Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"You are cold and comfortable."

Jiang Beiyuan rubbed the shoulders of the girl's house.

The scent of the girl after the bath is so sultry, he likes to smell the scent on her body, milky and fresh.

"I really like you."

Saying: "..."

It wasn't intentional, it was intentional, did you want to **** her to death by saying this?

"I really like you."

Jiang Beiyuan said again, the nasal sounds are so heavy and there are so many words.

Yan Nian said, the pink ear tips had turned red at some point, and they could light up just a little bit.

"I like you too."

If it was a confession, then she would say it once.

Tomorrow he, whether he can remember it or not, it doesn't matter.

She only knows that this feeling is great and practical now, she wants to hold him like this all the time.

Jiang Beiyuan, he was the first, and he should be the last, making her want to spend time with the old man.

...

The morning sun shines in through the gaps in the curtains.

The light gradually spread to the white bed, cutting open the man's eyebrows on the bed, Junyi caught him, and the fluffy bangs on his forehead were a little messy.

Xu Ye was stabbed by the sun, and he frowned. He raised an arm on his eyes, showing only the tall bridge of the nose and thin lips.

On the windowsill are blooming jasmine flowers and four season crabapples.

When the wind blows, the fragrance of flowers overflows, refreshing.

Facing the fragrance of flowers, the man fell asleep again.

until--

The dull and rapid ringing of the telephone interrupted the tranquility of the room.

The phone rang three times.

"Hey?"

When the man first woke up, his voice was still hoarse and lazy, but it was not as immature as yesterday.

The voice on the other end of the phone is rough and eroded by the years, "Xiaojiang, why don't you come to the hospital yet? Didn't you say that you were the chief surgeon for the thoracoscopic operation on bed 3?"

"Well, I'm busy."

"Busy? What are you up to?"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan didn't pay attention to Wang Shuang. With a slip of his finger, the phone fell to the ground over the side, making a crisp sound.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

The sky is already bright.

The sound of cicadas on the tree was accompanied by the washing of birds outside the window, and the new day was bright and revived.

This is the flower shop in Yannian, he knows.

He was still covered with three quilts, and now he was covered in sweat.

He knew about drinking last night, he knew about fever, and he knew about being driven to the Yannian flower shop by Xu Kuangjie's goods.

As for the memory behind, there are some fragments, but it seems that she took good care of him, at least now he is refreshed, not as tired and exhausted as yesterday.

Jiang Beiyuan folded his hands on the back of his head, and closed his eyes again.

I do not want to get up.

I want to stay here forever.

The moment when a person's inertia comes up, it is also fatal. He will also be lazy, not to mention that he is waiting for words and thoughts to come in.

Since I took care of him last night, I will definitely come to see him this morning.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't even wait for words.

Jiang Beiyuan just got up and went to her bathroom to wash, using her toothbrush and her body soap.

A set of clean men’s clothes is placed on the dressing table on the side of the bathroom.

It seems that he had expected him to come in and wash.

He smiled and saw that the razor was ready for him, and that girl was kind of conscience.

Everything was cleaned up, Jiang Beiyuan opened the door and walked out.

He Huaiguang was the only one working outside.

"You are awake."

While talking, He Huaiguang finally turned on the sound with confidence, the most dazzling national style of the next major movement, He Huaiguang was for the flowers to listen to. Scientific research has shown that flowers that listen to music grow better than flowers that do not listen to music.