Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Chapter 1008: I drank, daughter-in-law

As soon as Mu Yanzhu reached the third floor, he saw Chu Xiangchen squatting in front of his house, soaked all over.

Chu Xiangchen held a box of hot milk in his arms, his wet black hair pressed against his forehead, and water drops dripped down.

"Why are you here?"

"Sister, here to—"

It is a new milk flavor.

She disliked milk as too sweet last time, but he changed to a new flavor this time, the sweetness was just right.

Mu Yanzhu pursed his lips, staring at him condescendingly, "Isn't it delivered in the morning?"

"The weather forecast says there will be a heavy rain, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in the morning, my sister takes it—"

"come in."

Mu Yanzhu had already opened the door with the key.

"Hey?"

Chu Xiangchen, who had never thought of receiving this treatment, waved his hand in shock and blushed.

"I, I didn't want to take advantage of you."

"You are soaked, how can I feel comfortable? Come in, you change into clean clothes before leaving."

Then Chu Xiangchen walked in.

This is the first time he has come to Mu Yanzhu's home.

He changed his shoes at the entrance and looked around curiously.

Very warm design and decoration, the furnishings are in order, but there are few furniture, no cute dolls for girls, and not many small decorations. It reveals a cool and lonely atmosphere.

Mu Yanzhu entered the bedroom, pulled out a clean men's suit and a clean towel from the closet, and handed it to Chu Xiangchen.

"You go take a shower, and then change it."

"How come there are men's clothes in my sister's house?"

"I always imagined that he might live in."

Who is he?

Know well.

Anyway, it was not him Chu Xiangchen.

Chu Xiangchen's heart squeezed for a moment, took the clothes and towels in silence, and walked to the bathroom inside.

After half an hour, he took a shower and changed his clothes, and Mu Yanzhu handed him an umbrella again.

"If it's still raining outside, remember to hold an umbrella."

She escorted him to the door, and the latter dropped his head, his eyes were covered with long eyelashes, and his thin shoulders were also hanging down, like an abandoned child.

Mu Yanzhu was about to close the door--

A strong embrace held her tightly.

Chu Xiangchen's tears fell on her neck.

"I know you like him very much, but I also like you very much. What should I do to not like my sister that much? My sister told me, what should I do?!"

"You have so many fans, you just grab one, they are all people who love you."

"Those who love me, I don't love, I only love you now."

"Sorry, I don't love you." Mu Yanzhu sighed.

"Yeah! You don't love me, you are good everywhere, but you don't love me..."

Before Mu Yanzhu pushed him away, Chu Xiangchen had already let go of his hand.

He kept his head down and didn't want to be seen by Mu Yanzhu with his red eyes. This was his stubbornness and self-esteem.

Mu Yanzhu's eyes were sour and soft, thinking that Jianghe was the same three years ago. She would never see her when she cried, but she felt that he was really sad.

"Let's go, it's dark."

"…Ok."

Chu Xiangchen bowed his head and walked away.

When he walked to the corner, he looked back quietly with some expectation.

But only saw the closed door.

It turns out that people who don't love you will never stare at your back.

The feeling of love is like eating coptis.

He was so bitter that he was suffocating.

...

The next day is Sunday, and the magazine is closed.

Facts have proved that the weather forecast is inaccurate, there is no heavy rain, only the sun is shining.

Mu Yanzhu went back to the magazine by himself for a busy morning, and ate dinner alone at noon, planning to go shopping.

Across the exquisite display window, she saw a long silver-white dress, bright and soft, with graceful and elegant design, and the style of suspenders, which felt silky and soft to the touch.

Mu Yanzhu loves this dress so much. Just about to ask the price, a woman opened her mouth first, "Waiter, how much is this dress?"

"Miss, this skirt is twenty-eight thousand."

Speaking of the waiter, he looked at Mu Yanzhu again, feeling quite embarrassed, "Two ladies, there is one and only one piece of clothing in this shop, who do you want?"

The woman pretended to glance at Mu Yanzhu suddenly.

"You came first, do you want this skirt? Twenty-eight thousand."

"I don't want it, you want it."

"Okay, thank you then."

The woman looks beautiful, with exquisite makeup and shiny nails. She raises her little hand to pin the broken hair from her forehead behind her ears. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows reveal a calm, stern toe.

Mu Yanzhu turned and wanted to leave.

She really failed her father's expectations.

Dad once told her how many times, smoke candles, you look very good, and next time you encounter this kind of thing, if you like this dress, just tell her, I like this dress too, and I don’t want to let you.

You can’t let things you like, do you understand?

She always thinks that when she grows up, becomes rich, and has confidence, she will definitely fight for her rights.

How could it become a habit to give up.

Even if she is rich, even if she is in a high position, she has become accustomed to admiring those beautiful things through the window instead of fighting for it to become her own.

The only rare treasure she has in her life is the boy named Jiang He.

"Wife."

The clear voice above her head was just right and perfectly interrupted her thoughts.

Jiang Qingchi's movements that did not know when appeared naturally took her waist, and walked forward in a big stride.

The light and shadow are dazzling, he raises his hands and gestures gracefully, full of confidence.

Mu Yanzhu heard him say to the woman:

"Sorry, this skirt was my wife's first fancy, I bought it."

"But—your wife just gave me this skirt."

"How much is this skirt?" Jiang Qingchi looked at the waiter directly.

The waiter was so fascinated by this peerless appearance that Nene replied: "Twenty-eight."

"I'm out of thirty-eight thousand, okay?"

"..." The woman had nothing to say for a while.

The waiter has nothing to say.

She only serves the rich.

If both parties have money, it depends on who has the money.

...

After walking out of the mall, Mu Yanzhu let out a sigh of relief, why did he appear here.

