Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Mu Yanzhu's heart seemed to be on a motor, beating faster to the eye of his throat.

"Got it! Go to bed early, good night!"

Hung up the phone, lying on the bed calmly heartbeat.

It's been almost half a year, but he still feels his heartbeat speeding up.

I love you too, Jiang Qingchi.

Otherwise, I won't be willing to pay for you.

...

Mu Yanzhu woke up early the next morning, went to go through the discharge procedures, and then went to the mall.

She always pays attention to the price-performance ratio when buying clothes for herself, and feels that it is best to be affordable and cheap.

For Jiang Qingchi, I want to buy him the best.

I bought three men's inner warehouses, all of which were bought in specialty stores. When I paid the money, it was like cutting off a piece of meat. Three of them cost 600 yuan.

The clerk smiled and looked at Mu Yanzhu, "You bought it for your father?"

"No, give me a man—"

Paused.

Mu Yanzhu hooked his mouth, "Bought it for my husband."

The clerk said, "But you look very young, are you married?"

"Yes, married."

People don’t know if she is really married anyway.

This pretentious way of showing off satisfies the vanity that she lacks because of her inferiority complex, or it is a kind of subconscious self-comfort.

She will definitely marry Jiang Qingchi in the future.

I used to feel contented if I could associate with him.

I don't think so now.

The more you associate, the more you love, and the more you love, the more you plan for the future. He calls her "daughter-in-law" and "daughter-in-law" every day, and he will definitely marry her in the future. Mu Yanzhu has never been so persistent and determined to do something.

"Come on."

Jiang Qingchi had just woke up, unkempt, kicked his slippers, and opened the door for Mu Yanzhu while yawning.

When Mu Yanzhu looked at his watch, it was already half past nine, but the young master did not wake up?

Sure enough, life is not as regular as school.

Entering the door, the eyes are full of mess, the sofa pillow fell to the ground, there are earphones entangled on the ground, and his bedroom, the bedding is wrapped in a ball piled, the curtains are tightly drawn, a little light Can't get in.

"Chun!" The fire was burning in Mu Yanzhu's heart, and even the polar glaciers could not be eliminated.

"Jiang Qingchi, did you bring the beauty here last night?"

Jiang Qingchi was taken aback for a moment, and then became angry, "What nonsense are you talking about."

"The house is so messy, I thought someone was here."

Jiang Qingchi exhaled.

"I played a game last night, and it's been all night. You can't blame me. Your brother gave me a game for Amway, which is very fun."

Mu Yanzhu felt that this young master was good everywhere, but it was not good to be too proud!

Especially the appearance of the person who was throwing the pot for granted.

"Yes, I blame my brother, and I also blame! Fortunately, I got up at six today and went to the mall to buy you the inner library. Isn’t it because you’re afraid that you don’t have any clothes to wear? Do you know how cold it is to go back and forth in winter? Waiting for others to serve you like a master, what about me? Who can understand how tired I am every day?"

Mu Yanzhu turned around and left after speaking.

Jiang Qingchi went to pull her hand and was flicked away by her. Now even looking at this handsome face, she couldn't calm the anger in her heart.

He took out the inner library he bought from his schoolbag and threw it directly on Jiang Qingchi's face.

"Here you! I won't come anymore. You live here by yourself. You can live as long as you want. You can do whatever you like!"

"Didn't you just say yes last night, don't you quarrel..." Jiang Qingchi pursed the corner of his mouth, and took Mu Yanzhu's hand.

"That was what I said last night! How do I know your cleanliness can only last for half an hour? Why did you say that I liked to invest in you so much? What is good about you? Why do I like you so much What?"

After Mu Yanzhu finished speaking, he completely broke away from him, slammed the door and left.

She took a taxi this time, and she didn't want to cry on the bus, ashamed.

The taxi driver asked her what happened, and Mu Yanzhu shook his head.

She doesn't like to express her emotions in front of outsiders.

The driver smiled: "People are living hard these years, but ah, there is nothing to pass."

