You Are My Rare Passion

   Chapter 3994

  Gu Jun tilted the corners of his mouth, his expression cold: "I think he has other ideas."

  Xie Jinfei asked: "What other thoughts?"

  Gu Jun sneered, without speaking.

Ye Xingbei hugged the young sapling, watched Gu Qingrun administering medicine to the young sapling, and said softly, "I think Xiaoci has become less and less talkative at home recently, and I don’t play with the young saplings. I have time. Just shut yourself up in the study to paint."

"Yes," Qin Junye said: "We told him to hang out with us. He always said that Grandpa Zhai assigned him homework and asked him to paint. Why did Grandpa Zhai give him so much homework? He always Painting, painting, endless painting."

  Ye Xingbei sighed and looked up at Gu Junzhu: "Ask Xiao Chi, where did Xiao Ci go? He is still a child. Whether he is right or wrong, we can't ignore him."

  Gu Jun nodded one by one, took out his phone and called Gu Chi: "Where is Xiaoci?"

   "I ran out of the house, I will follow him," Gu Chi said, "After he ran out, he took a taxi by himself. Looking at the direction, he probably wanted to go to Zhai's old house."

   "Okay, I get it," Gu Jun said: "You can send someone to follow him, you can come back."

   "Okay, Master, I see." Gu Chi responded.

  Gu Jun hung up the phone one by one, "Go to Zhai's old house."

   "Oh..." Ye Xingbei sighed again: "I think so too. In the capital, he can go to Zhai's hometown if he is unfamiliar with the place."

  Gu Jun said nothing.

Watching Gu Qingrun take care of the wound of the young sapling, he took the unhappy young sapling into his arms, looked down at him and said, "Son, don’t be unhappy. You did the right thing for today. Dad is proud to have such a caring and sensible son like you!"

   "I'm not right," Xiao Sapling said, "I accidentally dripped watermelon juice on the painting that Xiao Ci had worked so hard to draw, which made Xiao Ci angry."

  "You did make a mistake when you dripped watermelon juice on Xiaoci's painting," Gu Jun asked, "But, did you apologize to Xiaoci?"

   "Well," Xiao Shumiao nodded: "I apologize to Brother Xiaoci."

"If you have done something wrong, apologize seriously, and try to make up for it, you are a good boy," Gu Jun said, "Wen Qiuci's hard-working painting was dripped with watermelon juice. He should be angry, but He shouldn't push you and hurt you, so it is him who is wrong, not you."

   Speaking of this, he was angry.

  He raised these children to train his son, but not to raise an ancestor for their family!

Don’t talk about the painting, it’s just the homework assigned by Mr. Zhai to Wen Qiuci. If it gets dirty, it gets dirty. It’s a big deal to repaint it. Even if it’s a masterpiece painting, it’s worth millions, tens of millions, his son. It was soiled or broken, and he couldn't bear to touch his son's finger, but he let Wen Qiuci push it against the wall and bumped his head.

  He is too spoiled with these children, making them forget who they are.

  He is not a philanthropist, so he has nothing to do with his little ancestor.

   Wen Qiuci wanted too much, he took care of his family and couldn't tolerate it.

   "No," Xiao Shumiao shook his head and said stubbornly: "It's my fault. If I'm careful and don't drip watermelon juice on Xiao Ci's painting, Xiao Ci will not be angry."

  (End of this chapter)