"Thirty-eight thousand, I'll transfer the money to you."

"You have deleted my WeChat account, how can I transfer it?"

"I didn't delete this time."

"Oh~ I didn't delete it," Jiang Qingchi gave her the skirt in his hand with a smile, "You look better than her, really."

"Thank you Xiao Jiang for your compliment."

"You don't have to pay me the money."

"No, I have to pay you back."

He is stubborn, she is also very stubborn, this is a matter of principle.

She can no longer spend money from her ex-boyfriend.

Jiang Qingchi pursed his lips, slid his pockets with one hand, and looked down at her. She was wearing moon-white long sleeves today with half-rolled sleeves, revealing a small moon-like slender wrist.

She once told him one night, Jianghe, Yuebai is not white, and Yuebai is a faint blue.

She also said, Jiang He, you look good in moon white, and you look good in everything you wear.

When sweet, it's really sweet.

It's really cruel to get up.

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Qingchi frowned slightly, "Thirty-eight thousand, I don't want it, you can just answer me one question."

"what?"

"Why did you take that kid in last night?"

Hearing this, Mu Yanzhu frowned, "Are you following me?"

"Happened to see. Answer me."

"What's your business? It's really low to follow this behavior."

"Okay, then I'm just stalking, I don't care what you did last night, can you not let a man enter your house alone in the future? What kind of creature do you think a man is, simple on the surface, what kind of heart, can you guess it?"

"Of course I can't guess it."

Mu Yanzhu said with a cold face.

"If I could guess a man's mind, I would never be with you back then."

"you--"

Jiang Qingchi's frowning brow stretched out, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.

"I admit that I was very immature three years ago. I was very young and had a temper. We quarreled. I always talked about my young age and thought I was coaxing you. I told you that I love you every day. Will always obey me, I am too self-righteous."

He said every word.

"What you need is respect and recognition."

"Three years ago, I only knew to give you love and protection blindly. I thought that was the best love for you. I was wrong."

"I also tried to forget you in the past, I can't do it."

"in case."

"If I propose to you now, will you agree to me?"

The one that overlaps with his sentence is the sentence "Jiang He, the love of the witness, do you want to talk about it?"

They were very happy that day, if it weren't for his underage, she would already be his wife Jiang.

However, three years later, she is no longer the lonely girl back then.

"Now, no."

"why?"

"…Scared."

"it is good."

Jiang Qingchi nodded, "I will make you not afraid."

He finished speaking and left.

Mu Yanzhu kept staring at his back.

He really changed.

The boy who used to pester her every moment, now learned to leave just right.

He knows what to say and what not to say.

He also knew when to come and when to leave again, leaving her alone.

These were just right, it was terrifying, as the turbulent tide wrapped her heart, making her unable to find the way out, and even surrendering when her brain got hot.

When his back disappeared from his vision, Mu Yanzhu's tears flowed down.

Lao She once said that there was no rouge before, and the girl's face was only red for her sweetheart.

But Grandpa Lao She didn't say that the girl's tears were only for her sweetheart.

...

Monday is the busiest, and Mu Yanzhu is the editor-in-chief.

Copying, typesetting, adding editions, meeting with publishers and contractors to discuss in detail, one day is tiring enough.

She wore that 38 thousand skirt today, with a light green shawl on the outside, and her short hair was slightly longer, but she still couldn't cover her slender neck and delicate collarbone.

The twenty-seventh woman, who was polished by the years, was calm and steady. She just stood there, and there was a good taste of the years. People just want to watch from a distance, and don’t want to come forward, because they don’t want to spoil her solitary elegance. beautiful.

In the afternoon, I met with a publisher. Mu Yanzhu and an employee went there.

The other party is an old slippery head. Since seeing Mu Yanzhu, his eyes have squinted at her.

When talking to Mu Yanzhu, his hand was placed on her shoulder involuntarily, and Mu Yanzhu took a half step back silently, smiled back, did not tear his face with the other party, but also distanced the two sides.

Seeing her resistance, the old **** ghost didn't do anything to her.

Leaving the publishing house, employee Xiao Liu couldn't help but slander, "Editor-in-chief, you should find a man!"

"why?"

"Of course men can protect you!"

Mu Yanzhu smiled faintly, "Without a man, I can protect myself as well. It's not surprising that I can deal with the situation just now, I can handle it by myself."

"Hmph, that dead old man, thinking about taking advantage of beautiful women, I look angry!"

"..."

Mu Yanzhu's face did not change, and he looked down at the magazine in his hand, and his voice was also light, "There is nothing to be angry about, so quickly call Xiao Wang and ask him to draw illustrations and submit the paper tonight."

"Oh... good editor in chief."

The editor-in-chief is really calm, and the woman who can sit in a high position has a different psychological quality.

***

Night fell.

Mu Yanzhu returned to the apartment, it was already 7:30 in the evening.

She hadn't eaten her dinner yet, so she simply bit half of the roasted sweet potatoes on the way to fill her stomach.

The light and shadow in the corridor slowly refracted, falling on her door, and on the person standing at the door.

He is 185 in size, wearing moon-white casual clothes, with eyebrows like new leaves, eyes closed, and the outline of his facial features is illuminated by a lone light above his head, revealing a strong heroic spirit.

Men are polished by time.

The more polished, the more flavorful.

Mu Yanzhu subconsciously lowered his steps.

The moment he walked across from Jiang Qingchi, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The black eyes of the chess piece shone with scorching light.

Mu Yanzhu: "Why are you here again."

"This is the first time I have come to your door to wait."

"So?"

"I've been waiting for you."

Jiang Qingchi's expression was calm, but the light in his eyes suddenly appeared, bright and dark.

Mu Yanzhu smelled the aroma of wine on his body.

"you--"