Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

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After giving birth to the second child, Yan Nian moved from the delivery room to the VIP ward, and woke up again, it was already the next morning.

The sun was as bright as ever, and her eyelids were a little sore. Her beautiful eyes blinked slightly. After looking around, she saw Jiang Beiyuan lying on the bedside in a blink of an eye.

He fell asleep with his eyes closed, his right face facing her, his face a little pale.

She moved her arms, trying to touch his hair, but he woke up suddenly.

Jiang Beiyuan quickly stood up, "Niannian..."

She was the first to see, and she was the first to call.

Such a gentle whisper like a dream, overlapping with the picture in the dream, so that the heart of words and thoughts accelerates inexplicably.

Yannian hugged Jiang Beiyuan's waist and rubbed it in front of him.

"I dreamed of Teacher Jiang!"

"What dream?" He took her head and rubbed her hair gently.

Yannian recalled the scenes in her dream and sighed.

"I dreamt that I gave you three children. The children are all grown up. Well... we are also getting old. I seem to have gray hair."

"and then?"

"Then it's gone," Yan Nian sniffed, raised her small face, and looked at Jiang Beiyuan's eyes, "You said that when I get old, will you still love me?"

Jiang Beiyuan's thin lips raised lightly, and she reached out and flicked her forehead. She asked this question very unnutritively.

"After the age of 18, Jiang Beiyuan loves words every day, and this heart will always belong to you little girl."

Even if he lost his memory 10,000 times, the frequency of his heart will always beat for her.

This is a fact that cannot be changed, and I do not want to change it.

Yannian loves Jiang Beiyuan's peach eyes swaying stars. When he sees people, he is always affectionate and passionate. Now listening to him say this, his heart is even more joyful, and he can't help but hug him tighter, "I love you too," Teacher Jiang!"

Tired and crooked for a while, Yan Nian remembered that she had given birth to a child.

"By the way, how about the child? Is it a boy or a girl? Is it healthy?"

"Mrs. Jiang, there is no second person in the world who has a bigger heart than you."

Only then did I think of the child.

Jiang Beiyuan answered patiently one by one, saying that it was a fetus of the dragon and phoenix, and that the children were very healthy. The girl who carried it out first was the sister, and the boy was one minute late and the younger brother.

She was like a chicken pecking at rice, already remembered that she had a dystocia this time, let Jiang Qingchi beat 120, and then she was pushed into the operating room, after giving birth, Jiang Beiyuan seemed to have come in, he held it. Her hand said, the memory is restored, we can't live without her.

"Have you really recovered your memory?"

"Ok."

"You didn't lie to me?"

"From Jiang Ting to Jiang Beiyuan, how many times did I lie to you?"

"Hey, that's great!!" She took a mouthful of his face, and then hurried to see the child she had given birth.

...

ugly.

This was Yannian's first thought when she saw the two children.

It's uglier than Jiang Qingchi, who was just born. It's better to say that boys are uglier. Yannian is afraid that her daughters will look ugly. What if she can't get married later.

Ding Baoyi was holding Jiang Chunhe, and Yannian took the child over and raised her brows, "Why is my daughter so wrinkled."

"Children are all like this, it will be fine if they grow up. You and Jiang Beiyuan have such good genes, are you afraid that your children will not look good?"

"That's what I said, I'm too worried."

"Oh yes,"

Ding Baoyi pulled Yannian's arm, and she was as educated as the old lady in her ear, "You, now you have a second child, you should pay attention. I heard people say that a woman is most likely to lose shape after giving birth to a second child. If you are If you want to get into shape, just take advantage of this time and don't wait for it to be too late."

"I know, I won't let myself become a fat man." Yannian snorted.

...

After being discharged from the hospital, Yannian started confinement.

I told Jiang Beiyuan to go home and kneel on the washboard in the delivery room.

Just talking about it for fun.

But that idiot actually asked Song Yikai to buy him a washboard, and he really knelt all night.

At first, I didn't know.

It was when I got up early the next morning and found my husband who was kneeling in front of the door. I was surprised that he actually knelt!

"Hey, I will convince you," Yannian pulled him up and patted him with the dust on his pants, "Why are you really kneeling?"

"There is one more night tonight, then kneel." Jiang Beiyuan said lightly.

"why?"

"Let the wife who is pregnant with two lives and do everything possible to please her husband with amnesia, I should kneel."

"..."

Yannian's nose suddenly sore.

"According to you, should I kneel for ten years?"

Jiang Beiyuan reacted for a few seconds, smiling and pinching her face, "No, your husband can't bear it."

"Then I can't bear it either! You tell me to be honest tonight, and you are not allowed to kneel on the ground without paying attention. Have you heard?"

"okay."

He answered, but in fact he poked and knelt at night.

Otherwise Jiang Beiyuan would never get through.

...

Having given birth to a pair of twins, that is, two children, taking care of the two children is a bit more tiring. Ding Baoyi repeatedly said that Jiang Nian and his wife should find a nanny, but it is not that she can't afford it.

Yannian refused to say anything.

