You Are My Rare Passion

"No," he quickly changed his words: "If it's a daughter, it's more precious than golden bumps!"

Ye Xingbei: "...I sympathize with your son!"

They were treated differently before they were born.

Despise the patriarchal Gu Wuye!

"No, no need to sympathize," Gu Junzhu lightly stroked|patted Ye Xingbei's lower abdomen, his eyes were so gentle that water dripped out, "If it was a son, I would like it too! ... The key is, if you can give my dad another Give birth to a grandson, and our dad can happily be ten years younger."

Ye Xingbei couldn't help but wanted to smile and nod: "That's true."

As for the elderly, most of them are seriously influenced by traditional thinking.

Even if she doesn't favor sons over daughters in her daily behavior, and maybe she will love her daughter a little more, but in her heart, she hopes to have more children and grandchildren, so that the family's incense can be passed on.

If she gave birth to a daughter, Mr. Gu would definitely not be unhappy, and he would also like her daughter very much.

However, if she can give Mr. Gu another grandson, Mr. Gu will definitely be happier than her daughter.

"Father, mother!" Seeing Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei approaching, the little saplings around the barbecue ran over.

The little guy saw Gu Junzhu's hand on Ye Xingbei's lower abdomen with sharp eyes, and immediately asked Gu Junzhu with his big eyes blinking: "Dad, did you plant a little sister in mother's belly?"

Gu Wuye smiled proudly: "Almost!"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

"Wow! Really?" Little Shumiao'er's eyes lit up, and she also put her little hand on Ye Xingbei's lower abdomen, "October is pregnant, and Xiaoshu will have to wait ten months before seeing her younger sister, right, mother? "

He looked up at Ye Xingbei with a small face.

Ye Xingbei was speechless for a moment, squatted down, put his index finger on his lips, and made a silent gesture: "I don't know if mom is pregnant yet, and even if mom is pregnant, it doesn't necessarily mean that she has a younger sister, little sister." The tree has to keep secret now, and can't shout, you know?"

The little tree seedling's eyes flickered, puzzled: "Why, mother?"

Ye Xingbei had a headache: "Because I'm not sure if mom is pregnant yet, so mom doesn't want others to know now."

"Oh!" The little tree seedling's voice suddenly became quieter, and she moved her small mouth to Ye Xingbei's ear, and whispered, "Mom, I understand. This is a secret between me, my father and my mother. I don't care about anyone else." Do not tell!"

The corner of Ye Xingbei's mouth twitched, he stroked his little head, "Good boy."

The little tree seedling hugged her neck, and kept looking at her stomach: "Then mother, when will you tell me, did dad plant his sister in your stomach?"

Ye Xingbei: "...I'll tell you when I get home at night, okay?"

"Okay!" The little tree seedling agreed crisply, holding her hand: "Mom, the meat is roasted, there are many kinds, what do you want to eat, I will take you to get it!"

Ye Xingbei hadn't come close yet, thinking of the greasy grilled skewers, he felt disgusted.

She stopped and waved at the little tree seedling: "No, little tree, mom is disgusting and doesn't want to eat barbecue."

The little tree seedling's eyes widened, "Isn't it disgusting to be pregnant? Mom, you are pregnant with a younger sister!"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Son, you know so much!

"Not necessarily," she explained, "maybe my mother got seasick."

"Then what should we do?" The little tree seedling looked at her and frowned worriedly: "Mom, are you feeling bad? Or, let's go home! After getting off the boat, my mother will definitely not feel bad."