"Oh, yes."

Anyone can live away from anyone, whether heart-piercing love, or vigorous love, will fall back to dull over time.

She was just uncomfortable, he was standing still when she was planning the future.

Love is not just talking about it, since he asked her "when will you marry me", she already has the idea of ​​marrying him.

But sorry, forgive her for being in front of him, for the time being unable to see plans for the future.

...

The phone rang, and it was Jiang Qingchi who called her.

If a woman is angry, it's weird to be able to answer the phone.

Mu Yanzhu turned off the machine and went back to grandma's house, and saw that grandma was looking for something.

Mu Yanzhu asked the old man what he was looking for.

The old lady flashed her eyes, shook her head and said it was all right.

"Smoke candle, who was that young man yesterday, did you make a boyfriend?"

"...Hmm." Mu Yanzhu didn't hide it.

"Hahana guy, I think it's pretty good, very honest."

Mu Yanzhu snorted, "He is young and vigorous."

"What's wrong? Isn't it good to be young and vigorous?"

"It's not bad... Grandma, he is four years younger than me. People say that there is a generation gap at the age of three. There is a generation gap between me and him."

"Hahaha love is here, so what do you do?"

The old man is more enlightened than her.

Mu Yanzhu returned to his room, wrote a day's manuscript, completely cut off the communication equipment, it can be said that he was completely isolated from the world.

It wasn't until 10:30 in the evening that I turned on the phone that I had been off for a day after taking a shower, and was vaguely expecting Jiang Qingchi to send her a message.

He didn't let her down and sent a lot...

"Daughter-in-law, I was wrong."

"Daughter-in-law, are you here today?"

"Daughter-in-law, I was really wrong, ooh."

"Good wife, soft wife..."

I sent more than ten.

Mu Yanzhu looked at it one by one, with the corners of his mouth raised. When he saw the last one, two pear vortices appeared with a smile.

"Daughter-in-law, come over tomorrow, I will cook for you!"

Does Jiang Qingchi still cook?

This night Mu Yanzhu slept very well, without insomnia or thinking too much. She found that Jiang Qingchi seemed to care about her more than she thought. It was this feeling of care that made her fall asleep.

A good night dream.

Mu Yanzhu woke up early the next morning.

She has developed a biological clock, and at the moment the sun rises, she wakes up with the sunlight that descends on the earth.

Mu Yanzhu cleaned up and went to his home in the town. He rang the doorbell to give Jiang Qingchi a surprise.

The latter opened the door, saw that it was her, and hugged her without saying a word.

"It's coming!"

Jiang Qingchi rubbed Mu Yanzhu's hair and took her in.

Mu Yanzhu looked around.

The floor is mopped so brightly that it can be used as a mirror. The table is clean. The tablecloth is neatly covered without a trace of dust and wrinkles. The mattress in his bedroom is also flat and his wardrobe is cleaned. .

Compared with yesterday's sloppy, there are two extremes.

Jiang Qingchi stood behind Mu Yanzhu and scratched his hair, "This is already my limit, so if you are still dissatisfied, I will be out of trouble!"

"Not bad. No, very good! Must be praised!"

"Well, you are satisfied, but don't tell my mother, if she knows that I am so good at cleaning, she will definitely not ask my brother to do work in the future, so she will call me."

"I know, I won't say."

Mu Yanzhu smiled and cleared his throat, "I haven't eaten breakfast yet, I'm so hungry."

He smiled, "You wait, I'm cooking, I'm almost done."

Then I went to work in the kitchen.

Mu Yanzhu stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Jiang Qingchi while still wearing an apron, and lost his breath for a while.

I don't know if the other couples also quarreled like them.

However, she got angry quickly and passed away quickly, probably because she paid too much attention to details.

Hugging Jiang Qingchi's waist from behind.

"Do you really know how to cook?"

"To tell you, this thing is inherited. I should have inherited it from my dad. At home, my dad cooks."

