Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"what did you say?"

"I mean," Jiang Beiyuan cleared his throat, and his smile immediately became clear, "I think this name sounds good."

"OK then!"

Then it was called Jiang Qingchi.

When Yan Nian called Dachi and Dachi at home, Jiang Qingchi himself accepted.

"father!"

Grandma's childlike voice brought back Jiang Beiyuan's thoughts.

The man frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"

"I said I was hungry... Dad!"

The soft little hand pulled Jiang Beiyuan's trouser legs.

"Have my father make me breakfast!"

It's strange that Jiang Beiyuan is very cruel to him, but the little guy likes to stick to Jiang Beiyuan, he wants Jiang Beiyuan to hold him before he can drink milk, and Jiang Beiyuan tells a story before he can sleep.

So much so that I didn’t miss someone because of this:

"You don't even let your son go."

"Dad~Dad~Dad~"

Seeing that the man didn't respond, and didn't mean to cook him breakfast at all, Jiang Qingchi tried his best to act like a baby.

Jiang Beiyuan pursed the corners of his lips, bent over and hugged him.

"Go to the room and change clothes first, don't disturb your mother to sleep."

"Well, don't go back to the room!!!"

The little guy was pulling Jiang Beiyuan's neck tightly, looking at him pitifully.

Those eyes were clear and bright, big, with a hazy mist of water.

Jiang Beiyuan snorted, "Wetting the bed again?"

"No, no..."

"I knew I should call you Jiang Sanshui, bedwetting king."

Kicked open the door of his son's room and put him on the carpet, Jiang Beiyuan pulled up a big wet sheet with a stern face, and threw it into the dirty clothes bucket.

Come back at night to wash the sheets for him.

"Dad is the best..."

Jiang Qingchi sitting cross-legged on the ground, for fear that Jiang Beiyuan would be angry, holding his small mouth, the little guy's eyes would see where his father went.

When it comes to being so cute and cute, he doesn't lose to his mother.

Jiang Beiyuan picked up his son again.

Hold with one hand.

The little guy lay on his back obediently and kissed his clean neck.

"Dad, I love you."

"Yep."

Jiang Beiyuan walked towards the kitchen blankly.

"Why is Dad unhappy?"

"what?"

"Why does my dad laugh when my mom tells my dad that I love you? But when Ochi says I love you, my dad is unhappy."

"Oh."

Jiang Beiyuan walked to the kitchen, holding his son in one hand, turned on the natural gas, poured oil, and randomly broke two eggs into the pot.

"Dad doesn't love me..."

The little guy was so wronged, his eyes immediately turned red, holding his small mouth, and picking his fingers helplessly.

"Ok."

Jiang Beiyuan responded indifferently, holding the baby in his left hand and cooking with a spatula in his right hand.

"Wow--!!"

When he heard his father say he didn't love him, Jiang Qingchi's psychological defense suddenly collapsed.

Before Jiang Beiyuan told him to hold back, he heard the movement coming over barefoot with a toothbrush in his mouth.

Seeing Jiang Qingchi who was soggy with tears, he was speechless.

It started again.

"Jiang Beiyuan, you made my son cry again!"

"You go put on shoes."

Seeing her barefoot, Jiang Beiyuan scolded her unhappyly, with serious expressions between his eyes.

Yannian silently changed his shoes, then rinsed his mouth, and then walked out to the kitchen again.

Jiang Qingchi stopped crying, but with long eyelashes with tears hanging on Jiang Beiyuan, he kept twitching his nose.

When his son cried, Yannian felt distressed and went to take toilet paper and wipe his nose.

"What did your father do to you? Tell mom!"