Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"This man, if you have money, it will go bad. You have to be careful and watch your husband carefully!"

"..."

Yannian didn't speak, suddenly somewhere in my heart became clear.

She understands why she has been sad.

This is the reason why men become bad when they have money. She hopes that Jiang Beiyuan will be bad, and don't let everything follow her to accommodate her for her sake.

He is such a good person, and so good.

I don't like to explain, this is the only shortcoming that Yan Nian feels Jiang Beiyuan.

However, all the things he did secretly were related to her.

And without exception, they are all good to her.

Yannian buried her head in her knees, her eyes flushed.

I knew that I would be so inferior today, so I should study hard at the beginning and get admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University, at least for his academic qualifications.

This is a good one, because it is inherently inadequate, has no family conditions, and is also out of balance.

It was like a balance, Jiang Beiyuan was high on the top, she was at the bottom, and it seemed that she could never be equal to him.

The mood is really beeping dog.

...

Jiang Beiyuan pushed down all the activities scheduled in the afternoon and moved from the 88th floor to the 80th floor.

The cleaning lady was mopping the floor, and when she saw the big boss in a neat suit, her vicissitudes of life was immediately covered with a bright and moving smile.

"Hello, President Jiang! Come to inspect the work?"

Jiang Beiyuan nodded casually, his eyes aimed at Yannian's office.

The closed door was cold and blunt, and it seemed to be empty inside.

"Where is the little girl in this office?"

"Ah... you said that the little girl who likes to arrange flowers, she went out at noon today, and never came back."

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan hummed, said nothing, took out the key, opened the door, and walked in.

Big office.

The fragrance is overflowing and refreshing.

Everywhere here is her painstaking effort.

Now I'm leaving.

There are several pots of freshly planted flowers in the corner of the wall, such as Clivia, Asparagus, hosta, etc., and there will be no time to fertilize in the future. Pots are piled crookedly there.

The phone vibrated twice.

It is a message from an unfamiliar number.

"President Jiang, don't worry, you have successfully sent your little wife home. This is the address where she is now. Please take a look."

Then a string of addresses was sent.

That address is not Funan Villa, but Yannian's hometown.

Jiang Beiyuan did not reply, and copied the phone into his pocket.

As expected.

He didn't think that Yannian would go home immediately.

He knew her temperament better than anyone else, he was holding a sigh of breath in his heart, and it was strange to go back now.

Jiang Beiyuan squatted on the ground and planted all the flowers that were still in the future into the pots.

It is a laborious task.

Sometimes the girl went home at night and was tired, and he even laughed at her for lack of physical strength.

Only by doing some things in person can you experience the hardship.

She is not easy.

The door of the office suddenly "clicked".

The person coming in from outside is Zhou Rui.

She was here to send the bouquets. There were not so many bouquets to decorate the wedding banquet. Several bunches of pink Phalaenopsis were left.

Zhou Rui put the bouquet on the nearby coffee table, her eyes falling on the man not far away.

In the light and shadow, he bent over and knelt on the ground, planting flowers, with his long eyebrows drooping, and the outline of his side face, those slender jade hands are now mixed with the dark mud.

He is a very clean person, he can't touch these dirty things at all.

Zhou Rui grabbed his mind, lightened his steps and walked forward calmly. Then, learning the appearance of Jiang Beiyuan, he squatted beside him and picked up one of the flower pots.

She wants to help him grow together.

The latter glanced at her, his eyes were cold, his thin lips moved lightly, and a word was revealed:

"roll."

"..." Zhou Rui pressed the corners of her mouth vigorously.

Thinking back then, when she broke into his room by mistake, he also said "get off" to her without thinking.

Being cold and mean is his consistent style of Jiang Beiyuan.

"I just want to help you plant it together, nothing more." Zhou Rui's voice lowered, unable to hear the true emotions.

"No need."

Jiang Beiyuan would not leave her a word of friendship.

"Her things, you are not qualified to touch them."