Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

but--

She has already made an agreement with Xu Kuangjie.

She can't tell the story of WeChat screenshots.

Say it again.

Regardless of whether Jiang Beiyuan is Jiang Ting or not, he is living very well and happily now. Jiang Beiyuan loves her and loves her very much. Isn't that good? Why do you have to entangle so much in the past.

"Forget it, don't think so much!"

Ding Baoyi raised her hand and patted Yannian's back to comfort her.

"You just pretend that you haven't seen anything. It's been so long anyway. Even if you and Jiang Ting had something before, it's been more than ten years now. Maybe he's married and had children long ago—"

Ding Baoyi paused before finishing her words.

An unfamiliar middle-aged man suddenly came to their table, pointed at Yannian, slapped his thigh and yelled.

"Ms. Yannian! Oops, it's not easy, but I found you!"

"..."

Yan Nian and Ding Baoyi looked at each other in puzzlement.

Who is this person?

The man scratched his neck, laughed, and said in a loud voice: "Ms. Yannian, you are really exactly the same as in the picture, but I looked for you very hard. It seems that God is destined to let me meet you here today. !"

"Wait a minute, sorry!"

Yannian's brows were almost wrinkled into a peach blossom. Seeing the people around the table looking at this side, she finally couldn't help but interrupt the middle-aged man.

"Who, who are you?"

Yan Nian didn't know this man and was completely strange to him.

"Hello, my name is Wang Er, I am a postman."

The man smiled and took out an old envelope from his bag and handed it over.

"You used to be a student of Zhicheng High School, right?"

"Ah, I am, what's wrong?"

"That's right!"

The man stuffed the envelope into Yannian's hand.

"Ten years ago, our company went to your school to do a publicity campaign. We started a dating event and wrote a letter to the person you missed the most in ten years. At that time, you and your boyfriend attended, and both of you wrote to each other. I wrote a letter, which should have been given to you a long time ago, but we only know that you have moved. Therefore, your letter has not been sent out for a long time."

The man paused, scratching his head a little embarrassed.

"Fortunately, we have reserved customer information. You look the same as before. You are still the same. I came to Blue Mountains for coffee today and I recognized you as soon as I turned around. You said it was a coincidence. !"

"..."

Ding Baoyi sighed with a smile.

She can testify to this.

The smallest change in the class is Yannian. From junior high school to the present, Yannian's facial features have hardly changed, just a little bit taller.

So whether you are a junior high school classmate or a high school classmate, you can recognize her at a glance.

Yannian took the letter and glanced at it.

I thought it was her first love when she was in junior high school, but unexpectedly, the signature on it turned out to be Jiang Ting.

She was speechless, dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that the envelope had become heavy in her hand.

"Then since the letter has arrived, Ms. Yannian, please sign here, and my task is complete!"

"okay."

Yan Nian took the ballpoint pen and wrote her name in the lower right corner. In fact, she didn't even remember that she had participated in this event ten years ago.

The graceful and small handwriting above is completely different from Jiang Ting's vigorous and powerful handwriting.

The man is a polite lord, he put the list away and bowed, "I'm really sorry, I should have given it to you a long time ago. It's been so long, and it has delayed your coffee with your friends."

"It's okay, you have worked hard too, thank you!"

"Hurry up and take a look at what is written in the letter!"

Ding Baoyi was more anxious than Yannian the client.

Yannian's breathing was a little short, and her fingers tremble.

What would Jiang Ting say ten years ago to her ten years later?

She pinched her trembling fingertips and slowly opened the envelope.

The paper inside is slightly yellowed.

The white paper engraved with ink, with the breath of a few years of paved surface, just like the return of an old man.

Ding Baoyi's head came over and looked over curiously.

I saw a huge piece of A4 paper with only one sentence written on it--

...

"I call you a wife, do you dare to agree?"