"Then what are you doing now?" Mu Yanzhu stretched his head and looked around.

"I bought potatoes, cabbage, tomatoes, lamb and beef yesterday, fry a cabbage, and make another potato shreds?"

Mu Yanzhu nodded, "Two dishes are enough. Let's eat for both of us. You can cook less."

After speaking, he continued to hold him and put his face on his back.

His tall figure and broad back gave her a great sense of security.

At this moment, I can't tell the calmness in my heart. I have never felt the smell of oily smoke so good. This is Jiang Qingchi's way of serving soft. For Mu Yanzhu, this method is very useful.

No matter how angry I was yesterday, but when I saw him again the next day, every cell in my body was telling me that, in fact, I really miss you, and I am not that angry anymore.

The dishes were served, and Mu Yanzhu didn't expect Jiang Qingchi to cook well. Not to mention it was particularly delicious, but it was not unpalatable.

Jiang Qingchi put meat in a candle bowl for Mu Yan, while looking at her, "Don't be angry from now on, every time you break out, you will startle me."

"Do you think I am willing to be angry? Tell you to keep clean, you don't listen; tell you not to stay up late, go to bed early, you don't listen; tell you to play games less, you don't listen."

"Well, I know, my bad habits will change in the future." Jiang Qingchi surrendered.

Mu Yanzhu nodded, and the two of them ate quietly.

During the meal, she would secretly glance at him, feeling that this servant has really changed a lot.

In the past, she didn't dare to lose her temper at him, she had to follow the lion's hair, a little bit.

I still remember that when he just added his WeChat account, he was very cold and would never take the initiative to chat with her.

She didn't dare to bother him, every time she just said "Good morning" and "Good night", knowing that the gap lies. He is positive and sunny, optimistic, she is very sensitive and introverted, and many of her ideas are very narrow, even extreme.

Occasionally met on the road, he walked over without squinting and passed her by, like two strangers, each having their own lives in each other's world, without getting involved or participating.

At that time, I never thought I would sit face to face at a table for dinner today.

"What do you think?"

Jiang Qingchi snapped his fingers in front of Mu Yanzhu.

Mu Yanzhu smiled, "It's nothing, think of some past things."

"What's the matter? About whom? Male and female?"

"You said you are a male or female?" Don't make her laugh while eating.

Jiang Qingchi snorted, "Making fun of your husband."

"I'm thinking, you used to disregard me, I think you hate me so much, and I don't know how it has developed to this day, like a dream, unreal."

He smiled, bowed his head to eat without explaining.

Seeing Jiang Qingchi's silence, Mu Yanzhu came in interest, "When did you start to like me? Was it the day of the physical test?"

"I won't tell you."

"Hi—" She pretended to be angry.

Jiang Qingchi still did not say.

Tsundere Jin came up, but didn't say anything.

Then after eating, the two of them lay on the sofa greasy and crooked, Jiang Qingchi rubbed Mu Yanzhu's hair, both of them were thirsty and lazy, and they were reluctant to move to pour water when they were full.

Jiang Qingchi is replenishing his brain, if there is a child who asks them to use it at this time.

That child had better be as obedient and sensible as Jiang San'er, don't be naughty, and then give the child to his mother if he gets tired of playing with him, so as not to yell at him every day that the child is not cute.

This idea is perfect.

Jiang Qingchi hugged Mu Yanzhu tightly.

Both of them liked this little happiness of not being disturbed.

...

...

"Grandma, what are you looking for?"

Mu Yanzhu went back in the afternoon and saw that the old man was still looking for something.

But facing Mu Yanzhu, the old lady smiled and said it was all right.

Mu Yanzhu didn't believe it, so he called Muran and said that he should know.

"Oh! Sister, the vegetables grown in my grandma's vegetable garden were burnt out in the evening. Although they weren't valuable vegetables, my grandma was so distressed that she was crying. She must have been in a trance because of this in the past two days."

"Who burned the vegetable garden? Has it been monitored?" Mu Yanzhu asked.

