Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

It was from Ding Baoyi.

Jiang Beiyuan pursed the corners of his lips, his low voice has a little ups and downs, "Take care of her and make her a bowl of sober soup."

"Oh, I have to get up early tomorrow to go to work. I don't have time to take care of her. She is in the position I told you just now. I put her on the side of the road, but I don't care if you come here!"

After speaking, Ding Baoyi hung up the phone resolutely, looking down at a woman who was rubbing her thigh, rubbing her aching temple, and sighed.

"If he cares about you, he will definitely come.

If he doesn't care about you, don't buy him drunk in the future, don't let my old lady despise you! "

"Wine...I want to drink..."

Yannian's complexion is red, her eyes are blurred, she laughs silly, and her white teeth are as beautiful as jade.

Pedestrians on the road are looking towards this side.

Ding Baoyi raised her hand to cover half of her face, and silently pulled out her thigh.

"Ashamed, my old lady is too lazy to take care of you, you are here waiting for your husband to come over!"

Finished talking and left quickly.

He didn't really go, and sat down at the cafe across the street to observe the situation secretly.

ten minutes.

As long as Jiang Beiyuan arrives within ten minutes, she will leave.

If Jiang Beiyuan doesn't come, can she really ignore her words and thoughts?

...

Yannian sat on the steps in front of Hailan's house, with his small head drooping.

The top of the black hair is hanging and one hanging down, like a quail.

Many people passed by her and left quickly.

She was still yelling for a drink, but now she is extremely quiet.

She raised her eyes and stared at the people coming and going.

One came, and the other left.

Everyone is on the way, and everyone is destined to become a passerby.

until--

She reached out and grabbed the corner of a man in a black coat in the crowd.

With her small face up, her dim teary eyes seemed to be soaked in citrine, clear and charming.

"Take me away!"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan didn't move, let her hold it, and looked at her condescendingly.

"who am I?"

She shook her head without saying a word, and her tears fell.

Weeping silently, her lips moved, and only said that pleadingly,

"Take me away! Please, please..."

Jiang Beiyuan sighed hardly, and hugged her horizontally.

She was nestled in his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck, tears falling down with the broken beads, covering his clothes and burning his heart.

At this time, South Road was the most traffic jam, so Jiang Beiyuan didn't drive, he came over.

He walked to the intersection with Yannian, took a taxi, and carefully pushed Yannian into the back seat.

He then followed up, before sitting still, Yannian suddenly turned upside down toward him, knocking his head on his lap.

Jiang Beiyuan was taken aback.

He arched slightly, half of his body was still leaning against the glass, and the muscles in his legs were a little stiff, so he just kept this position and didn't dare to move.

"Boy, where are you going?"

The taxi driver has asked twice, Jiang Beiyuan recovered, and his throat moved: "Wenyuange community."

"Okay, but there is a traffic jam on the South Road. Would you mind if I go around the North Road?"

"Yep."

"..."

The driver stopped talking.

Jiang Beiyuan stared at Yan Nian while he was resting on his thigh.

A string of bright halaks flowed out and hung on the corner of her mouth, making him a little dumbfounded.

What dreams do you want?

He couldn't help laughing and wanted to touch her little face.

Unexpectedly, the latter screamed as soon as he met, as if his dream was disturbed, so he flicked away his hand impatiently.