Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Jiang Beiyuan has a meal at noon today.

Originally, he had rejected it, but Yannian wanted to take the children to find Ding Baoyi for dinner. Seeing that the family of four had settled down, he didn't worry anymore.

Originally, for this dinner, he was going to go with Xu Kuangjie, and on the way he briefly mentioned Xu Kuangjie, "Yan Nian wants to have three children."

Xu Kuangjie gave a cool voice, gritted his teeth angrily, "You said this deliberately or deliberately? You bullied my old bachelor?"

Jiang Beiyuan: "I won't want it, I won't risk her life."

"Then don't chant!"

"But she was making trouble with me."

"Then divorce her! Divorce her quickly! Where is the world—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Beiyuan drove Xu Kuangjie to the side of the road with a squeaking brake.

So now it is Song Yikai who accompanies Jiang Beiyuan to dinner, not Xu Kuangjie.

"Boss, you don't look so good. Have you rested?"

Inside the elevator, Song Yikai asked concerned.

Jiang Beiyuan ignored him.

Song Yikai took out a bottle of yogurt from his bag and handed it over, "Boss, aren't you happy?"

Jiang Beiyuan took the yogurt and then glanced at him.

"Nothing, Mrs. President wants three children."

"Ah, Madam, is there too many Douyin brushes? Lao Jiang, do you want a third child? You want me to give you one now, hahaha!"

Jiang Beiyuan squinted slightly, before he became angry, Song Yikai closed it when he saw it, and hurriedly slapped his mouth.

"I was wrong boss, I just want to make you happy!"

"..." Jiang Beiyuan's face was expressionless, and the angular chin and thin lips formed a sharp arc.

Song Yikai coughed twice.

"Boss, I don't think you should be worried, but you should be happy. I know what you are worried about. It's nothing more than your wife's body. But think about it from a different perspective—"

"When a woman loves a man, she is willing to give birth to him. The wife can give birth to you without fear of hardship or pain. Doesn't this represent her unswerving and moving love for you!"

Hearing that, Jiang Beiyuan's cold face just now eased slightly.

"It's hard to imagine that you also have this kind of consciousness."

"It is my duty to share the worries with the boss. As long as the boss is happy, I will definitely—"

The rest of the words were not finished, the elevator door opened, and Song Yikai stopped the loss in time, followed Jiang Beiyuan out of the elevator, and walked towards the private room of the restaurant.

It was a veritable business banquet.

There are raw faces and familiar faces, including Han Qiusheng, who introduced his daughter to Jiang Beiyuan last time.

Han Dong brought his daughter Han Weiwei today. Everyone is beautiful and well-mannered, wearing emerald green cheongsam, sitting beside his father.

Upon seeing Jiang Beiyuan, Han Weiwei's heart missed a beat.

It's not that she has never seen a man, nor has she never seen a handsome guy. All kinds of handsome guys are used to seeing them.

The one in front of him, Allure's stunning face, will not be mentioned for the time being, such an extraordinary temperament, indescribable demeanor, gestures between gestures, but indescribable.

"Dad...Is this the President Jiang you mentioned to me before?" Han Weiwei covered her father's ear, but her eyes were aimed in Jiang Beiyuan's direction.

Han Qiusheng nodded slowly, "Yes, when I see you today, is it a kind of talent?"

Han Weiwei gave a hum, smiled shyly, tucked her fingers, pinned the broken hair scattered on her forehead behind her ears. This gesture was gentle and gentle, but the person diagonally opposite was indifferent, even without a moment of light. give her.

Han Weiwei was a little lost secretly.

Isn't she pretty? He didn't even look at her at all.

That's it.

She is a pretty lady, but not a little girl who can't hold her breath.

The waiter brought the food, and Song Yikai, who was sitting on the right hand side of Jiang Beiyuan, couldn't help it.

These are all dishes he can't see in his life, and it's rare to follow the boss over for dinner and have the opportunity to feast on his mouth.

But the boss didn't move the chopsticks, and of course he was not easy to move the chopsticks. This rule is understood.

"President Jiang, this is my daughter, Han Weiwei."

Han Qiusheng introduced his daughter to Jiang Beiyuan.

Jiang Beiyuan's jaw tapped slightly, and his smile was fleeting, like a dragonfly touching water, inaudible.

Han Weiwei stood up, raised his glass, and wanted to respect Jiang Beiyuan.

"I heard that Jiang is always a leader in the business world, and he really deserves his reputation when I saw it today. Yaren deeply uttered Mu Ruqingfeng's phrase to describe President Jiang. It couldn't be better."

"Thank you Miss Han for the praise."

"Hey, I drank this wine for our President Jiang. Our President Jiang is driving today. It is not suitable to drink!" Song Yikai, who had received Jiang Beiyuan's eyes long ago, would be fired if he didn't stand up again.

