Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

at the same time.

downstairs.

Ma Xueyan is still playing mahjong with the three women.

She was lucky today, touched two hands and became addicted to winning money and couldn't stop at all.

Several women were playing mahjong and croaking, and the topic somehow got to He Huaiguang.

"Didn't you match up your family Niannian with that returnee before? There is no situation now?"

"How can it be."

Ma Xueyan touched a second tube by herself, threw it out, and smiled.

"Xiaohe still likes that dead girl now. Last month, he bought some supplements and sent me some supplements. They are worth tens of thousands of catties. I put them in the refrigerator and take them out at noon every day."

"Yo yo yo."

A woman shook her head and shook her tongue twice.

"You are too greedy, you have a son-in-law, and you still accept other people's things. In case the returnees really depend on your family for reading, then you will accept other people's things, depending on what you say!"

"Oh, I don't care what these do. I eat and drink well. It's enough for young people to do it themselves. That **** girl can make money for me. I don't want me to be a fool!"

Since Yan Yuming's death, Ma Xueyan wanted to drive.

Anyway, Yan Nian is not her daughter.

She doesn't have to work hard for other people's daughters, it's enough for her to live happily.

"boom--"

A slender figure stood behind Ma Xueyan, lifted her long legs, and directly kicked the mahjong table to the ground.

The mahjong on the table fell to the ground and rolled to every corner.

Several women, including Ma Xueyan, turned to look at the man who suddenly appeared in shock.

His handsome face was hidden in a large ray of light, and there were shadows, bright and dark, like the moment when the swords and the edges met, killing and coldness rose together.

Ma Xueyan recognized that this was Jiang Beiyuan, her lips squirmed twice, her eyes were full of panic, "You, you are..."

"court death?"

Jiang Beiyuan leaned over slightly, and the slender hand moved quickly to imprison Ma Xueyan's neck. Several women beside him were screaming with fright. He was expressionless and stared at this greedy woman with sharp eyes.

"This is what you promised me to treat her well?"

Ma Xueyan felt out of breath, and smiled hard at Jiang Beiyuan...

"I, I really didn't do anything... I just said those things casually just now, there is no other meaning!"

Jiang Beiyuan sneered, his eyes drooping to the end, the strength of his hands reduced, and when Ma Xueyan was about to breathe in, he tightened suddenly, as if deliberately let her taste the inability to survive or die.

"Does it feel good?"

"..."

Ma Xueyan shook her head, her eyes widened round, looking at the man in front of her like a devil.

"Ten years ago, you treated her well, and I respect you very much, because you are her mother in name."

He opened his mouth word by word, his joints pressed hard, and his cold eyes were extremely cold.

This look and expression made Ma Xueyan's eyes rounder.

"Couldn't you be...that..."

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan let go.

Ma Xueyan was too late to say the next thing, and she was finally able to breathe. She knelt on the ground and breathed the fresh air, a bruise on her neck, terrifying and hideous.

"Um... old horse, there is something wrong with our house, let's go now!"

The three middle-aged women standing nearby, all in a cold sweat, hurriedly pushed their bags and left Ma Xueyan's home.