Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Jiang Beiyuan's hand paused in the air.

Some hesitated and some lost.

Yannian rubbed his legs restlessly, found a comfortable posture, and fell asleep with satisfaction.

A strand of broken hair fell slowly down her forehead.

This time, he held his breath and held the strand of hair very carefully, not to one side.

Yannian didn't wake up.

But the hair is restless.

Don't go to one side, and fall down again, causing Yannianxiu's eyebrows to frown.

Jiang Beiyuan didn't say goodbye either, and her slender index finger hooked her hair and twisted it around her fingertips, circle after circle.

He stared at her hair in amazement, and his hand moved slowly, like a slow motion playback of a movie, without stopping.

The hair that was not in the way tickles her face, Yannian's brows stretched out.

Jiang Beiyuan's eyebrows also stretched out, his eyes became tender and his heart became tender and moving.

Yes.

He was his ancestor before marriage, and his ancestor after marriage.

Even if she abused him thousands of times, but just looking at this face, he would still have uncontrollable heart palpitations as he did many years ago.

"Boy, what are you with?"

The driver was a middle-aged man. He looked like a nagging master with a mouthful of northeast stubble. Seeing that the carriage was too dull, he started talking to Jiang Beiyuan.

Jiang Beiyuan raised his eyes slightly, and when he looked at the driver, his tenderness was concealed by him, as if his tenderness was nothing more than a mirror, and the hallucinations disappeared.

"It's my wife."

"Why do you mean a wife is a target, don't you know?"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan didn't talk.

He is not the one who is willing to chatter with others.

The driver was cheerful and not annoyed, "Seeing you are a thief, do you work? A big star or a model?"

"Doctors."

"Hahaha, it's good to be a doctor these years, my third sister is also a doctor, and my salary is stubborn, but the bonus subsidy is too old!"

"…Yep."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror.

The man sitting behind had a cold face, like snow and frost.

It's a very cold guy.

"How many years have you been with the old girl?"

"what?"

Jiang Beiyuan did not understand.

The driver smiled, "I said how many years have you been together?"

Jiang Beiyuan didn't seem to understand yet, so he didn't talk any more.

The driver scratched his face awkwardly. He thought that Mandarin was good.

Then I didn’t ask, and I focused on driving.

The car turned to the main road, and the next intersection was Wenyuange Community.

Jiang Beiyuan in the back seat took out a new two hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it over.

"keep the change."

The driver was taken aback.

"You **** stuff, give me one hundred more."

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan glanced at the photo hanging in front of the car. The photo was of a family of three. The man on the far left was the driver of the car. The girl in the middle was smiling happily, but with one arm missing.

"Buy something delicious for the child."

After he finished speaking, he got out of the car holding Yannian, both legs were numb with Yannian, and he felt very uncomfortable.

The evening breeze is slightly cool.

Feeling the coolness outside, the person in his arms kept drilling into Jiang Beiyuan's arms.

He took the opportunity to wrap her tightly, bowed his head, kissed her smooth forehead, and pressed hard, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows spread out.

The driver saw this scene in his eyes and waved at Jiang Beiyuan.

"Boy, you are very rare for her, ah, you love her very much?!"

Jiang Beiyuan finally said.

"Love her for ten years, not love her."

He walked towards their home with his words in his arms, his slender figure connected with the night...

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