Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Snapped!"

Xu Kuangjie slapped the table in front of him, interrupting her memory without hesitation.

"You are Lao Jiang's wife now. He is sick. As a wife, shouldn't you take care of him? Even if you visit him, at least you have that kind of heart. What kind of wife are you like this?!"

Saying: "..."

*

To tell the truth, she is an insult.

When I was in school before, the bully in the class worked sideways with the head teacher.

Now that he is old and dying, he loses his mentality. When Xu Kuangjie yells, he is too lazy to refute.

Yan Nian followed Xu Kuangjie to a villa.

The spacious building, European-style white walls, the second phase, looks from a distance, like a castle.

Yannian was slightly surprised, and she didn't expect a doctor in Jiang Beiyuan to have money to live in such a good house.

Xu Kuangjie in front of her voluntarily rang the doorbell.

It took about a minute or so before someone came to open the door.

This man has a long body, starry eyebrows, deep facial features, and a cold temperament. The navy blue loose pajamas are a bit **** by him. His sleeves are half-rolled, and he leaned lazily against the wall.

"How did you come?"

Jiang Beiyuan opened his mouth.

His eyes fell on Xu Kuangjie.

The normally low and magnetic voice was slightly hoarse at this time.

Xu Kuangjie did not speak, and moved a half step aside, revealing the thoughts that were blocked by him behind him.

Jiang Beiyuan's gaze then fell on Yannian again, his eyebrows frowned.

"Who asked you to bring her."

Saying: "..."

Look, people don't want her to come over yet!

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Xu, I'm leaving now!"

"It's all here."

Jiang Beiyuan turned sideways slightly at the moment she turned to leave.

That Zhang Ying's face was slightly pale and had a serious cold. He bent over and coughed twice as he said, "This is your home, sooner or later, you should always come back and take a look."

Saying: "..."

After entering the hallway, before looking inside, the man beside him suddenly leaned over, his head resting on her.

"I feel dizzy, take a moment."

He was speechless, listening to his gasping voice, very heavy, "I will help you to rest on the sofa!"

"it is good."

Xu Kuangjie stood by and watched this scene quietly.

Looking at the petite woman, he lifted the man one head taller to the sofa.

I don't know if someone is really so weak or pretended to be on purpose.

...

I have to say that the decoration of this house is really good.

Clean and clean Nordic style, stairs, sofas, living room, orderly.

The only thing is that it is a little more empty, blunt and cold, and impersonal.

"I'm going to cook a bowl of green onion white **** soup for you. I used to have a cold, and my dad cooked this for me."

Jiang Beiyuan said yes, so he leaned on the sofa and watched Yannian go to the kitchen.

Xu Kuangjie sat down opposite him, stared at the beautiful figure in the kitchen, and sneered, "Just such a woman, be more delicate and petite. I'll grab a bunch of them on the street and I don't know what you like her."

I like it, and I like it for many years, from teenagers to young people, never forgetting.

Jiang Beiyuan opened the corner of his mouth with an arc, faintly, "It's great to cook me a bowl of soup when I am sick."

"Heh! What you need is a babysitter!"

Jiang Beiyuan glared at him.

"Not leaving yet?"

"Hey, I found someone for you, so will you chase me away?"

"Did I ask you to call her? What if I infect her."

"Yes, you don't worry about infecting me!"

Xu Kuangjie rolled his eyes silently in his heart, then grabbed the coat beside him, got up and left.

Yannian brought the soup out, and only Jiang Beiyuan was left on the sofa.

He stretched out his hand to take the bowl from her, but Yannian put the bowl on the table, Jiang Beiyuan squinted slightly.

Hate him so much?