bad guy will push you down as soon as he raises his hand, you see that your little head is broken, you have three stitches, and you feel sorry for your mother!" ”

The more Ye Xingbei said, the more distressed he became, and his tears flowed down again.

The little guy's stitches hurt a little, and his little hand stretched back, wanting to touch it, but was grabbed by Ye Xingbei: "You can't touch it, it's good to touch it slowly!" ”

The little guy obediently retracted his little hand and wiped Ye Xingbei's tears: "Mom doesn't cry, it doesn't hurt at all." ”

Ye Xingbei was about to say something, when the door rang, and Gu Jun opened the door and came in.

When the little guy saw Gu Junchai, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he called crisply: "Dad!" ”

His dark eyes looked at Gu Jun shining out one by one, and his spirit was full, not at all like the little sick man who had just fallen.

Looking at his eyes of attachment and admiration, Gu Jun made a mess with a soft heart, strode to the bed, hugged the little guy into his arms, and asked softly, "Baby, does the little head still hurt?" Do you feel anything uncomfortable? ”

The little guy raised two little short hands, hugged Gu Junzhu's neck tightly, and his beautiful big eyes smiled into two crescents, "Dad is comfortable to hold, it doesn't hurt anywhere!" ”

He hugged Gu Junchai's neck tightly, his eyes stared at Gu Junchai, he was so happy that he couldn't get enough of it.

Ye Xingbei shook his head with a smile, "People have money fans, fans, and movie fans, our little tree is a fan of Dad, seeing Dad is like a wolf seeing meat, and his eyes are shining out!" ”

The little guy put his little body in Gu Junchai's arms, and his little face rubbed against Gu Junchai's body, and said softly: "Dad is the best, Xiangxiangda!" ”

Ye Xingbei pretended to be jealous, covered his chest sadly, and complained: "What about Mom?" ”