"Hey, where is the monitoring of the vegetable garden? The monitoring is so expensive, and grandma has no money."

"I remember grandma's vegetable garden is diagonally across from your house, isn't it? There is no surveillance at your door?"

"Nonsense. My mother said that surveillance is too expensive, and it hasn't been safe."

Hearing this, Mu Yanzhu pursed his lips.

After a while, he said:

"If surveillance is installed at your door, and the vegetable garden diagonally opposite is photographed, who would dare to enter the vegetable garden to cook vegetables?"

"Sister, do you think my mother did this... My mother is very careful."

"Not necessarily." Mu Yanzhu calmly said, "These days some people can't see others have a good life, so in private, they like to do things that can't come to the table."

In the countryside, it is commonplace to burn vegetable gardens, crops, and even grass houses.

The countryside is still not as developed as the cities, and there is monitoring in every corner of the city, allowing criminals to hide.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Qingchi also came to Mu Yanzhu's grandma's house.

He was purely clinging to Mu Yanzhu. Seeing Mu Yanzhu frowning at the moment, he asked patiently.

Mu Yanzhu talked to him.

Jiang Qingchi: "I will monitor my grandma! I have money!"

"No, this monitoring must be safe for my uncle and aunt."

"That's not easy? If I go to his house and beat him up again, he must have to do it!"

Mu Yanzhu was able to fly crows on his head, rubbing his temples with one hand.

"Brother, can you call your brother? Don't use your fists this time. Use wisdom. Don't interfere in this matter."

Don't let him interfere?

Jiang Qingchi snorted, "Why don't you rely on me for anything."

"No, I can solve this kind of trivial matter, so I don't need to rely on you. I won't be able to solve a major issue in the future, and then I will rely on you again, classmate Jiang He."

"..." Jiang Qingchi snorted proudly again.

He wanted to see how Mu Yanzhu could solve this problem by himself.

After all, he knew who her uncle and aunt were, especially her aunt, who was tricky and selfish, and he didn't know how to describe it.

...

"Son, son—"

Zheng Ru went home at noon and kept calling Muran's name.

Muran is sitting on the sofa and playing games. This is the young man who is about to enter the entrance examination. He has a good mentality, "What's wrong with mom?"

Zheng Ru pointed at the door, his mouth crooked in anxiousness, "Who scratched our electric bottle car? Did you see it?"

Muran blinked, "I don't know, I didn't see it, I just came back from the tutoring class during the day."

"Oh! If I want to know whose wild child did it, I have to whip him twice!"

"Mom, don't you just install a monitor at the door?" Muran was tempted.

"Just for such a thing to monitor? You give me Qian An monitor!"

Zheng Ru finished cooking and went to the kitchen.

Then I finished dinner at noon and went out.

She had nothing to do in the factory today. She came back at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. She took out the key and opened the door. The lock couldn't be opened.

No, this is the key.

I opened it several times before and after, but I couldn't open it!

I called my husband, and he said he didn't change the lock.

Zheng Ru was so angry that he stomped the ground twice, so he had to find a master who picked the lock and broke the lock.

"Your lock has been modified, and it's normal that it can't be opened."

Is the good lock modified? !

She was fine when she went out at noon!

"Master, who modified it?"

"You ask me how do I know? I'm just a lock repairer."

"Then, is this lock unusable?"

"Of course, you have to change to a new lock."

Zheng Ru felt a pain, "How much is a lock?"

"50."

"So expensive? Why don't you grab it?"

"Forget it if it is too expensive."

"Good, good, I'll buy it!"

Zheng Ru gritted his teeth to pay, then returned home, put down the bag, and called Mu Yanzhu without a word.

The end of the phone was connected, and before Mu Yanzhu could speak, Zheng Ru covered her face:

"Did the dead girl pry the lock of my house? Relying on your ability, you think you can do it? Don't you just want me to monitor and follow the vegetable garden? I tell you, I just Don't do what you want! I, if it's security surveillance, I will cut off my head and put it at your door!"

