Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Without squinting, Jiang Beiyuan looked indifferent, and walked straight in the direction of the elevator.

He is like in his own home, even if he is surrounded by all the suits, men and shirts, they have nothing to do with him. He can come wherever he wants.

Song Yikai touched his nose awkwardly, did his boss really miss him, or did he deliberately ignore him?

At the moment when the elevator door was about to close, Song Yikai reacted, ran over quickly, and entered the elevator with a "swish".

"Hey..."

Jiang Beiyuan: "?"

Song Yikai stood beside Jiang Beiyuan, smiling, and his flattering attitude was particularly obvious, "Boss, you are finally back, long time no see, I miss it!"

Hear the words.

Jiang Beiyuan snorted and pressed the elevator number on the 80th floor, "I heard that you are very free lately."

"That's not the boss!"

Song Yikai nodded hurriedly.

"The aunt who sweeps the toilet despise me, saying that I have nothing to do all day long!"

"If you have nothing to do, find something to do for yourself,"

Jiang Beiyuan twitched the corners of his thin mouth and said.

"For example, practicing boxing, kicking and kicking, moving muscles and bones."

Upon hearing this, Song Yikai had an ominous premonition...

Sure enough, in the next second, I listened to the person who was not salty or indifferent and said: "Did you find the person you were looking for?"

"interesting,"

Song Yikai wanted to cry without tears, "Boss, I know you were joking last time. Do you like to joke the most, right?"

The elevator door opened, Jiang Beiyuan ignored Song Yikai, and walked out.

Song Yikai followed Jiang Beiyuan with interest, in case he suddenly needed it.

He originally thought that Jiang Beiyuan came to the 80th floor to have a meeting, but he didn't want to see him walk straight to the end of the corridor. It was a brand new office, but no one used it yet.

And the man stood at the door and glanced inwardly.

In the next second, Song Yikai saw Jiang Beiyuan's long eyebrows gather, deep in the center of his eyebrows, he was puzzled.

"There are no new employees in the company today?"

He asked, Song Yikai shook his head and said the truth: "I came here to make coffee in the morning and didn't see any new employees."

"..."

Then Jiang Beiyuan went downstairs without saying a word.

The elevator door closed quickly, and Song Yikai did not catch up this time.

The Sichuan word pattern on Jiang Beiyuan's eyebrows became a little more solemn.

Seeing the digital floor of the elevator descend, the mobile phone he held in his hand shook slightly, and his knuckles creaked.

"The user you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please call again later, sorry..."

Damn it.

Yannian's phone could not be reached, and Jiang Bei Yuanfu called Jiang Guoteng again.

Jiang Guoteng answered the phone very quickly, and asked Jiang Beiyuan with a smile.

"You are ashamed to ask me what's wrong, where is my wife?"

Jiang Guoteng was taken aback.

"Yan Nian didn't come to the company today!"

"fart."

He rarely scolds people.

But I have never wanted to curse like this now.

"I drove her here, and watched her enter the company with my own eyes. Now you tell me that she hasn't come. Is it possible that a big living person can still evaporate in the Jiang family?"

Jiang Guoteng couldn't laugh or cry, and he had to argue with himself, "I called that girl after she came, and I answered her, but she didn't call me. I thought she had something to do today!"

Hearing this, Jiang Beiyuan exhaled in a heavy breath, patiently.

"Now you quickly ask the Ministry of Personnel to adjust the surveillance video. If my wife is lost, you shouldn't even want to hold your grandson in this life."