Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Jiang Beize blinked.

He thought that Song Nanye was not good at learning, but he even knew that no one cares about this idiom, he should be good at learning!

"gone."

Song Nanye was unhappy, let go of Huang Mao, put three hundred dollars into his pocket, and then threw the pen to Jiang Beize.

Jiang Beize took it cautiously, took out his handkerchief and wiped the cap of the pen, and carefully copied the pen in his pocket.

"As for, isn't it just a pen?"

"It's not a pen, this is a birthday present from my second brother!"

"..."

Second brother and second brother.

Song Nanye glanced at him.

He will never be separated from his second brother!

Turn around and leave without saying more.

"Hey Song Nanye!"

Huang Mao clutched his stomach and stared at the boy ahead coldly.

"What's your relationship with this kid? Do you like people?"

"you wanna die?!"

Song Nanye turned his head abruptly, with sharp-edged eyes, like a ghost, even worse.

"let's go!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Jiang Beize held the math textbook with his elbow, and took Song Nanye's arm with his other hand, but did not see a black leather book falling out.

"Let's go back quickly, the next class is the class teacher's class!"

"I don't care!"

Song Nanye shook off his hand impatiently and strode forward.

Jiang Beize sighed. He was really an irritable boy. He trot to follow the trend and took a few steps. He heard the yellow hair yelling behind him again.

"Song Nanye, did you know that Chi Xiaoxiao is back!"

"..."

The boy with a gloomy face immediately stopped.

The hostility on his face dissipated a little bit.

He stood there blankly, and the sun fell over the sky, burying him completely.

Jiang Beize blinked ignorantly, who was Chi Xiaoxiao, and Song Nanye's expression suddenly changed.

I don't know how long it has been, the boy who had been absent for a long time finally took his steps again, with no expression on his face, his two rich swords frowned.

"master……"

Jiang Beize called him quietly next to him.

"Is Chi Xiaoxiao your friend?"

"To shut up."

"Master, if you have any troubles, you can tell me, I—"

"I told you to shut up!"

Song Nanye yelled over.

"What's your relationship with me? Are you my friend or my brother? My personal affairs are not your turn!"

"Well, then I won't ask..."

Jiang Beize's voice is still very soft.

Wordless all the way.

Song Nanye walked sternly under the shadow of the tree trunk, which was darkness where the sun could not shine.

When he arrived at the intersection, Song Nanye sighed slightly inaudible, with both hands in his pockets, staring at the boy beside him from the corner of his eyes.

"You should go back to class." His voice softened.

"..."

Jiang Beize went on without saying a word.

Song Nanye stood in the light and shadow, watching his figure.

I saw Jiang Beize walked to the vending machine, turned back, and handed him a can of Pepsi as always.

"do not be unhappy."

He says.

He raised his face, his eyes were sincere and focused.

"Actually, I also have a temper. So far, I have only had no temper with you and my second brother. You yell at me and scold me. I won't reply. But if you continue to treat me like this, I might ignore it next time. You are no longer friends with you."

The word "friend" was bitten by Jiang Beize.

Song Nanye just said so excessively, he was relieved of his hostility by saying "friend".