Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

It is Mu Jianmin's daughter.

The half-elder child, with small arms and legs, barely tall enough to bend his legs, a white bun face, big eyes, is looking at him grinningly.

"What's the matter with you?"

For a child, Jiang Beiyuan couldn't hide his high coldness. When he looked at it, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and his voice was weak.

The little girl was not scared by Jiang Beiyuan's arrogant aura, instead she continued to smile at him, and then took out a candy from her pocket and handed it over.

"Uncle, my name is Mu Yanzhu...My dad said I was short of water... He asked me to find a name to bring water..."

Jiang Beiyuan didn't make a sound, but frowned slightly, a little impatient.

What a big fart kid, why talk so much?

He has no hobbies to chat with anyone other than Yannian.

Feeling that this uncle seemed a little angry, Mu Yanzhu cautiously moved his little hand toward him, "Yanzhu thinks you are a good person... I'll give you candy!"

"Thank you."

Jiang Beiyuan finally reached out and took the candy, holding it in his hand, the candy had softened into a ball for some time.

"Good uncle... you have eaten my candy, please save my dad!"

"Yep."

Jiang Beiyuan had no feelings for children like creatures. From beginning to end, he didn't mean to hold the child in his arms and comforted him softly. He gave a faint hum, turned and left.

He didn't know at the time that the family he redeemed today, the little girl he didn't care about, would have a deep connection with his future.

Fate is always wonderful.

...

The dusk is heavy, and the night is as cool as water.

Yan Nian didn't contact Jiang Beiyuan this day and stayed at home. She knew that he should be very busy, otherwise he would have returned early, so instead of contacting him, it would be better not to disturb him.

Lie on the bed, with a hair dryer inserted at the head of the bed, direct the vent of the hair dryer to his head, and just blow his hair.

Yannian thinks this is a kind of enjoyment.

She closed her eyes, her ears were whimpering from a noisy hair dryer, and she was drowsy.

I don't know how long it has been, and in a daze, I just feel like a warm palm is touching my head.

Slowly opened his eyes, what was greeted by Jiang Beiyuan's enlarged version of the handsome face.

His brows were gentle, with a touch of fatigue and fatigue under his eyes, as if after a catastrophe, and finally Nirvana came to life.

"Mrs. Jiang, you are too lazy to deserve it."

I’m so lazy to blow my hair, I can’t do it without doing it.

Yan Nian blinked, pursing the corners of her lips and looking at him, "When did you come back?"

"just."

With nephrite in his arms, Jiang Beiyuan leaned down and kissed her face and eyelids.

A little green stubble grew from his chin, itching her cheeks, and Yannian pushed him subconsciously.

"You look so tired, did you have another operation?"

"Well, the last one, I won't do it later."

Jiang Beiyuan said, pulling her up by her arm, hugging her to his lap, and then took the hair dryer plugged in to blow her hair.

His slender fingertips passed through her soft hair.

At this moment, it seems that time has become quiet, everything is so beautiful.

Yan Nian nestled in Jiang Beiyuan's arms, with the whine of a hair dryer in his ear, and his powerful, rapid, and slightly faster heartbeat.

Suddenly I hope that time will stay at this moment.

There are no nasty people and no nasty things.

"My mom bullied you today?"