Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Ting Ting? Huh?"

He glanced at Yannian calmly, and his eyebrows twitched, thick long eyelashes covering the panic that appeared under his eyes.

"Ah... yes, what do you think of the name Tingting?"

"Which booth?"

Jiang Beiyuan asked casually, then looked down again, staring at the little golden retriever in his arms, but the light from the corner of his eyes kept looking at his words.

"Slim pavilion, what's the matter?"

Yannian felt it, and suddenly he seemed to be different.

But it can't be said.

Jiang Beiyuan's long eyebrows that had just been frowned finally stretched out.

Turns out it wasn't Ting.

"This name is not good, it might as well be called Yuli."

"Yuli?"

Yannian couldn't laugh or cry, but didn't care much, just a name, it didn't matter what it was called.

"Yes, then I will call it Yuli!"

While talking, he hugged the dog from Jiang Beiyuan's arms.

"Yuli Yuli, you have a name, are you happy with the name your father gave you?"

Yuli: "..."

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It was a good place to settle in Yuli, and Jiang Beiyuan went to cook.

At night, he went to the bathroom to take a bath, and Yannian lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone.

She washed earlier than Jiang Beiyuan. She was wearing a beige nightdress with a suspender. Her smooth and white shoulders were round and her two small white legs were shaking. It was very conspicuous and bold.

Yannian found out that she had come to her aunt after taking a shower.

So when I came out of the bathroom, I lay down on the bed at will, without a quilt, knowing that it would be fine even without clothes.

The eldest aunt is the imperial edict.

Fifteen minutes later.

The bathroom door opened slowly.

The man who came out from the inside was wearing a navy blue bathrobe with a half-open skirt and a loose belt around his waist.

Jiang Beiyuan wiped his hair while looking at Yan Nian on the bed.

He squinted slightly.

As if looking at her.

It's like looking at the little girl from ten years ago through her.

They were all the same strange spirits, the same narrow and cute, and the same throbbed him.

"young married woman……"

He walked over, dropped the towel in his hand, and hugged her from behind.

The man just after the shower, with the aroma of mint, cool.

The contrast between slightly cool and warm.

Yannian tilted her head, "You are here again."

"Sell your husband to listen, okay?"

Jiang Beiyuan's voice was low and dumb, with so much anticipation.

Suddenly, I really wanted to hear her calling my brother.

As it was ten years ago, she looked unconvinced, but still called him softly "Brother Jiang Ting."

Just because of that title, he has someone in his heart.

Once there is, it is ten years.

But what Yannian was thinking at the moment was completely off the same channel as him.

"If you want to hear about brother, then you should call your Xu Anqing to call you, she likes to call you brother Beiyuan the most, right?!"

"Why did you mention her suddenly?"

"You started first, blame me?"

Yannian sighed, stretched out his hand and pushed him impatiently, then grabbed the quilt and covered him, turned his back to him and continued to play on the phone.

"Hey, you girl, your husband is going to die unjustly."

Jiang Beiyuan continued to lean in like a piece of cowhide, burying his head on her shoulders, his voice vague.

"I like you the most, you don't know..."

I like you the most.

This is the second time that Jiang Beiyuan said openly that he liked her.

The corners of Yannian's lips curled up, and a heart seemed to be soaked in honey, so soft.