Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

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At this moment of confrontation, Yannian couldn't laugh or cry.

Jiang Beiyuan actually fell asleep leaning on the glass door of her flower shop.

She reached out and poked at him, and he woke up, with deep but blurred peach eyes, looking at her at this moment like a child in confusion.

Yannian wrapped his arms around his arms, raised his head, and looked at him.

She was wearing a little lavender floral nightdress with loose hair and a narrow smile.

"Big brother, why were you here at night? You didn't go in there? Huh?"

As soon as the voice fell, she regretted it a little.

She and Jiang Beiyuan seem to be still in the cold war. Isn't her familiar tone not so good?

The man looked straight at her, not an instant, without obstructing his vision.

At first, his brows were frowning very tightly. After confirming that it was her, his long brows stretched out.

"My wife, this is the money I made tonight."

Jiang Beiyuan has a heavy nasal voice, holding the wad of money in his hand, and happily stuffing his words into his arms.

"All for you...all for you flowers..."

The words were taken aback.

"You make so much money in one night?"

Jiang Beiyuan hummed softly, and a few strands of pride spread from the corners of his eyes, "They can't play with me."

"Playing? You are a doctor, who are you playing with?"

"Xu Kuangjie, Chen Shuo, Gao Wei and Zhao Quan, there are few of them, no one else."

So good.

Obediently.

She asked him what he said.

Very abnormal.

Yannian spread his five fingers, stretched out in front of Jiang Beiyuan and waved, "Do you know who I am?"

Jiang Beiyuan nodded and suddenly grinned.

"You are my wife and my daughter-in-law."

"..."

He smiled abruptly, Yannian sentiment shocked, until Jiang Beiyuan's alcohol came along with the wind, Yannian sighed heavily.

"Are you drinking again? Forget it, you come in first. I don't know which wicked person put you here. Do you want you to stand outside all night."

With that, he pulled Jiang Beiyuan's arm into it.

He was dragged by her obediently, and as soon as he stepped in, he took off his shoes.

Yannian: "Why are you taking off your shoes?"

"At home, of course you must take off your shoes."

"This is in the store, you don't need to take off your shoes!"

The floor of the flower shop was not as comfortable as the floor of Jiang Beiyuan's house, but she could see that he was not only drinking, but also drunk.

"This is your shop?"

Jiang Beiyuan asked suddenly.

Yannian thought his question was funny, "Of course this is my shop, haven't you seen that there are flowers inside."

Hearing this, Jiang Beiyuan pointed his finger at himself, "Then can I come in?"

Yan Nian was taken aback again.

"Don't speak so carefully, can you do it deliberately?"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan shook his head.

Keep saying no.

Then he bent down and hugged her hard.

"I didn't mean it, I just miss you, I miss you so much."

"..."

With the end of his voice falling, the money in his arms splashed all over the floor, Yannian didn't even have the intention to pick it up, but was clung to him hard.

She heard his textured voice tinged with dumbness and somewhat unknown pain.

"I miss you so much every day, I can't do anything at all..."

"You were the first to provoke me, but you said you don't want it..."

"Why didn't you follow me? Didn't you say yes, you want to follow me to England, but if you leave, I can't find you anymore..."

"I didn't...not deliberately...all deliberately, bad girl, did you deliberately treat me badly?"

"But... you don't like me, I still like you very much... I like you the most, Nian Nian..."

When he got to the back, he spoke intermittently and became increasingly unclear.