It's not about money or money.

She thinks this is very good. It is a rare experience and a kind of happiness for two people to accompany the child to grow up. It is also a kind of happiness. Compared with the lazy lifestyle, it is not conducive to educating and growing up.

Moreover, she is not tired.

Because Jiang Qingchi helped her.

On weekdays, Jiang Beiyuan was reluctant to call Yannian, so he asked Jiang Qingchi to do this and that.

Young Jiang Qingchi is diligent, knowing that his mother is working hard, and it is not easy to walk through the ghost gate, so many things are done.

After the child is five months old, when the child grows up, both siblings can sit, crawl, and reach out to grab things. It doesn't have much effort.

So finally there was enough time. Early in the morning, Yannian got up and she was going to the gym to work out.

After giving birth to the second child, she wants to train the vest line and get a shape.

Setting the alarm clock at five thirty, opening his eyes with difficulty, Jiang Beiyuan woke up and asked her what to do.

Yan Nian got up from the bed... and then said, "Go to the gym to exercise."

"Well, what exercise?"

"You don't understand, women's body management is a lifetime career."

After speaking, he yawned and put on slippers and went out.

She went to see the two children first. She didn't cry, make trouble, or wake up, which was fine.

For those who are mothers, children should not be noisy, it is a blessing!

Yan Nian went to the bathroom next door to tie her hair, a high ponytail, a black tights, and black sweatpants under her.

In fact, Yannian is not fat at all. Her arms and legs are barely fat. But looking in the mirror, she feels that she is fat, and she feels that her belly has flesh.

Women are afraid of looking in the mirror.

A very nice girl, the more she took the picture, the more she felt that nothing would work.

As soon as Yan Nian turned on the treadmill, she heard the door opening.

The man in the white shirt had only the middle button fastened, and his slender fingers had distinct knuckles, which were almost transparent in color when illuminated by the morning sun.

Yannian: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Beiyuan watched her, approaching step by step, "Exercise with you."

...

Two hours later, Yannian returned to the bedroom, leaving only the strength to lie down.

"Take you to a bath?"

Jiang Beiyuan put the towel on her somewhat wet forehead and wiped it gently.

"You get up!"

She flicked away his hand impatiently, and her plan to work out early in the morning was ruined by him.

Jiang Beiyuan: "Don't get up so early in the future. What you need now is a good rest, not a loss of vitality."

"I said, why do you change so much? Who told me that I was too weak and asked me to run with you every morning. Now I want to exercise, and you don't let it go. You are a complex of contradictions!"

"Are you a mother before? Huh?"

"...I can't tell you."

Jiang Beiyuan moved her face, and she shook her head again.

He lifted the quilt and went to bed, hugging her in his arms.

"Good for you."

"Don't hold me, Chunhe should be awake, go and hold her!"

Jiang Chunhe is the one who can make the most noise, usually at this point he is croaking to find his parents.

Jiang Beiyuan glanced at her, "I am going to hug someone else's daughter-in-law early in the morning, would you like it?"

"What do you say, will I be jealous of my daughter?"

"You usually eat a lot."

In the early morning, Jiang Beiyuan's eyes showed a faint smile, which was gentle and indulgent towards her.

He always has an indescribable feeling for this woman, and he never gets tired of seeing each other.

"Does it hurt?" He raised his hand and squeezed the tip of her nose with moderate force.

"...Cut, look down on your wife, I'm all right."

"Okay, continue tonight."

Jiang Beiyuan then let go of her to go out to see the children.

I was so angry that I wanted to throw him into mud.

Is it too late to change now and say the pain?

...

Jiang Jingming spoke the fastest. He was only five months old and he clearly called his father and mother.

For this reason, even Jiang Qingchi praised his brother for being a prodigy.

Xu Kuangjie, a godfather, even bought some handsome little clothes, and came to Jiang's house again and again to wear them to his godson.

He simply thinks San'er's eyes are good-looking, following his old Jiang's peachy eyes.

Yan Nian: "San'er, thank you godfather."

Jiang Jingming's teeth did not grow straight, but it did not affect the discharge of his eyes: "Thanks, dry baba."

"Oh oh oh~!!!"

Xu Kuangjie loves Xiao Jingming for this reason, picking up the child, carrying both calves indiscriminately.

"When my godfather was so old with you, he almost spoke so sharply. I can write poetry at the age of three and be named at the age of six. You must be able to inherit my essence!"

Saying: "..."

Jiang Jingming, who was holding him unable to move: "..."

Jiang Beiyuan came over: "Let go, don't wipe your saliva on my son's face."

Xu Kuangjie: "..."

In comparison, Jiang Chunhe speaks slowly. He will only be called Dad at the age of eight months, and the sound of Mom is always erratic when it comes from a little girl’s mouth. .

It was hard to wait until Shun Liu was called, but when they were connected, they were "Hua Hua" and "Hua Hua".

For this reason, Jiang Chunhe's words often whispered, "It's mother, mother-mother."

"Huahua." Jiang Chunhe blinked Shui Lingling's big eyes, innocent and cute.

