Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Dangdangdang!"

In front of Mu Yanzhu's eyes, is a white Audi, smooth and atmospheric car shape, excellent body and chassis, from the spotless new car.

"How about the car you mentioned? Are you satisfied?"

"...Why did you buy a car for me?"

"One of the beauties, I will match you with the car first. This is a must."

Suddenly, all Mu Yanzhu's words got stuck in his throat.

She only begged Jiang Qingchi not to look at her with such gentle and joyful eyes.

His eyes are too clean, filled with his transparent love, and his sacrifice without impurities.

The bright light was so brighter than the stars in the sky, and Mu Yanzhu suddenly felt complacent.

"Will you blame me?"

"what?"

"It's a kid—"

"Daughter-in-law, I beg you,"

Jiang Qingchi was really defeated by her, eyebrows lowered, and he sighed helplessly, "Can we not mention this topic for a day?"

Mu Yanzhu smiled, just enough to suppress all her negative emotions.

"Okay, let's not mention it, let's go out tonight to celebrate that I have a car!"

...

The two of them came to a private restaurant. They had been here before. The chefs here cooked first-hand official cuisine, decorated in a small peasant style, and decorated with small goose yellow light bulbs above their heads. The atmosphere was very warm.

Mu Yanzhu heard that the proprietress of the restaurant had returned from Chinatown. She had been away from home for many years. She still felt that her hometown was good, and that she was good at Feng Shui, so she returned.

Jiang Qingchi and Mu Yanzhu found a position by the window and sat down.

At night, there are not many people, few people, very quiet.

"Drink some wine?" Jiang Qingchi raised his eyebrows.

"Okay."

"Hey, I mean, I drink and you drink tea."

Jiang Qingchi snapped his fingers as he said, served himself a good drink, and served Mu Yanzhu with light tea.

"Who will drive next?"

"You." He smiled at her, his white teeth dazzling.

Mu Yanzhu was dumb.

Jiang Qingchi's eyebrows were born thick, and he was illuminated by the light in this way. His skin was waxed and there was no impurities at all. It was not like a real man, but more like a step out of a pictorial.

He held his chin with one hand and was laughing all the time. He was in good spirits. After drinking a little wine, he found his original shape, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes blurred.

"Don't drink, you are drunk."

"I don't... I, rivers and lakes, Lao Jiang's family has the best drink."

Seeing her sigh, Jiang Qingchi snorted, "Don't you believe it?"

"I believe it, but stop drinking, I don't want to serve a drunk."

Mu Yanzhu grabbed Jiang Qingchi's wine glass and put it on his side.

Jiang Qingchi wasn't happy anymore, and asked her for a cup with his right hand.

"Yan'er, I'm really not drunk."

Mu Yanzhu's heart jumped sharply.

He usually calls her Jiang Yan, his wife, or his wife, and rarely calls her "Yan'er" face to face.

The name "Yan'er" is very delicate and soft. It is said from his thin and sharp lips, with the tenderness of Jiangnan Yanyu, which is inexplicably warm.

Mu Yanzhu narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Qingchi, tilting his head and rolling his tongue, "Yaner, give your husband wine."

"Can you still drink?"

"can!"

"together."

How can he drink it himself.

The beautiful scenery of the good day, the song of the wine, may never have such a day, so cherish it.

Mu Yanzhu rolled up Yuebai's sleeves and gently held a glass of wine. This wine is peach blossom wine, sweet and soft, and high in alcohol. The glass is clean bamboo-blue, and the design is graceful and has a very emotional atmosphere.

Compared to Jiang Qingchi, Mu Yanzhu had a better amount of alcohol. After half a drink, he was not drunk, but his mind was still a little dizzy.

"Jianghe, do you remember one time when I caught a cold and sneezed while walking on the road. When I looked up, I saw you frowning. Later, you gave me a box of cold medicine."

Jiang Qingchi nodded and smiled, "Remember, you were as embarrassed to say that when you walked with your head down and hit me all at once."

"Haha I didn't expect to meet you at that time. At that time, you were my male god. I didn't dare to contact you at ordinary times. I was afraid that you would be annoying. Who knew that day was such a coincidence. I was not willing to give me the box of cold medicine After eating, it expired."

"Are you stupid?"

Jiang Qingchi leaned forward, bent his fingers and flicked Mu Yanzhu's brain, and then drank himself.

Mu Yanzhu rubbed his forehead and smiled, rejoicing because he remembered the old days.

What's more, the person who reminisces about time with her is both an old friend and a lover.

Add sweetness.

"Also, do you remember the second time we met, you don't know, I went to the 520 classroom every day to meet you by chance, and I will go there as long as there is no class in the afternoon, just to wait for you."

"I know."

"what do you know?"

"I know you are in that classroom, but I don't know you are waiting for me."

Jiang Qingchi curled his lips slightly.

