Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Jiang Qingchi was drunk.

Knowing the truth of "Old Jiang family men can't drink enough", so after three rounds of drinking, Jiang Jingming won't drink.

Jiang Qingchi opened the chatterbox today. After pouring one cup after another, the cup was not full. The end of the game was naturally drunk on the table.

A long time ago, Jiang Beiyuan talked about "wine" when talking with his two sons.

Jiang Beiyuan was in a good mood at the time and joked with them: "If you chase the girl if you can't say anything, you drink alcohol. The alcohol is so courageous."

"What if you are drunk and can't speak?" Jiang Qingchi asked.

Jiang Beiyuan smiled, and stroked his chin with one hand, "Don't worry, you won't be speechless, just don't talk too much."

Thinking about this, Jiang Jingming gritted his teeth, his brother wanted to chase his wife, so why bother him.

The two waiters helped Jiang Qingchi, who was unconsciously drunk, on Jiang Jingming's back.

Jiang Jingming supported Jiang Qingchi's legs and lifted up with difficulty.

Good weight! ! !

"Saner~"

"Ok."

Jiang Jingming walked out of the hotel with a stern face.

Jiang Qingchi smiled cutely behind him and poked him in the face mischievously, "Little San San Er~"

"Don't talk, you're all alcoholic."

Then he lifted the drunk up again.

"Tell me the address of my sister-in-law's house, and I will take you there."

"Hey, Xiaosansan'er is the best~"

Jiang Qingchi reported a list of addresses. Jiang San'er knew this place, frowned and thought for a few seconds. He visually inspected about 300 meters. The distance was not far. He didn't need to take a taxi. He just had to work harder.

Just thinking about it, loud singing came from behind him.

I couldn't hear what the tune was, and it was as unpleasant as the howling of a wild wolf. Jiang San'er wanted to throw this man to the ground, find a rag to put it in his mouth, and block his mouth.

"Stop singing, okay? Annoying the people."

"okay."

"Well, good."

"..."

After a minute of silence, Jiang Qingchi was restless again and began to poke Jiang Jingming in the face.

"San'er, I have a question for you."

"Ask, don't do it."

"You said, where does the feeling of liking someone come from?"

Before Jiang Jingming could answer, Jiang Qingchi had already learned to answer, "I know, there is a sea of ​​people, and my Jiangyan is the most beautiful!"

After speaking, he smirked, hehehaha, like picking up tatters in the garbage dump.

Jiang Jingming hooked the corner of his mouth, "Do you love her so much?"

"Nonsense... I didn't tell you, how much dad loves mom, I love her more."

"If you were to wait for her for ten years, would you wait for her?"

"She asked me to wait, I just waited, but I know... My family Jiang Yan can't bear it... She loves me the most."

Although Jiang Qingchi's face was flushed, he spoke clearly, his teeth were very white when he smiled, and he rubbed Jiang Jingming's neck childishly.

"I also love our Jiang Yan the most, hehe."

"When will you be married?"

"Shhh..."

Jiang Qingchi patted Jiang Jingming on the shoulder, looked around as a thief, and he was relieved to see that there was no one around.

"Speak down, this matter can't be known to her for the time being, I have been prepared."

"What are your preparations, let me know."

"I will not tell you!"

Then Jiang Qingchi got down again, smirking with his eyes closed.

~

In front is the community where Mu Yanzhu lives. Going forward, two red mountain peach trees are planted on both sides of the road.

It's midsummer, the flowering season has passed, and the two big branches are luxuriant and graceful.

Surrounded by green pines and verdant cypresses, it looks like a mountain peach.

As soon as the wind blew, the air filled with fragrance, Jiang Qingchi began to feel vigorous again, belching wine, while pointing at the peach tree, showing Jiang San'er.

"The peach blossoms will bloom in the spring next year, and she—"

"It must be my wife!"

Naturally the best.

Regarding Jiang Qingchi's thoughts, Jiang Jing knew everything in his chest and felt a little emotional.

"Peach blossoms are shining, Yishi IKEA, Buddhism is in the year, Erchang Erzhi."

"What are you talking about, me, hiccup... I don't understand!"

"Even if you don't understand, you lie on me and stop talking."

"Oh……"

Jiang Qingchi got down again obediently.

Fortunately, Mu Yanzhu’s apartment has an elevator, which saves Jiang Jingming’s effort to climb the stairs.

On the third floor, Jiang Qingchi frowned and mumbled, "I want Jiang Yan, I want Jiang Yan."

"You count down dozens, there will be."

"10-9——"

"8--"

"7——"

"Boom boom boom."

Jiang Jingming began to knock on the door.

"3——"

"2--"

At the moment after counting 2, Mu Yanzhu was transformed in front of Jiang Qingchi like a fairy magic.

"young married woman!!!"

Jiang Qingchi's eyes lit up suddenly, like a puppy seeing a ham and slapping Jiang Jingming's shoulder, asking him to put himself down quickly.

It's a relief.

Jiang Jingming rubbed his aching shoulder, sorry to have to look at Mu Yanzhu.

"Excuse me, sister, please take this drunk in, otherwise he has nowhere to go."