Yan Nian: "Mom."

"Flower."

Yannian gritted his teeth and shouted to Jiang Beiyuan in the kitchen, "What's the matter with your daughter, why don't you call me mom?"

Jiang Beiyuan took off his apron and brought vegetables to the table.

He glanced at Yannian, and then at Jiang Chunhe, both of which were his heart.

Jiangbei Yuan Kiln took a spoonful of egg custard, squatted on the ground and fed Jiang Chunhe himself.

"Hey, call me mom."

"Mom." Jiang Chunhe, who had only five small teeth, squinted and smiled.

"Mom—Mom." Jiang Beiyuan's voice was magnetic and dragged his voice.

"Mom." Jiang Chunhe smiled so that his eyes were curved, and he cried smoothly.

Yannian was finally happy, watching Chunhe in the pram, "Come on, look at me and call, Mom."

"Flower."

"It's Huahua, not her mother! Ah, it's her mother!" Yannian patted her mouth, and then made Jiang Chunhe giggle.

"Okay smelly girl, did you play with your mother on purpose?"

"What is your anger with your daughter?" Jiang Beiyuan touched Yannian's head.

Yannian snorted, "That's it for you father and daughter, you play with me on purpose."

Jiang Beiyuan hugged his daughter and sat on his lap, asked her what kind of food she would like to eat, and picked him up.

Jiang Chunhe pointed to the lettuce rolled fritters without saying anything, he wanted to eat this.

"You have vision!"

Yan Nian rolled a small dough stick for her and asked Chunhe to eat it by herself.

Jiang Beiyuan stared into his eyes, those peachy eyes drooping, his eyebrows were vivid, and his expression was exceptionally vivid.

I can see that Yannian feels silly... "What do I do?"

"Chun'er looks like you."

"And then?"

"I am very happy."

Jiang Beiyuan said every word, his lips curled up slightly, and his smile gained a little weight, "This feeling is like growing up with you."

Make up for his regrets that year.

Yan Nian's nose was sore, and he was just thinking about learning his lyrical words, but the person in front of him said again:

"I have to hold this little girl for a while, or she will be someone else's wife in the future."

"Who said before that he would not hug someone else's daughter-in-law?"

"Did I say that," Jiang Beiyuan laughed, "Mrs. Jiang, you have a wrong memory."

"you--!"

Yannian bit the fritters in her hand angrily.

Well, he seems to have never said that.

...

Jiang Chunhe really inherited his words and thoughts.

I really like to eat lettuce rolled fritters.

But Jiang Chunhe couldn't tell.

Before, the little girl pulled her father’s sleeve and kept saying Doudou, Doudou, Jiang Beiyuan had brought peanuts, jelly beans, chocolate beans, and pineapple beans. She almost brought her acne, but nothing The little girl said Doudou.

She still understands her daughter's heart best, and a plate of lettuce rolled fritters was served on the table, and then the little girl smiled and took the fritters.

So every time Jiang Chunhe said "Peas", the big guy knew that he wanted to eat fried dough sticks.

For example, today, Yan Nian went out for afternoon tea, took the girl alone, put the little **** the opposite side, let her sit and drink a bottle, and took a selfie with her mobile phone.

Mother actually ignored herself, Jiang Chunhe was unhappy, and her cheeks were puffed up, "Huahua."

"It's mother!"

"Huahua, Doudou."

"Call mother, give you beans."

"Huahua..."

"..." His words and thoughts were unmoved.

Jiang Chunhe made a rare compromise, "Mom."

"Hey, this is good!"

Yan Nian gave the waiter extra money to let her take a trip to buy her some fritters and lettuce.

After getting the delicious Jiang Chunhe, she grabbed lettuce in one hand and fried dough stick in the other. Mother didn't give it any rolls, and she rolled it herself.

Do it yourself and get enough food and clothing.

Yannian stopped playing with her mobile phone and looked at her little girl with her cheeks in both hands.

My daughter was a wrinkled little mouse at first, but now she looks a little bit like a baby, her face is a little fatter, and she may disappear when she grows up.

Liangtan's big clear eyes followed her, her nose was high, her lips were perfect, and her lips looked a bit like her father and her, but Yannian felt that Chunhe was better than her facial features because of the three-dimensionality.

Maybe this is the reason why blue is better than blue. After the girl grows up, she is definitely a beauty who is all over the country. This is very confident and sure.

"Chun'er, read to mom—"

"Oil, one European oil, bar, special oval bar."

"Peas."

"No, youtiao."

"Peas."

Words and thoughts did not back down: "You, Tiao."

She still doesn't believe it. After the battle for 800 rounds, she doesn't believe it.

"Peas."

"You, sticks."

"Peas."

"You-tiao."

An hour passed, and seeing the little girl almost ate up a plate of fried dough sticks, the pronunciation was still not correct.

Yannian's lips are worn out, "Youtiao!"

"Peas."

"Okay, Doudou is Doudou." Yannian surrendered with both hands.

This round, Jiang Chunhe won.

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