Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Now the person he trusts most is Jiang Beiyuan, and he is not at ease when the company is handed over to others.

Jiang Guoteng sighed helplessly.

"Anyway, Jin Ling is always your mother, blood is thicker than water..."

"Blood is thicker than water?"

Jiang Beiyuan squinted his eyes slightly, sneered, and twisted his long eyebrows into a ball.

No mother whose blood is thicker than water will look for his wife twice.

"Fortunately, my surname is Jiang, not Pei. You should feel relieved."

"Something's wrong, what's the matter with you? Tell your dad? Did your mother do something sorry for you?"

"Ask her yourself."

Jiang Beiyuan had gone downstairs and walked towards the door of the company.

Aston Martin is in the underground parking lot with only a black and gray Rolls Royce at the door.

He unlocked the car and paced to the main driver's seat.

In the next second, Jiang Guoteng heard the sound of the door closing.

"Where are you now?" Jiang Guoteng was puzzled.

"Now I'm going to coax your daughter-in-law. I won't be in the company for the next two days."

"Ah? You are not in the company? What about the welcome meeting tomorrow night?"

"The welcome party can be changed to a farewell party. Your wife should like it."

After speaking, he hung up the phone neatly.

Jiang Guoteng on the phone: "..."

*

Yannian hadn't been home for a long time, and stood in a daze at the door.

Her family lives in a building on the fourth floor. The red "Fu" on the door has fallen in half.

Wanting to come to celebrate the new year last year, she still went home with Wen Yu to post a blessing.

time flies.

Late autumn has arrived, and early winter is approaching. It's just a matter of nonsense. The man who posted a blessing with her is no longer worthy of her liking.

Yannian stood there and took a deep breath, rubbing his arm.

Absolutely today.

Why is there so much emotion? Could it be the curse of ‘sorrowful and lonely in autumn since ancient times’?

Yan Nian shook his head, throwing away all the messy thoughts in his head, and then took out the key from the bag and opened the door.

As soon as she entered the hallway, a smoky smell came over her face, and she turned her head and coughed twice.

Looking around, in the center of the narrow living room, Ma Xueyan was playing mahjong with three women. Ma Xueyan had her legs upright and wore colorful coats. Among them, two aunts in black leather clothes smoked fiercely, and all the cigarette butts piled up beside him.

Yannian rolled her eyes silently.

Sure enough, the country is easy to change and its nature is hard to change.

If Ma Xueyan didn't gamble, she would not be called Ma Xueyan.

"I am back."

Yannian said lightly, changing his shoes in the hallway while lowering his head.

"Hey?"

Ma Xueyan's eyes fell on Yannian, and she raised her brows in surprise.

"Why are you back so good?"

"The day after tomorrow is my dad's death day, I should be back."

Yan Nian continued to speak lightly, with no expression on her face, and then went straight upstairs without saying more.

Ma Xueyan didn't say any more. He focused on the mahjong game, and threw a 30,000 yuan casually, with a rough voice: "Come on, every six quarters, I'm going to be a fool, don't block it! I have a **** of wealth today. Lord, please!"

"By the way, this is your daughter's thoughts, she has grown so big in an instant!"

A woman's eyes rolled over Yannian and smiled.

"This year seems to be 25, I don't know!"

Ma Xueyan said slowly, and threw out another seven-tube, "Touch."

"Tsk tusk tusk, Nian Nian is so big, and she looks good, and she is so beautiful, didn't you consider finding a suitable husband's house for Nian Nian?"

Another woman held a cigarette holder and threw out a nine-tube.

"Hehe, this dead girl has a good life, a big guy on the list long ago, they gave me a million meeting gifts before!"

"Huh? One million? Really? So rich?"

"That's not it, that guy is handsome and has money, one million is given away without blinking his eyes."

The tone of Ma Xueyan's speech was a bit of pride.

Another woman smoked two cigarettes and touched three tubes. She was a little jealous, and her mouth was plausible, "The big boss is not a good bird. Maybe your family wanted to marry someone in the past to be a second room for others!"