Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Mu Yanzhu suddenly felt dry and dry, and his heart missed a beat.

This is the first time Jiang Qingchi has talked to her about this topic. He originally thought it was very remote. When he said that, it seemed that marriage was close at hand.

But think about it again, get married...

It's like a cloud floating in the sky, so unrealistic.

"Whatever you have to wait until you graduate from university and your job is stable, then you can buy a house." Mu Yanzhu licked the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Qingchi said, lowering his eyebrows.

He put his hands in front of her, leaned down, his forehead was facing her, and his black eyes contained her reflection alone. .

"Then when can I want you?"

Mu Yanzhu directly pushed him away.

"No...no, absolutely not."

"..." Jiang Qingchi snorted and went to the bathroom to shave.

Undressing as she walked, she didn't look right, she took off the sweater inside and threw her on the bed without looking back.

From Mu Yanzhu's perspective, he can only see his smooth and firm back, and his wheaten skin is the healthiest skin tone for boys.

be terribly upset.

She hurriedly climbed to the computer desk and tried to use work to distract her, but she couldn't calm down anyhow, she knew that Jiang Qingchi was taking a bath inside.

Phoo~ Stop your imagination, Mu Yanzhu.

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Jiang Qingchi slept with Muran the first night.

Was kicked by Mu Yanzhu.

Even if he repeatedly promised that he occupies a small space for sleep, that would not work.

"Sister...My brother-in-law seems to be uncomfortable living in this old house. He scratched his ears and itchy all night, just like allergies. He won't let me tell you about it."

Muran risked his life to tell Mu Yanzhu this.

Mu Yanzhu was washing, listening to this, holding a toothbrush, turning his head, he saw Jiang Qingchi standing under the faucet washing his face.

Grandma's house has limited hot water, and she uses cold water to wash her face. The hands of the young master's skin and tender meat are already frozen red, and the pair of canvas shoes under his feet are stained with dust.

His embarrassment was given to her, and his informality was given to her.

Mu Yanzhu spit out the foam in his mouth, walked over, wiped Jiang Qingchi's face, and sighed and said, "Don't live here."

"Mu Yanzhu, I only came the next day, so why did you drive me away?!"

"Hey isn't—"

Mu Yanzhu leaned over and whispered in his ears on tiptoes: "My mother had a house in her natal family. Only I know about this. My grandma and my uncle don't know about it. Go live there."

What she said, Jiang Qingchi didn't hear a word, her soft and sweet fragrance was in her ears, which hooked his soul away, and after Mu Yanzhu finished speaking, he secretly kissed her.

"You brought in on the initiative, don't rely on me."

Mu Yanzhu: "..."

On the bus, Mu Yanzhu met Zhang Lulu again.

We chatted with her for a while and arrived at the destination.

Mu Yanzhu's mother's house is located in the town. It is an old building, but the environment and security are good. It is on the third floor.

As soon as he entered the door, Mu Yanzhu hurriedly opened the window to ventilate the smell of dust.

Jiang Qingchi was really not diligent, leaning on the sofa, holding his head with both hands, looking at Mu Yanzhu with a cute expression.

"Jiang Yan, this place is good, bigger than your grandma's."

"Nonsense, my grandma left it for my mother, and the real estate certificate still writes my mother's name."

"Then why don't you tell your grandma and your uncle?"

"...My uncle, not as good as you think."

"Last time you went home and went back to school, the mood was abnormal. Was it because of your uncle?"

Mu Yanzhu made no sound.

Jiang Qingchi thought that the Eighth Achievement was over, and a little thought appeared in his eyes, "Your father's house was sold by your uncle, right?"

"My family's affairs, you must not mix up."

"I don't, I want to blend, I am your object, your future day!"

Mu Yanzhu's heart jumped, "You are not Atlas, you don't need to hold the sky."

Jiang Qingchi did not listen to her story: "Dating in love without the purpose of getting married is a hooliganism."

"Ah... I'll go and pack your suitcase."

Mu Yanzhu is like that. When he escapes, he likes to turn off the topic. Looking around, he didn't see Jiang Qingchi's suitcase.

Someone realized in hindsight, "Ah..."

He frowned innocently, "It seems, got off the bus."

Mu Yanzhu: "..."

Call the service hotline of the bus. It's noon. The bus has arrived at the stop and didn't leave.

Mu Yanzhu asked Jiang Qingchi to wait here, and then went to the bus terminal by himself. The driver was still there. He smiled and said that there were no boxes in the car, and asked Mu Yanzhu if he had a mistake.

impossible!

"Master, please think about it. A **** box, leather and zipper."