"Once you were working and the back door was unlocked, I stood at the back door and looked at you. To be honest, I didn't care about what you looked like at that time, so I remembered that you wrote the sentence'Meeting Junchu, you seem to be an old friend. ', very good, a cultural person."

"...That was not what I wrote, I quoted it!"

"It's all the same, I remember that sentence anyway." The curvature of Jiang Qingchi's lips was arrogant.

"Hey, since when did you like me, and why do you like me?"

Although this question is irrelevant, Ran Mu Yanzhu still wants to ask.

I'm afraid that if you don't ask today, there will be no chance in the future, and I don't want to leave regrets.

Jiang Qingchi was so happy that he smiled so that his eyes were bent, "You are already my wife, do you still care about this?"

"Care, tell me quickly."

"Then I can only answer you one question, you can choose one."

"Hmm... Since when did you like me?"

Jiang Qingchi stroked his chin, his posture was three-pointed and seven-pointed evil, he looked at her with light in his eyes.

"From when you baked me sweet potatoes."

"..." Mu Yanzhu.

***

When I came out of the restaurant, the moon was already high and there were not many stars tonight.

Jiang Qingchi was laughing all the time, silly, Mu Yanzhu said that he was drunk, and he waved his hand awe-inspiringly, not to mention that he was not drunk, and he could drink ten more bottles of Erguotou.

"No Erguotou, do you want to slap twice?" She held his arm and said.

"Hey, I'm your husband, are you willing to hit me?" Jiang Qingchi squinted slightly, his eyes ruddy.

"Of course not willing, but you are drunk, I have to sober you up."

"I'm not drunk, not drunk, not drunk...add 1,000,000..."

Seeing that the zero is endless, Mu Yanzhu stopped in time, "If you are not drunk, then you can carry me back."

Jiang Qingchi glanced at her, then squatted down like a good baby, turned his back to Mu Yanzhu, and patted his shoulder.

Then he vigorously said: "Come on, Zhu Bajie carries his wife!"

"Hahahahaha, Zhu Bajie? And said you are not drunk!"

Mu Yanzhu smiled so much that tears came out, and she couldn't stop it. She supported Jiang Qingchi's shoulder and jumped up flexibly.

Jiang Qingchi lifted her up, and she took his neck by the way.

"Daughter-in-law, do you know why I have such a high status at home?"

"Are you in high status?"

"Oh, I'm serious with you!"

"Well, well, why are you high in status?" Mu Yanzhu followed Jiang Qingchi.

"That's because I can bend and stretch, and I can... pretend!"

"Indeed, you can't see it if you can bend and stretch, you can see if you can pretend."

"Cut, I am sincere to anyone. Only during the time I chased you, I pretended to care but didn't dare to care too much, because I was afraid that you would not like my frizz and recklessness."

"fool……"

How can you not know what he meant?

Mu Yanzhu lowered his neck, pressed against Jiang Qingchi's hair, and rubbed it.

"As long as it is you, I like everything."

Because it's him first.

It is Jiang Qingchi, this unique individual.

After walking for a while, all pedestrians are watching them.

Mu Yanzhu was not too embarrassed, and patted Jiang Qingchi on the shoulder, "Let me down. There are so many people here, everyone is watching us."

"Maybe it all depends on how handsome I am. You don't need to be stressed."

"Um...who did your narcissism go with?"

"My dad, hehe!"

As Jiang Qingchi said, he lifted Mu Yanzhu up, without any intention of putting her down.

Mu Yanzhu stopped snarling his lips. Looking sideways at his face, the curvature of the side face is perfectly symmetrical, especially the curvature between the jaw line and the thin lips. It is the same as it was three years ago, but it is different. Interspersed with three years of pondering.

Mu Yanzhu kept watching, watching, not seeing enough, too handsome, and wanting to watch him forever, the best time stays at this moment.

"Daughter-in-law~"

"Hey~ where is it, what's wrong?"

"If you are willing to come up in the future, I will be willing to carry you."

"What do you mean?"

"Meaning, I will carry you for the rest of my life, just like we did before when we went to Hainan, to the end of the world!"

"You are really drunk."

She was so drunk that her nose was sore and her eyes were jerky.

"Look at my wife, the moon in the sky is so round!"

Mu Yanzhu just raised his head, and in the next second he heard Jiang Qingchi say again--

"As round as your face!"

"You kind of put me down, I promise not to hit you now!"

"Hahahahaha—"

He smiled so happily, a string of hearty smiles, like Qingquan all the way down to her heart, Mu Yanzhu hadn't heard Jiang Qingchi's hearty smile for a long time.

She would like Jiang He to laugh all his life.

She would like to protect his smile forever.

Finally got home.

The two entered the house. Before turning on the lights, Mu Yanzhu stood on tiptoe and held Jiang Qingchi’s face...

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