"Did you finish?"

The cold, chilly voice followed the sound waves, and Zheng Ru shivered with the cold.

Not Mu Yanzhu's voice!

The voice was so familiar, Zheng Ru quickly realized that he almost pushed her husband Jiang Qingchi in the well.

"Why, what's wrong, did I make a mistake? Just say that she picked the lock?"

"Auntie, you have no evidence, how can I say that I picked the lock?"

Mu Yanzhu answered the phone, and signaled Jiang Qingchi to be safe, and then said: "Auntie, you just said that you cut your head off and put it at the door, is that true?"

"Hehe, do you think I can definitely monitor it?"

"Surveillance must be safe, of course-aunt's head, I dare not ask for it."

After calmly speaking, Mu Yanzhu hung up.

Jiang Qingchi frowned, "Why don't you scold her?"

"If you scold her, will she be monitored?"

"That's better than holding it in my heart!"

"Relax, I'm not angry, she must be monitored today."

"Do you still have any tricks? You changed her house lock, and she was not moved."

"Young master, don't worry, I started from the nature of a woman." Mu Yanzhu patted his chin bone and chuckled.

Jiang Qingchi was dubious, but he felt that his wife, who was so successful in Hungary, was very temperamental.

She was originally the type that looks more attractive the more she looks. If she looks right, she won’t be able to see enough, and she won’t be able to see enough for a lifetime.

He leaned in to admire the smoke candle.

"Forget it, I don't care about you this time, but I am irritable and you don't care about me. Anyway, there are no two calm people in a family."

Mu Yanzhu convinced his logic!

...

"Mother Muran, when you were away during the day, I saw Dad Muran and a woman tugging at your door. It was hard to separate."

My neighbor, Aunt Li, is notoriously big mouth, and every evening she comes over and chats with Zheng Ru.

Zheng Ru wrinkled his brows into walnuts when he heard this, "Impossible, are you wrong? My father Muran is serious."

"Maybe I was wrong. I looked at a man in front of your house. He was wearing a black jacket, black leather shoes, and shiny leather shoes. He was also tall and thin like Dad Muran."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Ru's brows were almost constipated.

The husband does have a black jacket and a pair of shiny black shoes.

She bought these for him two days ago.

After returning home full of contempt, the two of them sat on the east end of the sofa and the other on the west end of the sofa.

Muran lowered his head to play the game, Zheng Ru walked over and beat him.

"Every time I see you, you are playing games, and the final exam is not taken, right?"

"Mom, I just picked up the phone, you know how to read it."

"Go to do your homework, or your phone will be confiscated, and don't take it to school!"

"..." Muran narrowed her mouth and walked away.

Zheng Ru went to her husband Mu Gang's side.

Mu Gang was also playing on the phone, but chatting.

Zheng Ru came over, "Who are you chatting with?"

"Who do you care about me chatting with?"

Mu Gang's face was still a little bruised, and the corners of his mouth crooked when he spoke, which made him feel very happy.

He doesn't like his wife to spy on his own privacy, because he doesn't spy on his wife's privacy himself, so he feels his heart is more than his heart.

Zheng Ru became angry, "Are you guilty? If there is nothing, why don't you show it to me?!"

"Hmm—Look, see, see!"

Turn on the phone and show her, just chatting with a few friends, all from the same town.

Zheng Ru squeezed his arm fiercely, "Then why didn't you show it to me just now? Li Hong said that she saw you pulling and tugging with a woman during the day. Who did you say that woman was?"

"What kind of woman? Do you believe in Li Hong's mouth? The dead can be said to be alive by her!"

"Then why didn't you show me your phone just now?!"

Women are afraid to go around.

Men are also afraid of going around, going around endlessly, they have to buckle a **** basin on your head.

With such noise in his ears, Mu Gang lost his patience no matter what.

"Enough for you, I didn't go anywhere today. I just wandered around the door of my house. If you don't believe me, ask my son."

