Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Snapped.

At the end of the two-hour movie, all the lights above my head fell, dazzlingly white.

"Old Jiang——"

Yannian wanted to get Jiang Beiyuan up, but was stunned.

She Shi Shiran pointed to his face, her white fingertips wiped the tears from the corner of his eye.

"Are you crying?"

"Did you cry?"

Jiang Beiyuan asked back, his voice low, not caring.

"Hahaha, you cried yourself, you don't know it yourself!"

"That's crying."

He spoke lightly, and stood up with the armrests on both sides.

From the perspective of words and thoughts, he could see the serious wounds on his face.

Obviously tired between the eyebrows and eyes, but reluctantly hooked his mouth.

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, he hugged his neck **** tiptoe.

"Ms. Jiang...Don't be uncomfortable, please!"

It didn't matter if he cried, and when he was uncomfortable and pretending to be casual, she was in pain.

"We two have a good time, stop thinking about the unhappy things, okay?"

"..."

Time is silent.

Jiang Beiyuan rubbed the top of her soft hair, and after a long while he whispered a hoarse "good" word.

This is not good.

As long as she is good, he is good.

*

That day passed.

In the evening, the noise of the day went away with the sunset of the sky.

Jiang Beiyuan didn't drive today, and walked along the road in the park with Yannian.

The long road is full of fallen leaves and willow catkins flying.

Soon in autumn, the green of spring will not be seen here, but yellow flowers and yellow leaves are intertwined.

The fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots.

"When I think of you, I'll woo~~~~"

Yannian was held by Jiang Beiyuan and was still humming this brainwashing public song.

It was boring to sing, because Jiang Beiyuan didn't cooperate with her, so he stopped singing.

She turned to look at the man beside her.

"Hey, right, do you say that there will be dramas between Beize and Nanye in the future?"

"meeting."

Jiang Beiyuan's voice was soft, as if he was talking about the weather in a casual tone.

"Why? Can your Jiang family accept that they are of the same **** together?"

"It's not my problem."

Jiang Beiyuan replied.

"One is willing to wait, the other is willing to return."

"Going home? Then when will Bei Ze come back?"

"I don't know the return date."

Jiang Beiyuan's voice was still faint.

"Ah? Hey, I'm sorry for Song Nanye's child, and I don't know when I can wait!"

"No pity, he thinks it's worth it."

Jiang Beiyuan smiled and looked at her sideways.

"You don't know yet, that kid changed his name."

"what?"

"It's not called Song Nanye, but Song Nan Tomb. The tomb is the tomb of the cemetery."

"what?!!"

Yan Nian was really shocked, and sadness emerged in his heart.

She did not expect that Song Nanye was willing to do this for Jiang Beize.

He must love Jiang Beize very much.

"It's nice to be young!" After a long while, he said with emotion.

"Well, I have enough youth and years to wait for a flower to bloom."

"Oh, oh, don't talk about such a sad topic!"

Yannian smiled and continued to hum a little song, "When I think of you, I will woo~~~"

She was really going to be brainwashed by this song, humming it out of control.

Jiang Beiyuan said nothing.

The long road came to an end.

He stopped, turned around, grabbed the back of her head and kissed her without saying a word.

He closed his eyes.

The most focused and attentive kiss in this life.

The sound of wind and the rustling of leaves interweave.

The crimson light fell on his jet black hair.

Said Nian also slowly closed her eyes from surprise, enjoying the kiss.

If you drink wine at dusk, you will be drunk without drinking.

This scene is like a picture, and all the good things are frozen here.

I don't know how long it has been.

Jiang Beiyuan finally let go of her.

He touched her forehead lightly, panting slightly, looking into her clear eyes.

There are things he wants to protect all his life.

"When I think of you..."

Finally, as he said, he sang it out, the voice is very low and very magnetic, and the texture is distinct.

Yannian blinked and brushed his eyelids with long eyelashes, "Let's sing, when I think of you, I will~~~~"

"so I……"

Jiang Beiyuan watched her for a moment.

Light lips:

"……I love you."