Han Weiwei smiled politely, this wine wanted to serve Jiang Beiyuan, but it entered Song Yikai's belly.

For a while, I was secretly upset.

Why is this man's temper so cold and elusive?

Although their Han family is listed abroad, their status in the Lucheng business community is second to none in recent years. Even the most powerful bosses have to give them a bit of face.

In other words, she is usually the daughter of the Han family. She must be praised by others. She is shameless, and she looks like a bad word.

This Jiang Beiyuan... really doesn't know how to socialize.

Han Weiwei sat down and bit her lip.

She doesn't give up.

The more he took a step back, the more she wanted to go further, she wanted to see where his bottom line was.

But after the whole meal, he didn't say much, and he spent more time playing the role of a bystander, listening quietly to the rest of the people, and inserting a sentence or two at the critical moment, cherishing words like gold.

Seeing that the meal was about to end, Han Weiwei took a sip of water, and calmly glanced at Jiang Beiyuan's direction.

"I heard that President Jiang was a surgeon before?"

This topic suddenly started, and it seemed a bit abrupt.

Han Qiusheng glanced at his daughter, "What's wrong? Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"Dad, you forgot, isn't the cousin having a bad heart? I was thinking, since President Jiang was a doctor before, it would be better to let President Jiang perform heart bypass surgery for the cousin."

In this way, with her cousin as an intermediary, she has a reason to contact Jiang Beiyuan a lot!

"Yes, I heard that President Jiang is skilled in surgery. He was known as the top leader in thoracic surgery at the Central Hospital before!" one of the CEOs answered.

"That's right, that's right, President Jiang has only returned to the company in recent years. He used to work in the hospital, but he was a servant of the people who rescued the wounded."

"..."

What you say to me is actually putting pressure on Jiang Beiyuan.

Han Weiwei's wishful thinking is well played, and everyone else has their own ghosts. Han Qiusheng smiled and wanted to see Jiang Beiyuan's opinion.

Jiang Beiyuan hadn't spoken yet, Song Yikai beside him was a little uncontrollable, stomping his feet in anxious manner.

My boss's right hand has been injured, and he still can't hold a scalpel. It is definitely impossible to perform surgery.

However, people in the business community don’t know about this. If it’s made public now, it’s spread out, one spread ten, ten spread a hundred, and some exaggerated media scribbles that Jiang Beiyuan’s right hand is disabled. Jiang Nian Group's stock market caused volatility and influence.

Thinking of this, Song Yikai hurriedly stood up, "Our boss--"

Jiang Beiyuan motioned for him to sit down.

He sifted a cup of black tea and raised his cup in the direction of Han Weiwei and Han Qiusheng.

"Sorry Dong Han, apart from medical skills, I have a gentleman's promise to my wife not to treat female patients."

"Oh? Is President Jiang discriminating against female patients?"

"Of course not. It's just..."

Jiang Beiyuan's left hand rubbed his right ring finger, and the folds of the wedding ring on it glowed. It was his promise, his affection and determination.

His thin lips were raised, and his long eyelashes curled low, as if soft light slipped from the bottom of his eyes.

"My little wife is aggressive and jealous. She can't understand my close contact with female patients. If Han Dong's family wants to have bypass surgery, I have a few trusted colleagues who can introduce him to Han Dong. ."

After that, Jiang Beiyuan toasted.

"Replacing wine with tea, this cup is regarded as my compensation to Dong Han."

Han Qiusheng laughed heartily and clinked glasses with Jiang Beiyuan.

"President Jiang is really a good man with a single heart, admire, admire!"

"A man is responsible to his wife, he should."

Song Yikai, who witnessed all this, breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, Han Weiwei was not reconciled, wanted to say something, and could only give up in the end.

...

When the meal was over, Han Weiwei didn't leave immediately, sitting in the same position as if sulking.

"What's the matter, my baby girl? Still angry at President Jiang's refusal?"

Han Qiusheng put an arm on the back of the chair and stared at his daughter.

Han Weiwei bit her lip, "Dad, is Jiang Beiyuan really married?"

"Yeah, you didn't see the ring on someone's hand?"

"Maybe it was deliberately worn, to cover people's eyes."

Concealed?

Han Qiusheng laughed, "Weiwei, you rarely have such a real time! Do you like it?"

"I feel a little bit about him, it feels like he is different from other men."

"But people refused to have the operation, which indirectly shows that they just don't want to get involved with our Han family. Can't you tell?"

Han Weiwei snorted.

Just because I saw it, I was unhappy and unwilling.

Why don't you want to get involved with their Han family?

Is it because they don’t have enough Han families, or status?

Han Qiusheng sighed and patted his daughter on the shoulder.

"Well, since people have no intention of you, don't think too much. There are so many men in Zhicheng, is there still one Jiang Beiyuan missing from him?"