"Dad, I went to the remedial class during the day, and I can't testify to you." Muran, who was leaning on the door of his room, quickly picked out himself.

Zheng Ru hammered her husband's shoulder hard.

"Li Hong said I saw it at our door! You still don't admit it!"

"There is nothing, what am I admitting? You're crazy and endless, right?!"

The shoulder was hurting. Mu Gang was completely impatient after being hammered by her, so he pushed his wife down.

Zheng Ru stumbled for several steps and fell to the ground, squatting on his butt, grinning in pain, and trying to get up on the floor when he touched a piece of hair.

black hair!

Still long black hair!

Not hers!

She just dyed red hair!

"Well, you Mu Gang, I think your face hurts, so I won't let you go out to work. I was exhausted and ran the factory during the day. I had to come back at noon to cook for your father and I. That's how you treated me? Whose does this hair belong to?"

Tugging at the collar of her husband, I have to ask why.

How did Mu Gang know who this hair belonged to? He didn't want to scold his wife, but Zheng Ru asked him like he was crazy and beat him.

Muran leaning at the door: "Mom, don't you know who it is if you adjust the monitor to see if it is."

"Yes, yes, adjust the monitor! I will adjust now!"

Zheng Ru was furious and lost his sanity. Following his son's words, Zheng Ru quickly went to the monitor.

Mu Gang irritated, "Are you really crazy, aren't you? Where is our surveillance?"

"Monitor now! I think you dare not maintain that little watch in the future!"

With that, Zheng Ru gave Muran a look.

"Muran, now I'm looking for you Zhang Shuer'an to monitor. I want the best, and it's best to follow the whole street!"

"Gotta Mom."

Muran jumped out of the house like a rabbit.

The moon today is really round and big.

Going to Zhang Shuer's house, Muran called her classmates while jumping, "Hey Han Liang, my sister just bought me new equipment, wait for me for half an hour, I will go online to abuse them!"

...

"Grandma, you have set up surveillance for your vegetable garden, and you will follow it 24 hours a day, so you don't have to worry about being burned by someone in the future!"

Jiang Qingchi said to the old man cheerfully.

Today is New Year's Day. Every household is setting off firecrackers, crackling, making the old lady's ears a little bit back, "What are you talking about?"

"I said-I will monitor you! From now on, you can grow vegetables with peace of mind!"

"Hey, good, good,"

The old lady heard clearly now, and patted Jiang Qingchi on the back with tears.

"Good son, thank you!"

"It's okay! Thank you granddaughter for her contribution!"

Jiang Qingchi proudly and proudly explained that he felt like he was his granddaughter.

and many more--

What's wrong!

"Grandma, I am not your son!"

"Hey, hey, good grandson!" the old lady said heartily, now satisfied.

What is Jiang Qingchi satisfied with...

It's almost the same.

"I am not your grandson either! I am your grandson-in-law!"

I don't have to explain so much, I want to find my wife and tell her the good news.

I really like her more and more, and now I finally understand why I like her so much.

Because she complements him, she has a lot of qualities that he doesn't have. She is calm and restrained, knows how to forbear, know how to choose, and has ideals but it is not good to go ahead.

Of course, like him, she is sincere in her feelings, and sincere to the people she loves.

She who laughs, she who cries, she who is silly, who lives hard, who is strong, who is beautiful, who is filial...

As long as it is her, Jiang Qingchi likes and likes it very much.

But where is the daughter-in-law now?

The time he went out to call Muran, how come his wife was gone when he came back?

Old lady: "Smoke candles just made dumplings at home. Where did you go now? Why don't you go out and look for them."

Jiang Qingchi galloped on the street.

Every household is firing cannons, and there are no strict regulations in the cities in rural areas. It is not unusual to fire cannons during festivals.

In the smoke, Jiang Qingchi's hair was damp, and his back was sweaty. It was so hot that he took off the cotton clothes outside, wearing only a black sweater, and looking for someone on the street.

...