Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

He specifically bit the words of a married woman seriously, and his voice was sharp and sharp.

Yannian pinched his waist secretly and motioned him to shut up. However, this person remained unmoved. His dark eyes looked at the little boy, with long eyelashes but sharp eyes.

The little boy blushed, licked the corner of his mouth and looked at Jiang Beiyuan.

"Uncle, you are really handsome!"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan was in a trance for a while.

The next second, squinted slightly, "Uncle?"

"Ah, no, I mean you are handsome, ooh!!!"

The little boy was crying in a hurry and got out of the car with a blushing face.

Speechless, he turned his head and glared at the man behind him.

"You don't even let the middle school students go?"

"Did he let you go?"

"Please, I didn't give him contact information!"

"Next time, remember to say that you are married and have a very handsome and young husband."

As Jiang Beiyuan said, his eyes were calm and he passed the ring finger of Yannian's right hand.

She is not wearing a wedding ring.

He suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if a piece was missing.

It's just that the loss in his eyes is fleeting, and disappears without a trace before he can catch it. He doesn't know what to say before he thinks in his heart, just a little funny.

Someone specifically emphasized what he was doing when he was young, and the kid called him "uncle" and made him hold his grudge like this.

"Teacher Jiang, the more you live, the more you go back!"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan's lip line was straightened, without a word.

"This handsome boy, I'm getting off the car, come and sit here!"

The sixty-year-old lady who was separated by two seats took the place with her bag, walked over on crutches, and actively invited Jiang Beiyuan to sit there.

Ever since, the eyes around me became more focused for a while.

Yan Nian heard two little girls discussing beside him, "Is this the president of the Jiang Group? It seems that he is called Jiang Beiyuan."

"It's him, he's handsomer than the one on TV, so he spoils his wife~"

Yan Nian held his forehead with one hand.

If you really took it, he shouldn't have come!

He hurriedly took out the hood from his pocket and put it on without saying a word, covering his face as he pleased.

"Master, go over and sit down, grandma has invited you kindly!"

"Thank you grandma."

Jiang Beiyuan nodded slightly, thanking him in a nice voice.

Old people like young guys who are good-looking and polite. For a while, the old lady smiled happily, waved her hand and said no thanks, and she would be there for her next stop.

Jiang Beiyuan took Yan Nian over.

He sat down first, then held her on his lap.

Yannian: "You can sit on your own, how old I am, you still hold me, it's shameful!"

"Fortunately, not ashamed." Jiang Beiyuan remained indifferent.

For a while, I looked more.

Yan Nian can't wait to find a seam to get in...

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Jiang Beiyuan sent Yan Nian to Xu Tongtong's flower shop and left.

Before leaving, she only told her "Don't talk to the male employees in the store", and didn't say much about the rest.

Yannian had just entered the door, and snowflakes fluttered outside.

It was completely instantaneous.

Along with the severe east wind, blooming in the bleak winter twelfth lunar month.

Sun Bei went to the flower shop first, and looked at the snow in the sky outside the window, and said, "There is a lot of snow in Lucheng this year, and I don't know when it will really warm for a few days."

Yannian turned his head, and then noticed that it was snowing outside.

Overwhelming and heavy.

Yannian turned around and ran out without saying anything.