Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Obviously, Xu Kuangjie was drunk, and his tongue was rolled up when he spoke.

"But it's true that he doesn't smoke or gamble, hehe... Except for his wife, this guy has its own insulator, and other women can't conduct electricity."

"Ugh……"

Upon hearing this, He Huaiguang became even more depressed.

"Loyal. Such a perfect man, I can't even dig into the wall."

"Perfect shit, he's afraid of dogs!"

Xu Kuangjie mixed the two cocktails of Martini and Margarita into his stomach, and it was already on top.

"what??"

"I said he was afraid of dogs. He was bitten by a dog once when he was a kid, leaving a shadow. He looked like a grandson when he saw a dog."

"Really? Is he so afraid of dogs?"

"Cut, did your cousin ever fool you?!"

Then He Huaiguang told Yannian these words.

But I found that Yannian was stunned, not knowing what was thinking in my heart.

"Yan Xiaonian, what's wrong with you?"

He stretched out a hand and snapped his fingers in front of Yannian.

Thinking back, Yannian shook his head and said nothing.

In her impression, someone seemed to be afraid of dogs, but that person was not named Jiang Beiyuan.

Besides, that person is not familiar with her again, and since the second year of junior high, he has never seen him again!

"Oh, right, I'm going back to my mother's house in a hurry, and you can watch the flower shop!"

He Huaiguang said yes.

"Then you won't go back tonight?"

Yannian nodded.

Snorted, it is bound to carry out today's flag to the end.

"Of course not going back! Who is going back, who is grandson!"

...

Early the next morning, Yannian went back to her family's home.

She hasn't been home for a long time, and she didn't think of her original home, but it has been transformed by Ma Xueyan.

There are two big wealthy trees in front of the door and bamboo hanging in the living room, a strong wind of superstition.

Yannian took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, smelled a scent, looked around, and found that there was a Buddha statue and an incense burner in front of the living room.

"As for?"

If you don't work hard, can the Buddha make you money?

When Ma Xueyan heard the movement, she came out of the room, sat down beside Yannian, and stretched out her hand, "Where is the money?"

"No!"

"What about the person who wants you to bring back?!"

Yannian: "It's divided!"

Ma Xueyan was annoyed and slapped Yannian's back with a slap.

"If you can't make money and can't find a husband, what use is there for me to raise you!"

"It's useless, you just kill me."

"Bad girl! I took gunpowder again today, right?"

He said, slapped again.

This time, Yan Nian stopped him in the middle.

"Fight, fight, fight for so many years, you never finished, right?"

"Skilled? I have dragged you to eat and drink until now, do you see me as a mother?"

"Wait a minute, it's my dad who dragged me to the big one. My dad is dead. Are you still my mother?!"

Yannian's last sentence was almost roaring.

As if holding back for a long time, resentment and anger exploded together.

After she finished speaking, she let go and looked away.

Eyes are red, and the corners of his mouth are pursed for several times.

Ma Xueyan snorted coldly, "Anyway, even if your dad is dead, I will offer you to school until now. Now that you are working, you should be filial to me and reward me!"

"I said, now there is no money, just this life, you want to take it!"

He turned around and turned his back to Ma Xueyan.

When she came back today, she was looking for sin and suffering!

If you knew it earlier, it would be better to have no family!

"Bad girl! I think you come back to make me angry!"

Just as her back was facing her, Ma Xueyan raised her hand and slapped her back again.

This time, it wasn't Yan Nian who clasped her wrist.

"what--"

A heart-piercing scream cut through the sky.

Yan Nian was stunned for a second, then turned around, but it was Jiang Beiyuan's face.

His slender and clean joints pinched Ma Xueyan's arm, and the hostility of his whole body extended outward.

From the perspective of words and thoughts, you can see the bulging blue veins on Jiang Beiyuan's forehead, and those eyes that have always been as light as smoke are now covered with a layer of haze.

Yan Nian had never seen this look in Jiang Beiyuan's eyes.

Scarlet, sharp, and deep.

That kind of... almost the viciousness of wanting to destroy a person.

"Do you dare to hit her again?"