Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Following you, I didn't even have a wedding, and I didn't take any wedding photos. How can there be such a desolate bride like me?

He whispered, he was still angry, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

How to do.

She really wants to like this new house.

It is exactly the ideal home she dreams of.

Forget it.

The house is too big. Some rooms have not been visited yet. I will visit again tomorrow.

She is so tired and sleepy now that she wants to lie in bed and sleep quickly.

...

Jiang Beiyuan went to the bathroom and took a shower.

He was not wearing pajamas, only a white bath towel was around his waist, and his broken black hair was hanging down slightly, covering his forehead.

The night was darkening, as if Tumi, the scent of alcohol on his body was covered by the aroma of the shower gel, but his eyes still had the depth and blur of drinking.

He took off the bath towel and lay down, fished the little woman lying on the bedside from behind, and rubbed her chin against her hair.

This is a subconscious action.

He likes to rub her hair when he sleeps.

Yannian was almost asleep in a daze, but was awakened by the cool man behind him and hit his collarbone with his elbow.

"Don't hug me!"

Jiang Beiyuan snorted and wanted to fight with him again, right, "You are my wife, what's wrong with me holding you?"

While talking, instead of letting go, he shackled her harder and harder, pressing her long legs on her legs, deliberately making her unable to move...

...

*

Yannian only woke up at noon the next day.

What greeted her was an unfamiliar but gorgeous ceiling, which gave her a moment of trance.

right.

She and Jiang Beiyuan moved to a new house.

Just when he was having a temper with her, he suddenly moved to a new house and was caught off guard.

She didn't bring any luggage, but obviously, there was nothing missing here.

The big bed is soft and comfortable, the room temperature and humidity are just right, and there is a red dress scattered on the floor.

The other side of the bed was empty, and the clear breath that belonged to the man faded.

Yannian remembered that Jiang Beiyuan said last night: "Don't wear other women's skirts in the future, I don't like them."

She rolled her eyes silently in her heart, and then replied with no anger: "There are so many things you don't like Jiang Beiyuan, I have to listen to you for everything, right?"

"Yes."

"Why?!"

"Only, I am your husband."

She remembered again that last night she deliberately compared him with the man the first time.

Then he was laughing.

I don't know what is funny.

I don't want to think about it anymore.

Yannian moved her body and wanted to get up. Just after taking a step, she felt something was wrong.

Heart-piercing pain.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the pain is in the bones.

She is sick!

She must be sick!

Otherwise it won't hurt so much!

She hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash, and then wanted to go to the hospital as soon as possible.

A small face of a young woman was reflected in the bathroom, her eyes were so bright, but her face was a little pale.

Yan Nian saw that the redness and swelling on the left half of her cheek was completely gone, and she faintly smelled the aroma of spray in the air, like the smell from her face.

What made her even more dumbfounded was that there was a band-aid on the top of her head where Pei Jinling had been dragged.

She tore off the band-aid, washed her face, and then hurried to the hospital...

...

Central hospital.

Yannian came fully armed today.

Sunglasses, masks, and hats are all worn.

However, he was recognized by the little brother at the cash register.

"Hello sister-in-law, sister-in-law, Jinan!"

Saying: "..."

Then she looked at the little brother, she smiled nonchalantly, "Didn't you work in the People's Hospital before?"

"Aha, I just transferred to the center yesterday, and my sister-in-law still remembers me!"

"Um... you are very impressive!"

The phrase Wanfujinan, I can't forget.

However, the business affairs of her coming to the hospital today were not casual chats. After a few casual greetings, she limped in the direction of the registration office.

The little brother saw what was wrong and asked her what happened. Yannian only said that her leg hurts and didn't say much else.

The gynecology consulting room is on the third floor, and Yan Nian is lining up.

During the period, she saw Zhang Fan, who was wearing a white coat and holding a case sheet in his hand, passing by Yan Nian.

Suddenly feeling that something was not right, he stopped abruptly and retreated to Yan Nian's side.

"Oh, isn't this Mrs. Jiang!"

Saying: "..."

Dare to love that her heavily armed fart doesn't work? ?

I couldn't keep it, Yan Nian took off the mask and nodded to Zhang Fan as a greeting.

Seeing her look haggard, Zhang Fan teased, and then imagined that this was at the door of the gynecological clinic, and he couldn't help but think.

"Yes, you guys, the happy event comes very quickly!"

Saying: "..."

"No. 250, Yan Nian!"

When she was called, Yan Nian stopped chatting with Zhang Fan any more, and instead entered the consultation room.

The patient was a middle-aged woman with short hair and glasses with red frames.

The doctor glanced at Yannian.

The girl with long hair and shawl has big eyes, beautiful face, and not too old.

"Abortion?"

"what?"

The words were taken aback. "No, no, not pregnant!"

"That's irregular menstruation?"

"No, menstruation is okay, but occasionally dysmenorrhea."

"Then you are...?"

"I am actually..."

Yannian's face was a little red, but he told the doctor one to five.

Fortunately, she is a female doctor, or she is changed to a male doctor. How can she be embarrassed to talk to others about such things.

The doctor hummed, with a solemn expression, "Take off your pants, and I will check you up."

"……Oh."

*

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor took off the sterile gloves, his face was somewhat serious.

"Who did it?!"

She is an absolute feminist, and she can't bear any violation of women's interests.

Tell the truth, "My husband..."

"Does this count as domestic violence?!"

"what?!"

Domestic violence?

Yannian was taken aback, and hurriedly waved his hand to explain, "No, no, don’t get me wrong. The two of us have a very good relationship. He never beats me. I was a little anxious yesterday, and I was so anxious. ..."