Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

The old days always make people feel soft.

Jiang Beiyuan’s gentle eyes rippled, and that slender hand slowly slid down along Yannian’s slender wrist. The movement naturally held her hand and squeezed it between her fingers, fingers interlocking. .

The words were taken aback.

Attention, this was placed in front of Jiang Beiyuan from the chessboard.

The man's long eyebrows were lowered, but the black eyes of the chess pieces shone like a sea of ​​stars.

"You, what are you doing?"

He held her so tightly, as if afraid that she would run away if he didn't pay attention.

Jiang Beiyuan stared at her face for a moment, and his voice was slow, "Who said the other day, you want to dedicate yourself?"

Saying: "..."

She thought he had forgotten it!

Who knows that he suddenly raised it so hard to die.

"I, mine..."

Yan Nian watched this handsome face and moved a little bit closer.

There is a chess board in between.

He held her in his hand, but his body was leaning forward.

The orange light above my head drenched in warmth.

Together with the air, it became thinner in an instant, and the breath of each other was intertwined, and the heartbeat was faintly heard in Yannian, which sounded like a drum beating.

She couldn't tell which heartbeat it was.

"I just want to pamper you, is this considered love or not—"

The happy cell phone ringing suddenly broke the ambiguous and tense atmosphere.

Yannian slapped her face, turned her face away, coughing and connected the phone.

It was so bad just now...a little bit, Jiang Beiyuan is about to kiss her.

On the other end of the phone, her mother Ma Xueyan's loud voice came, "Can the one I introduced to you last time work?"

"Which one?" She licked the corner of her mouth.

"Xiaohe!"

Oh~ He Huaiguang.

Yannian thought, she and He Huaiguang would definitely not do it.

Rabbits still don't eat grass on the edge of the nest.

But she definitely wouldn't say that to Ma Xueyan.

She knows her mother's virtues now, and hopes she will get married soon, so she has followed the other party's betrothal gift.

"That one--"

Yannian paused as she spoke, then turned her eyes to look at Jiang Beiyuan.

The man sitting on the opposite side was arranging the chessboard if nothing had happened, his expression on his face was faint, as if nothing had happened before.

She remembered what he said to her that she wanted to go home and meet her mother. Once married, she can't stay hidden.

She refused without hesitation.

He was very angry, so she went to him, her brain twitched and said she wanted to dedicate herself.

There is a cause and an effect.

No one can escape.

Yannian sighed heavily, and recovered, and said coldly to Ma Xueyan, "It's impossible for me and He Huaiguang. I have another friend who is better than He Huaiguang. He treats me well, so you don't need to worry about it. ."

"What? You dated another one? What is your family background? What do you do? How much money do you make in a month now?"

In Ma Xueyan's eyes, it seems that there is only money.

Yannian’s face was impatient, and her voice fell completely cold, “I’m the one who lives with him, and it’s not you who live with him. I just want to, can you leave me alone?”

"Bad girl, your dad is dead, I don't care who you care about you? Take it home this weekend and have a look. If it doesn't work, I'll find someone for you!"

"I won't go back, my flower shop is very busy!"

"If you don't say this, I forgot. My daughter sends me living expenses every month. Have you sent me a cent?"

"The two hundred thousand I owe others have not been paid back yet. How can I send it to you? Besides, isn't my dad's retirement fund enough for you?"