Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Jiang Beiyuan's eyes were shaking, and he turned away without saying a word.

"Wait for President Jiang!"

Ding Baoyi shouted.

Jiang Beiyuan turned his eyes slightly and raised his long eyebrows.

Ding Baoyi condensed the smile on her lips, and her expression gradually became solemn, saying something meaningful:

"My sister has a lot of shortcomings, not as wealthy as President Jiang, but she has done as much as possible for you behind her back, but you don't know it. In my eyes, I feel sorry for her, and she also You are changing herself."

Jiangbei Yuan suddenly wrinkled his brows.

"What did she do?"

"..."

Ding Baoyi did not explain.

You don't have to say too much about some things, one-third is enough. If you have the intention, you will naturally understand everything in the future.

When Jiang Beiyuan saw this, he didn't ask, no longer wasting time, and turned to leave.

The night is deep, and the quiet corridor echoes the sound of him going down the stairs, which is heavy and impatient.

He was not at home all day today.

After I went to the company in the morning, I stayed in the office. Zhang Fan came to him and said that a group of brothers were going to celebrate his birthday. He left the company around five o'clock and drove directly to the Huangtian Hotel.

Then after singing the song, I looked at the bright moonlight on the horizon, and suddenly thought, went to the supermarket to buy something to send to Ding Baoyi's house.

Miss her very much.

Miss her very much.

Otherwise, I won't find an excuse to go over and take a look.

It was only one day, but he couldn't stand it without her last night.

Living alone in the huge house, it was lonely and quiet everywhere, and people couldn't breathe.

He liked to be quiet before, but now he hates deathly silence.

Only Yuli occasionally barked twice, which seemed to indicate its existence.

He hated this dog so much, and even thought about sending it out.

Now he doesn't want to send it out.

He got used to it.

But the hostess who bought the dog left.

Jiang Beiyuan ran through two red lights along the way. Before he got home, Chen Shuo called and said that Zhang Fan was ridiculously drunk. Now he was lying at home, but he was talking about looking for Jiang Beiyuan and asked him what to do. .

Jiang Beiyuan didn't bother to take care of Zhang Fan, "Don't worry about him, he is sick."

Chen Shuo: "...oh."

"Take out his driver's license and use it for Lao Tzu."

Chen Shuo: "What do you want his driver's license for?"

Jiang Beiyuan: "Running the red light."

Chen Shuo understood in seconds, and glanced at Zhang Fan lying beside him with a rather sympathetic look.

After hanging up the phone, Aston Martin had already reached the door of Funan Villa. Jiang Beiyuan quickly took off his seat belt and slammed the door down. Without a word, he gave the car key to the door guard.

The guard was used to parking him, and looking at the man wearing only a black sweater in the rustling wind, he couldn't help but utterly uttered, "Is it cold to wear so little at night?"

Jiang Beiyuan's voice is light: "Intentionally."

Uncle guard: "..."

This year, the young man's mind really doesn't understand.

Jiang Beiyuan didn't say anything more, and walked in big and fast strides.

Moonlight spreads.

It's a long journey, like never going to an end.

The wind was blowing on the broken hair on his forehead. Once upon a time, he also went home anxiously from a distance, at a loss and at a loss, and wrapped him with a burning feeling of discomfort.

That time, it was he who said something unpleasant and angered her, and he chased her out without wearing his shoes.

After searching for a circle, I didn't find Yan Nian, and after returning, I saw her sitting on the doorstep with a box of yogurt.

I was thinking,

You must love this girl well.

It hurts for a lifetime. If it doesn't end, it will continue to hurt in the next life.