Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Yan Nian has been observing Jiang Beiyuan's face, watching the crease between his eyebrows a little bit of relief, holding a smile, really a little childish temper, people in his early 30s have to be coaxed.

"I think your brother shouldn't want to cause you trouble, but now your parents are in Zhicheng, your mother... Uh, I don't think you know, she lives with your father now, if your brother Moved in, that's over. The dining table is noisy, the living room is noisy, and the sofa is noisy.

"Your dad, your dad," Jiang Beiyuan was a little sullen, "say you are addicted?"

"Okay, well, it's our dad who did it!"

Yan Nian hurriedly stretched out her arms to pat his heart, leaned to his ear and bit, her brows and eyes curled up, her voice was soft and sweet, "Brother Jiang Ting is the best, don't be angry."

She doesn't often call him Brother Jiang Ting.

Once in a while, lethality is endless.

Jiang Beiyuan was not angry, and with a long arm, he fished her onto his thigh from behind.

The light fell on this delicate little face, and the milky skin was like good bone china. She was always beautiful, with vivid and cunning eyebrows, like a pearl and beautiful jade. It was because of many ghosts that she appeared smart.

Jiang Beiyuan's gentle palm touched her face.

No matter how many times I look at this face, I will never get tired of it. No matter how many times I look at it, my heart will throb.

"My focus now is you."

His voice is clean and clear.

"I will deal with those who are not important, as soon as possible."

Irrelevant person?

Yan Nian can be described as dumbfounded.

Could it be that in Jiang Beiyuan's heart, his younger brother is an insignificant person?

The latter ignored the blankness in her eyes, slender joints clasped her wrists, leaned over and pressed them down to kiss her.

The voice of "Guru Guru" suddenly sounded, out of time.

Yannian touched his belly and smiled at him awkwardly, "Mr Jiang, let's cook first, and then slowly tease after dinner!"

He smiled, Xu Shi couldn't help but tolerate the jealousy. He just stopped briefly and then released the nephrite in his arms.

"Your husband is going to cook now and wait obediently."

"okay."

Yan Nian sat in Jiang Beiyuan's position, playing with the pen on his desk.

He has used this pen for a long time, he has always been a nostalgic person, and many things will be used for a long time.

"This pen has a sense of age. Wouldn't Teacher Jiang consider changing to a new one?"

Jiang Beiyuan glanced at it and hummed softly, "It was given by a well-connected teacher in college. I'm too lazy to change it. Mrs. Jiang will give it to you if he wants."

"Hey, I didn't say I wanted it!"

"Send you off."

After putting down these words, Jiang Beiyuan went out to cook.

Yan Nian played with this pen, but laughed so much that her stomach hurts.

Suddenly remembered shopping with Jiang Beiyuan a long time ago, she touched a piece of clothing briefly, and Jiang Beiyuan bought her without saying a word. In fact, she didn't like that dress at all.

Does it matter whether she likes it or not, as long as she touches it, he will give her away?

...

Yannian went to the flower shop the next day. She came back at noon. There were no pink roses in the flower shop. She came back to get some help from her flower room.

Before leaving, I remembered the pen that Jiang Beiyuan gave her last night.

She remembers being taken back to the bedroom by her from the study, and then placed on the table.

However, I searched for it from start to finish, but couldn't find it.

It happened that Jiang Beize was at home and Yannian asked if he saw the pen.

Jiang Beize dodged his eyes twice and shook his head, "Sister-in-law, I didn't see..."

"Oh, forget it, I'll just talk to your brother later."

Yannian hurried back, did not spend any more time searching, took the pink roses and left.

That night.

After it was over, Yannian lay on someone's body, playing with the ring on his left ring finger.

His hand has distinct knuckles and slender knuckles. Although he feels many bones, he feels good.

Jiang Beiyuan let her touch her hands, and his other hand stroked her smooth back from top to bottom, which also felt very good.

Yan Nian turned Jiang Beiyuan's ring twice, and suddenly "Hey?" He was surprised as if he found New World, "There are letters on your ring, a Y and an N. Is it my name and yours?"