Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Okay, Doctor Jiang, did you give it to Mrs. Jiang?" the little nurse said.

"Thank you, running errands will give you 30% of the rose money."

Jiang Beiyuan said softly, without saying much.

Upon hearing this, the little nurse's eyes lit up.

You know, a bruce rose in Lucheng costs 10 yuan, even if it is a cheap rose, it costs more than eight yuan.

Jiang Beiyuan asked for 521 red roses, multiplied by 521 by 10, and then gave her 30%...

That's a lot of money!

"Doctor Jiang, you are really the most affectionate man in our hospital! It is a blessing to which woman marries you! How happy!"

After boasting Jiang Beiyuan's flattery, the little nurse pursed her lips and smiled and went out.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Beiyuan got off work, holding a large bouquet of red roses in his arms, the handsome man, his clothes fluttered as he walked, and the sick people and doctors who caused him were all looking at him.

Evening is just right, handsome guy with flowers, like wine, sweetness just right.

Jiang Beiyuan put the bright and dripping roses in the back seat of the car, and was about to drive to pick up the words. The car started up, only then did he remember that his son was still staying with Zhang Fan.

Silently backed up and went back to the hospital, then got out of the car to hold his son.

At this moment, in Zhang Fan’s lounge, 34-year-old Doctor Zhang was pointed to his face by a little guy under 3 years old holding a scalpel, raising his hands and retreating steadily.

"Hahaha Uncle Zhang, don't be afraid, just let me give you the whole face, I promise, I will be like those plastic surgery uncles on TV, I will make you look like my father is handsome!"

"I don't! Smelly boy, you have to get close to me!"

Zhang Fan, who withdrew to the door, was sweating coldly, and his feet were heavy. Looking back, he accidentally stepped on Jiang Beiyuan's shoes.

"Lao Jiang! You came just right! Take your son away quickly!"

As if seeing a savior, Zhang Fan hurriedly hugged Jiang Beiyuan without letting go.

Jiang Beiyuan pushed him away impatiently and leaned against the wall, looking lazily at his son with a knife.

Stinky boy, holding a knife is as casual as holding a gun.

"Will you transfer?"

"Huh?" As soon as he said to turn the knife, the little guy persuaded, "I don't know how to...

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan walked over, took the scalpel from his hand, held the handle, and flexed his slender and well-proportioned fingers a few times.

After reaping the admiration and admiration of his son's eyes, he faintly looked at Zhang Fan, and pointed at Zhang Fan with the tip of the knife.

"why?"

"Seeing blood quickly."

"Good dad!" Jiang Qingchi, who knew everything, smiled darkly.

"Jiang Beiyuan!! I'll go to your uncle to get a kick!!!"

Poor Zhang Fan stood firmly against the wall until Jiang Beiyuan hugged Jiang Qingchi and left, and Zhang Fan’s hysterical roar from the depths of his soul came from the consultation room.

"Jiang Beiyuan don't let me show you the kids in the future!!!"

...

Jiang Qingchi, who was placed in the passenger seat, saw a large bouquet of roses in the back seat as soon as he got in the car.

"Dad! Is this a flower for mom?"

"Ok."

Sitting in the main seat, Jiang Beiyuan finally restarted the car.

"Aunt Ding and Uncle Xu, you choose yourself."

"Aunt Ding!" Jiang Qingchi did not hesitate.

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan made no sound, and the car went straight on the main road.

The scent of roses filled the carriage.

The little guy wearing the seat belt spreads his fingers and closes it again, doing this several times back and forth.

"Dad, I can play with your scalpel in the hospital from now on. I want to spin the knife as flexibly as you."

"No."

"why?"

One hundred thousand why Jiang Qingchi, this time before Jiang Beiyuan could answer, he dragged a long voice "Oh~".

"I see. Dad is afraid of Ochi being injured, and then Dad feels sorry for me, right!"

"I really don't see you hurt."

At the intersection ahead, Jiang Beiyuan turned a corner, his lips twitched, and the little guy's expectant eyes made a certain man smile:

"I just can't see your mother cry."

Jiang Qingchi: "..."

Ten minutes later, the car stopped right in front of Ding Baoyi's house.

Ding Baoyi said that he would go downstairs to pick up Jiang Qingchi himself, instead of going up Jiang Beiyuan.

"Dad, you and mom will definitely have babies tonight, right?"

The little guy is a big fart, but he knows a lot.

Jiang Beiyuan looked sideways at his clear eyes, "Do you really want your mother to have a baby?"

Feeling Jiang Beiyuan’s bad tone, Jiang Qingchi shrank his neck, "Dachi just wants to experience the feeling of being a brother, and I don’t want to be alone..."

"Then do you want to be alone, or do you want your mother to die?"

"I don't want my mother to die!"

As soon as Jiang Beiyuan's words fell, Jiang Qingchi said nervously.

Looking at Jiang Beiyuan's eyes, he grabbed Jiang Beiyuan's hand, his little hand trembling.

"Dad, I don't want my mother to die, I want you all to be well!"

"Yep."

Jiang Beiyuan lightly brushed away the little meat claw, unceremoniously: "Then you will be alone."

Jiang Qingchi: "..."

Ding Baoyi came to pick up the child, and Jiang Beiyuan drove to Jiangnian Company.

The purple setting sun shone in obliquely, his sleeves half-rolled, the slender joints of his driving were covered with golden light, and his eyebrows became gentle and warm.

When Jiang Beiyuan's car turned to the fork in the road ahead, the phone rang suddenly...

The caller ID showed that it was his father Jiang Guoteng.