Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

As soon as the voice fell, Yannian heard a scream of **** coming from ahead.

Several young girls in front pointed at the LED display with red hearts, and Yannian rubbed her aching ears, speechless for a while.

As for?

Her husband just said a word.

Yannian's gaze continued to fall on Jiang Beiyuan, looking up at him who appeared on the screen, high above him.

The man in the dark camel coat, sitting there alone, is obviously static, but has a kind of heroic grandeur and grandeur.

His thin lips moved, and after the phrase "Hello everyone, I am Jiang Beiyuan" fell, he did not rush to add a sentence behind--

"He is also the current CEO of Jiang's Group."

Obviously, this sentence has absolute influence.

As soon as the voice fell, the number of pedestrians gathered and watched suddenly continued to increase in a short time.

It was half past one in the afternoon, and all the large shopping malls in Lucheng were playing Jiang Beiyuan on LED displays.

This man who occupies the center of the screen, twenty-eight years old, is calm and indifferent.

Such a man seems to be born to overlook sentient beings.

He has enough capital to attract many passersby to stop and watch.

The central hospital at that time also exploded.

The dean of the hospital answered a phone call, put down the brush in his hand, and hurried out.

Wang Shuang, the director of the thoracic surgery department, came out of the bathroom and walked downstairs while lifting his pants.

The doctors, nurses, and security guards at the front desk and entrance of the hospital...

All of them gathered together in the most central hall on the first floor, as if they were watching a movie in the 1980s, they gathered in a crowd.

Woooooo.

The lobby on the first floor is full of white figures.

The big guys all tilted their heads and looked at the man who was holding a press conference live on the TV in the lobby.

"Isn't this Doctor Xiaojiang?"

"No, they turned out to be the CEO of Jiang's Group! God! Am I dreaming?"

"You are not dreaming,"

Zhang Fan, a man who knew the truth a long time ago, pretended to nod his head, "I knew he was not an ordinary person!"

"cut--"

Several doctors jointly pushed Zhang Fan out and prevented him from watching the screen.

Zhang Fan: "..."

On the other side, the scene of the press conference.

Countless flashing lights aimed at Jiang Beiyuan's face in the middle, slapped and snapped.

A reporter sitting in the front stood up first and pointed the microphone at Jiang Beiyuan.

"President Jiang, I heard that you have always been low-key. You didn't show up at Jiang's press conference last time, but this time you took the initiative to hold a press conference to clarify your identity. What is your purpose?"

"The time is right to clarify, there is no purpose."

Jiang Beiyuan didn't talk much, his voice was light, and his body was haughty and bleak, making the reporter who asked the question a little bit difficult to get off the stage.

But this was a live broadcast, and the reporter didn't say any more. As soon as she sat down, another reporter next to her immediately stood up when she saw a needle.

"Then President Jiang, I heard that you seemed to have abandoned the company before and went to the hospital to become a doctor incognito, so why have you suddenly returned to the Jiang family now?"

Jiang Beiyuan hooked his mouth.

Three-point glamour and three-point phantom, Ambilight is like the most dazzling crystal, with a deadly attraction.

The reporter who asked the question shook his mind.

Jiang Beiyuan looked at her, aimed at the front of the camera, his expression was calm, his eyes were deep, and he opened his mouth every word--

"The doctor has been working for a long time, so I can make an empire for Mrs. Jiang to play with."