"Dad, I can't agree with you. You told me before that if you face the one you like, you must fight for it. In our Han family's dictionary, there is no such word as concession."

"But they are already married, right?"

"Dad, there is nothing wrong with liking someone, not to mention, you know, it is difficult for me to like someone."

Facing his daughter's brainwashing, Han Qiusheng was helpless, and finally just nodded.

"It's fine if you have a sense of measure, shall we go back?"

"okay."

...

"Boss, you are still smart, I almost told you about your hand injury!"

Song Yikai was full of praise for Jiang Beiyuan's responsiveness.

If only I could be so smart.

Think about it again, no way.

If he inherited Jiang Beiyuan's brain, would he still need to be his assistant now? Kill this arrogant man every minute.

"What do you scold me in your heart?"

"I scold you for being proud of no one." Song Yikai said subconsciously.

The corner of Jiang Beiyuan's lips curled up, and his smile was unknown.

Song Yikai shivered suddenly and almost thumped to his knees, "Old boss, I was just possessed by a ghost, don't mind!"

"You are dismissed."

Jiang Beiyuan drove away by himself.

He didn't drink alcohol today, so he can drive.

I called Yannian and wanted to ask where she was. He wanted to pick her up.

Maybe it was because he had a good heart. As soon as the phone was connected, he saw Yan Nian and Ding Baoyi on the corner in front of him, as well as three children.

Yannian pushed the cradle with Jiang Chunhe inside, Ding Baoyi hugged Jiang Jingming, as for Jiang Qingchi...

The young master came here today and is responsible for carrying the bags.

"What's wrong, are you coming to pick us up?" Yannian asked.

Through the car window, Jiang Beiyuan stared at her.

"Turn your eyes around."

"Oh."

Yannian did.

Just standing in place, rolling his eyes up and down, like doing eye exercises.

Ding Baoyi: "Are your eyes cramping?"

"No, Jiang Beiyuan made me roll my eyes, who knows what he is going to do!"

The man on the other end of the electric ring was amused, and an unconcealed smile came down the earpiece, the low and magnetic voice bewitching people.

"Silly girl, look to the right."

Yan Nian turned around and saw the luxury car driven by Jiang Beiyuan.

"Hey, you guy, can't you just say you are on my right?"

"Who knew you were so stupid."

"I'm stupid? Obviously you didn't explain clearly!"

"Well, my fault, apologize to my wife."

Jiang Beiyuan hung up.

The way to apologize is to get out of the car personally, pick up her daughter, put it in the car, fold the bassinet, and put it in the trunk.

Seeing that his younger brothers and sisters were all in the car, but they were standing under the sun, carrying these shopping bags and no one cared about them. Jiang Qingchi was unhappy, so he simply lost all these bags and ran towards Jiang Beiyuan.

"Dad hold me!"

"Pick up those bags and put them in the trunk."

"I don't! Dad hold me!"

The little guy maintained a slinging pose.

Jiang Beiyuan: "The man from the Jiang family is so unaccountable? How many shopping bags are you losing?"

The radical method absolutely applies to Jiang Qingchi.

The little guy turned around, picked up all the bags and put them in the trunk.

"Dad hold me!"

Standing in front of the car, Jiang Qingchi was very persistent.

Today, I was exposed to the sun for a day, my face was flushed, and my forehead was still sweating, cute and inexplicably pitiful.

Jiang Beiyuan stooped to pick up his elder son, and weighed in.

"You are thin again." He squeezed his son's face and said.

"Really!"

Jiang Qingchi was willing to listen to this, and giggled.

"Dad, did I become more handsome after losing weight?"

"Ok."

"Then Dad, if he becomes more handsome, he can beg his wife!"

Jiang Beiyuan: "..."

"Daddy, tell me, when can I ask my wife?"

"Twenty years later."

"cut!"

Jiang Beiyuan jammed this little slick in the back seat of the car.

The position of the co-pilot was reserved for his wife. He drove. As for Ding Baoyi, of course, he had to sit in the back and take care of the three children.

Jiang Chunhe played with the hanging chain on Ding Baoyi's bag, and pulled it down.

"You girl!"

Ding Baoyi glared at the little girl.

"Your brother, your brother, and other boys are more honest than you, you, you, you really learned your mother's naughty tricks."

Reluctant to scold the little girl!

It looks like a jade, and Ding Baoyi means just a few words.

Yannian became unhappy, "Who is naughty?"

"Hey, your girl broke my bag, you pay me one."

"I don't have money!" Yan Nian spread his hands.

Ding Baoyi refused to give up, "Then let Mr. Jiang pay me one!"

Jiang Beiyuan: "Yes, you can ask Xu Kuangjie for it tomorrow."

"He? Forget it, I don't want this bag."

Ding Baoyi stopped the loss in time.

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