"Don't have money to stay in a hotel?"

Mu Yanzhu asked, but he still reached out to hold the drunkard's waist.

Jiang Jingming spread his hands and raised his eyebrows innocently, "I didn't bring my wallet when I went out."

"Ang, you guys have money to drink, is it not brought?"

"The wine was bought by a friend, and neither of us brought money."

Mu Yanzhu did not listen to his explanation, and pursed his lips, "I thought you were a good boy, classmate Jiang San'er."

Jiang Jingming's ears reddened and he was rather helpless, "I was forced to do that too. The eldest brother is like a father, and the eldest sister is like a mother. I am the third child in the house. I really cannot help myself."

Mu Yanzhu felt a little sympathetic to him when Saner said so!

That's right, when he is oppressed by his brothers and sisters, he can't stand up!

San'er was invited to drink tea at home, but San'er declined and left soon.

...

Mu Yanzhu helped Jiang Qingchi to stand, and she took off his shoes.

He didn't stand up, and was as lazy as a young master, muttering to her "daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law".

"Why don't you agree?"

"What did I promise? No." Mu Yanzhu's voice was very weak.

In the big evening, she came to her house to spread alcohol, and she had to take care of a drunk. Can she be in a good mood? Can her voice be weak.

Jiang Qingchi's eyes flushed red, "You quickly agree, please, please."

"Good, good,"

Seeing that he was almost crying, how could Mu Yanzhu be able to beat Jiang Qingchi's posture. After changing his shoes, he patted his head comfortingly.

"Don't cry, I promised not yet."

"Good wife."

Jiang Qingchi embraced Mu Yanzhu in a bear hug.

"I miss you so much."

I miss you too.

fool.

She hugged him, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the short sweetness.

"I will help you go to your room to rest, and I will cook you a bowl of hangover soup for you to drink."

"Is it your room?"

"Ok."

"Then let's go quickly, go quickly."

Mu Yanzhu: "..."

Finally put him on the bed and let him lie down, but Jiang Qingchi sat up like a corpse again, and his forehead directly hit Mu Yanzhu’s forehead. The pain made her grin. He didn't have time to rub her, got out of bed, anxiously look all around.

Mu Yanzhu rubbed his forehead and looked at him curiously, "What are you looking for?"

The latter did not speak, and rushed out of the room like a child, looking for things everywhere.

Mu Yanzhu followed behind him, keeping every step of the way, "What are you looking for? Tell me."

"Daughter-in-law...Daughter-in-law..."

"I am here."

Mu Yanzhu walked up and held Jiang Qingchi's hand.

"Jiang He, I am here."

"Daughter-in-law... I'm looking for something very important..."

"What, tell me, I'll help you find it."

"..."

Jiang Qingchi just frowned and shook his head, muttering something in his mouth, his voice was too small and too faint, Mu Yanzhu couldn't hear him clearly.

She shook his hand and felt that his hands were shaking. What was it that made him so nervous?

Until Jiang Qingchi fumbled his pocket and took out a ring, the light of the platinum ring illuminated his eyebrows.

"I found it, I didn't lose it!"

While smiling, he took her right hand, his cheeks were rosy, but he was full of joy to slip her ring finger.

"Hey? How big is it?"

Mu Yanzhu's nose is sour, "Fool, this is your ring, not mine."

She did not expect that the ring he gave her would be carried on her body.

Are you afraid of losing your ring when you are so worried?

Jiang Qingchi stopped smiling and looked at her seriously, "What about yours, put it on quickly, and be obedient."

"..."

Her ring is on the bedside table in the bedroom.

Let it go for three years.

The ring box was covered with dust.

Mu Yanzhu took out the ring again, Jiang Qingchi took a step ahead of her, took her hand, and put the ring on her ring finger.

"Why is it still big?"

"Wearing the ring finger is of course bigger. This is the size of the middle finger."

"No, how can I wear the middle finger? You have to wear the ring finger when you get married."

Jiang Qingchi looked at her righteously, then vowed to wrap the ring around her ring finger.

"My daughter-in-law is too thin, and her fingers have become thinner. Let's go buy a better one another day."

"No need to."

Mu Yanzhu took it off and put it on his middle finger.

Jiang Qingchi stubbornly took it off for her and put her ring finger on again.

"You are obedient, let's buy a good one another day, and take it with you first."

"Are you really drunk or fake?"

"Fake drunk." He was serious.

Mu Yanzhu believed that he was really drunk.

After all, she didn't argue with him because it was unnecessary.

"You go to rest, I will make soup for you to drink."

"Are you leaving?"

"Nonsense, how can I cook for you without going to the kitchen?"

"Then I wait for you."

He was sitting on the bedside like a good baby, tears rolling in his eyes.

"I am waiting for you, I will definitely wait for you to come back."

It's really stupid, it's just a kitchen, he just exaggerated the taste of life and death.

Thinking of the shocking scene in the hospital, Mu Yanzhu still had a lingering fear.

She didn't take care of Jiang Qingchi again, just let him lie down and said that she would be back soon.