"I seem to remember, it looks like I was taken away by a beautiful woman."

"Beauty? Is she wearing purple fur, she is tall, wavy, and her hair is linen green!"

"Yes, it's her. I remember her green hair is quite conspicuous. Normal people don't dye it like this."

"..."

Mu Yanzhu's mind caught up.

Isn't this what Zhang Lulu took? !

Fortunately, she still kept the contact information of several elementary school classmates. After finding out Zhang Lulu's phone number, she hurriedly called Zhang Lulu.

Zhang Lulu smiled, "I was about to contact you. I didn't expect you to have already contacted me. The box, right? In my case, I think you two forgot to take it. Are you coming over to take it or me to give it to you?"

"I'll take it, where are you now?"

After hanging up the phone, Mu Yanzhu took a taxi to Zhang Lulu's house.

I thought this Lulu wasn't a good stubbornness, and what did I say I was thinking about contacting her...

It's been two hours, and I haven't seen her contact her. Mingming Primary School has her QQ number in the QQ group. If she is really interested, she will add it no matter what.

When I went to Zhang Lulu's house, Mu Yanzhu didn't stay long, so he took the box and wanted to leave.

Zhang Lulu held Mu Yanzhu.

"Oh, yes, I saw your aunt arguing with your grandma two days ago, it was very quarrelsome."

Mu Yanzhu was taken aback, "How do you know?"

"Oh, isn't there a supermarket opposite your aunt's house? I went shopping and looked at it. I heard that it was your aunt who planned to sell your parents' graves. Your grandma disagrees."

Mu Yanzhu's two fists were squeezed and tightened, her internal organs were filled with unprecedented anger, and the curved almond eyes were ignited by the flame, and they could be detonated only by a wire. But soon, all the anger was covered by her.

"I see, thanks."

Mu Yanzhu pushed Jiang Qingchi's box away.

After I went back, I saw Jiang Qingchi lying on the sofa playing games like an uncle, and those two long legs that were nowhere to be placed on the coffee table, leisurely wandering, so uncomfortable.

The twenty-year-old rich son is spoiled and unruly by nature. Many things cannot be changed in a short time.

Mu Yanzhuqi didn't hit it.

"Your suitcase-mum, here you are."

Pushing the box over, Uncle Jiang didn't lift his head, "Let it go, I will pack it later."

"You can get up and clean up now! I don't have so much time to spend with you! Also, in my house, can you be careful not to throw the apple core on the ground after eating it. Am I your nanny? Waiting for me to give it Do you clean?"

How can she not be angry?

Working hard to find him a box, because it contains not only his clothes, but also his ID card, student ID, etc., she is afraid that he will be anxious.

But as for him, it doesn't matter how he hangs up.

Jiang Qingchi lost his mobile phone and hurriedly got up, "Daughter-in-law, I was wrong. I can explain the apple core on the ground. I threw it in the trash can. I didn't throw it in. I swear I threw it as a shot."

"Are you still in the mood to be poor with me?!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I will clean up now, I must clean up for you? Don't be angry."

"I'm too lazy to be angry with you, I have something, I'm going back, you can live here by yourself!"

Mu Yanzhu finished speaking and left.

Not kidding.

Walking far away, I heard someone calling her behind him, knowing that Jiang Qingchi was chasing her, and didn't look back.

Until he grabbed his arm and met his anxious and nervous face.

Looking down, he saw him with bare feet, stepping on the cold ground ten degrees below zero.

At that moment, everything was gone, only distressed and helpless, "Silly! Go upstairs!"

"I'll give it to you, where are you going?... Ah wrong."

She was embarrassed as she said, and touched her nose.

"This is not my site. I don't have a car. I forgot."

Mu Yanzhu's sorrow and sorrow melted into water and bubbling out, "You go back, isn't it cold on the ground?!"

"Then do you come to see me at night?"

"It depends on what you do. There is no shortage of water and electricity. You can order takeaway when you are hungry."

"I heard that there are many ghosts in the village, I am afraid of it alone!"

"This is the town, don't worry, the ghosts in the village can't make it through."

Mu Yanzhu pushed him and told him to go upstairs quickly.

If it hadn't been for the fact that she couldn't hold him, she would have been holding him by a princess now, lifted him up, and then put the two cold feet in her arms like the domineering president.

Then, he put the little petite in his arms and said while kissing him: "You are not allowed to go out without shoes in the future. Let's not take it as an example!"

Fantasy is fantasy, reality is reality.

The reality is that Jiang Qingchi ran back with a "puck".

I can see that the cold is enough, and the running posture is crooked.

Mu Yanzhu wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh.

It turns out that love makes people foolish.