Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Jiang Beiyuan has gone far.

That black figure, slender, tall, and lonely, he has already reached the direction of the intersection, separated from her by a long alley, across the sky with snowflakes, like an endless bridge.

"Jiang Beiyuan!!"

Yannian yelled at him.

However, it was so far apart that he couldn't hear it.

Somehow, suddenly afraid that he would disappear, she ran over.

Just because of the snow, the ground was slippery, and Yan Nian accidentally fell and fell on the ground. Fortunately, he was wearing thick pants and felt nothing.

Wanting to stand up and continue chasing, his knee was held by a warm hand.

The panting man had already ran up to her, squatting down.

"Mrs. Jiang, it's not a day or two for your husband to worry about you. Can you pay attention next time."

"Tsk, I'm just afraid you will run away!"

Yan Nian was helped by Jiang Beiyuan to stand up.

He looked at her with long eyelashes down, his thin lips opened slightly, his tone was a little helpless, "I will never run, I will always be."

Yannian knew what he meant, and felt sad, but she didn't follow him to be sensational, so she quickly took out a hundred yuan from her pocket and handed it over.

"Did you not bring money? Go to the intersection and take a taxi back, don't take the bus, it's too crowded!"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan looked moved, clutching the one hundred dollars and stuffing it into his pocket at will, without saying a word, he hugged her sideways.

"What are you doing?"

Yannian took his neck and looked at him puzzled.

He didn't look at her, and looked at the road without squinting.

The snow fell and fell on top of his head, on his delicate eyebrows, and the black eyes of those chess pieces became extremely deep.

"Next time you find your husband, just one call will do."

Jiang Beiyuan said.

"No matter where you are, I will go there. You don't have to come to find me personally. You just need to stand where you are and wait for me to get close to you. That's enough."

Yan Nian nestled in this man's arms, listening to his words quietly, his heart felt as if he had been baked by a soldering iron, warm and painful.

...

Jiang Beiyuan sent Yan Nian to the store, and after checking that her leg was not injured, he left with confidence.

Before leaving, Yannian gave him an umbrella, white floral.

Jiang Beiyuan held this umbrella and walked to the next intersection.

A black Rolls Royce flicked and stopped in front of him.

"Hey boss, I'm here!"

Song Yikai rolled down the car window and smiled at Jiang Beiyuan, showing a standard smile with eight teeth.

"Get in the car, boss, do you want me to get off and open the door for you?"

Jiang Beiyuan refused, "You go, I'll take a taxi back."

Song Yikai: "???"

Song Yikai drove Jiang Beiyuan's Rolls Royce back to the company with a daunting expression.

When we arrived in the hall, we ran into Xiao Chuchen head-on.

"Assistant Song,"

Passing by, Xiao Chuchen stopped Song Yikai and smiled gently at him.

"Didn't President Jiang ask you to pick him up? Why are you alone?"

"Hehe, my boss has something halfway, can't you come back later? Director Xiao, when did you care about my boss's personal affairs so much?!"

"Assistant Song, I didn't provoke you?" Xiao Chuchen smiled without anger, the eyes under the golden silk glasses were as gentle as spring.

"Of course not. I'm just a small assistant. How can I be angry with Director Xiao? I just think everyone should do what they should do. Don't overstep the distance. My boss hates the extra care of others. ."