Jiang Qingchi shook his head, "I sit and wait, I feel safe."

"Then you just sit and wait, go to the bathroom if you want to vomit, don't vomit on my bed."

"I don't know how to vomit, I drink the best in Lao Jiang's family."

"..."

Mu Yanzhu walked to the door and heard a low sob behind him.

For a moment.

Turn around and look.

Jiang Qingchi reluctantly wiped his tears.

"I will wait for you for sure. I will wait for three years and I will wait for five years. Will you let me wait for you for ten years? I know you are reluctant, but if you have to wait for me, I will be willing. Men can't afford to wait."

"Who made you wait for me?! Three years ago, even if you said one thing I support you, you cheer, I won't be in pain for three years!"

The hot tears also filled Mu Yanzhu's eyes.

"For three years, I often suffer from insomnia at night, and I often wonder if you are married to another woman. I dare not ask for your news. I am afraid that you will have a good life, and I am afraid that you will have a bad life. After I came, I lay alone on the bed, and the words Jiang Yan, you are ruthless, echoed in my mind."

"You are right, I am ruthless, ruthless to myself, ruthless to subordinates, ruthless to Chu Xiangchen, and ruthless to you Jiang Qingchi - I've always been ruthless."

"..."

Jiang Qingchi stared at her fixedly.

His throat rolled slightly, and a thousand words were swallowed by him and swallowed into his stomach.

Mu Yanzhu wiped a tear and turned to the kitchen.

She was so cruel to him.

Even if he is gone now, come back in three years, and then hug her and say "I miss you", she will still languish in his tenderness as usual.

Even if she brainwashed herself over and over again, can she not abuse herself for a man? Without him, haven't you survived the past three years, so why must he be?

It's useless.

He hooked his fingers and called his wife, she wanted to hug him and rely on him.

Just because I love you.

...

Mu Yanzhu returned to the bedroom with the hot soup, Jiang Qingchi was already asleep.

He sat and fell asleep.

One arm was bent to prop up his forehead, like a young boy who was dozing off in class, his head went down little by little, and his thin eyelids became thick.

Mu Yanzhu put the soup on the table, walked over, gently wrapped his shoulders, and helped him to lie down.

Jiang Qingchi tilted his face, and just touched Mu Yanzhu's arm, rubbed the corner of her clothes, and slightly twitched the corner of her mouth.

"Jiang Yan."

"……Ok."

It was finally quiet.

Mu Yanzhu sat on the bed, greedily admiring Jiang Qingchi’s sleeping face, stretched out his hand gently, and touched his face from the corners of his sideburns, his tall nose, his perfect person, thin crimson Lips, Zhanqing Fang's chin.

grown up.

Is really grown up.

His silhouette was not so sharp before, but now he is a bit more manly mature.

But when she should be naive, she is still naive, otherwise, how could she come up with the trick of fake death to scare her?

He wears the same ring as hers on his ring finger, which is exactly a pair together.

Mu Yanzhu rubbed the ring, feeling that the ring would be rusted and corrupted if it was left aside.

But put it on again.

It's like a silent fetter.

It turned out to go around around, but in the end, he still wants to get entangled with this man.

Mu Yanzhu remembered that two years ago, when he went to the temple in the mountain to pray for blessing, a white-haired old man at the foot of the mountain had to tell her a fortune.

I still remember the misty rain that day, she was anxious to go home, but the other party smiled and stopped her, "Girl, are you waiting for someone?"

Mu Yanzhu reluctantly smiled, "I rushed home to cook."

"Fireworks and dusty customs have meaning only if they are company."

The old man smiled and stroked his long beard.

"When there is wind in the evening street, the day when the ancient alleys are weeping willows, and the peach blossoms are matchmaking, it is advisable to marry a girl."

"..."

At that time, Mu Yanzhu didn't take it seriously.

Looking back now, looking down at the ring in his hand, suddenly there is a subtle feeling that he will soon be married.

It may be an illusion born by mistake.

...

Jiang Qingchi slept peacefully, but Mu Yanzhu couldn't sleep anymore.

I haven't written anything for a long time, so I just got up, sat down at the desk, turned on a faint lamp, took out the black notebook, and wrote something.

When you were 20, I was 24 and my age was 1.2 times yours.

You are 23 years old this year, I am 27, and my age is 1.17 times yours.

I seem to be closer to you again,

But the price was paid for with a three-year window period.

"young married woman……"

Jiang Qingchi woke up halfway through sleep, rubbing his eyes, half-squinting and looking at her grievously.

Mu Yanzhu subconsciously turned off the light, "Am I bothering you?"

"No... I want to ask why you are still up."

"I can't sleep, you can sleep."

"Working at night is bad for your eyes, so why are you still like college?"

Jiang Qingchi probably didn't wake up. After saying this, he muttered and turned over, found a comfortable position, and rubbed his pillow.

"Where is my son, tell him to come and change my clothes and bathe, give birth to him and raise him, eat plain rice all day long, can you be patient..."

Pouch.

Mu Yanzhu Renjun couldn't help laughing out loud.

Where's the son?

Sure enough, I was silly.

...