Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Jiang Jingming's brows became a ball, and he was taken back by his sister before he could drink it.

"Princess..."

"It's alright, servants can't be greedy. The king said that greedy people will eventually become toads."

"Who is the king?"

"Of course it is my dearest father Jiang Beiyuan. He is the number one person in this country. Even I have to listen to him and can't do things he doesn't like."

When it comes to Jiang Beiyuan, Jiang Chunhe’s eyebrows are extremely proud, because she has a very great father, including herself, everyone must admire Jiang Beiyuan, whoever doesn’t like Jiang Beiyuan is her Jiang Chunhe’s enemy.

"Yeah, I understand."

Xiaojiang San'er leaned over to beat her sister another leg, and worked hard.

For the sake of his hard work, the princess expressed compassion and passed the bottle in her hand again.

"Just one bite, only one bite."

"..."

Jiang Jingming hurriedly bit the pacifier and did not let go.

Seeing two mouthfuls, three mouthfuls, several mouthfuls, let go!

Still not letting go! ! !

"Wow--" the princess cried.

Jiang Jingming was relieved and hurried to kiss her sister's face.

"Princess stop crying, I just took a sip."

"You lied! You obviously drank it, 1, 2, 4, ... 3 mouthfuls!"

"Then can I have another sip?"

"No more!"

The little princess slapped the servant's face with a slap, not heavy, but with a arrogant look, clinging to the bottle in her hand.

Jiang Jingming glanced at his sister aggrievedly.

"The princess sleeps well, and the servant leaves first."

"Why are you going?"

"Go to protect this country."

"Why do you want you to protect? There is a king!"

"But the king works during the day, not at home."

That's right.

The princess squeezed her fingers and nodded, and then she seemed to think of something, pouting her little **** and crawling to the head of the bed, and pulled out a blue plastic sword from the drawer beside her.

"Then you go to protect the country. If there is a devil, take this Jiang Chun and crystal sword and kill it."

"Good Lord Princess." Jiang Jingming took this extraordinary sword with his palms facing up.

"Hey, wait a minute--"

Seeing Jiang Jingming walked to the door, Jiang Chunhe stopped him again and looked at him worriedly.

"You must pay attention to your safety, and you can't lose it like last time, so I will worry about you, the king, the princess, and the second king, they will also worry about you."

"Yeah." Jiang Jingming nodded solemnly, knelt on the ground, and knocked his head at his sister, "I will never lose it again, Princess Princess, don't worry."

After speaking, he left the room.

Go to protect the country.

...

The next day was Saturday, and Jiang Qingchi stopped going to kindergarten, so Yannian wanted to watch three children at home.

There was nothing in the afternoon, thinking about squeezing orange juice for the three children.

Jiang Qingchi is watching TV. The TV is playing dynamic DJ dance music. Jiang Chunhe's body is very flexible. Following the music, he twists his **** and dances happily.

"Wow, Chun'er is so good, we can dance."

Being praised by her mother, Chunhe danced harder, waving her little hand, and raising her orchid fingers, showing a decent look.

Jiang Jingming was not to be outdone, even though his limbs were uncoordinated, he was still trying hard to spread his teeth and claws.

Yannian clapped her hands and applauded, and was so amused by the two children that she burst into tears and laughed, "Awesome, awesome."

Then turned back to the kitchen to continue squeezing orange juice.

Jiang Chunhe was dissatisfied that Jiang Jingming robbed her of the limelight, and gave him a little hand.

"You are a servant, and a servant cannot dance with the princess."

This word came to Jiang Qingchi's ears without missing a word. Jiang Qingchi turned off the TV, and made a serious face.

"Jiang Chunhe, you can't say that, brother."

"Huh, he is the servant of the princess himself, so he must abide by the agreement."

Jiang Chun and proudly stopped starting and went to the kitchen to find their mother.

Jiang Jingming climbed to Jiang Qingchi and played with the remote control beside him.

Want to dismantle.

It looks fun.

"Be good three, ignore her, she is the eldest temper."

Jiang Qingchi touched his brother's head.

"Just follow me in the future, men just want to be with men."

"..."

Jiang Jingming didn't speak up. At this moment, all his attention was on the remote control. He just liked to study things.

Jiang Qingchi slapped his younger brother on the back, and after a yawning effort, the remote control was removed.

"you--!"

Fortunately, he just helped him speak, Jiang Qingchi gritted his teeth.

"San'er, you are so bad! You broke the remote control. I'm going to tell mom and let my dad teach you a lesson."

"Brother wait a minute."

Jiang Jingming held Jiang Qingchi and quickly assured him that he would fix it!

"It's all broken, how can I fix it?"

"I will get it right, I will get it done, my brother believes me."

"Then you do it, I can help you hold mom for a while so she won't let her see that you broke the remote control."

"Thank you brother."

Jiang Jingming lowered his head and danced.

In five minutes, the remote control was reassembled.

Jiang Qingchi hurriedly took the remote control, and it was good to use it.

You can also switch channels, the volume button is no problem, and the power button is no problem.

It seems that this kid still has two brushes.

Jiang Qingchi stroked Jiang Jingming's head, learning Jiang Beiyuan's usual tone.

"Well, yes, you are very good."

"Dad won't let my brother learn from him, and Dad will be angry."

"Then start over again."

Jiang Qingchi patted Jiang Jingming on the shoulder.

"You, Jiang Qingchi's younger brother, will definitely become a very good electrician in the future."

"Thank you brother!"

The little guy who was praised by his brother smiled happily.

...

It's time to drink orange juice.

Jiang Chunhe wanted to take the orange juice back to the room and drink it comfortably, because she didn't want to see Jiang Qingchi now. Jiang Qingchi helped Jiang Jingming but didn't help her. She even made him the king because of her bad brother. He doesn't like him. Up.

Seeing that her sister hadn't closed the door, Jiang Jingming pushed open the door of her sister's room.

"Lord Princess."

"What are you doing?"

"Sir Princess, would you like a straw?"

Jiang Jingming raised the colorful things in his hand.

Of course this is good.

Jiang Chunhe lay on the bed and ordered Jiang Jingming to put a straw into his cup immediately, then put the cup on the ground for her, and help her bring the fairy tale book.

Jiang Jingming followed suit.

Jiang Chunhe lived the life she dreamed of, basking in the sun, and there was a blue sky and white clouds outside the window. She was lying on the bed with her legs up and drinking orange juice while reading.

"Does Princess Princess have any other orders?"

"The time is gone."

Jiang Chunhe didn't pronounce the sound "Temporarily" well, so it became an account.

"The princess must be happy, don't be unhappy."

"Cut, I won't be unhappy, I'm a princess, and the princess will be ugly if she is unhappy."

"Hmm!"

Jiang Jingming heaved a sigh of relief and turned around and went out.

Jiang Qingchi passed by Jiang Chunhe's room, watched the door of the room open, walked in and took a look, good fellow, he would enjoy it so much.

When he was young, he didn't enjoy it like her!

Jiang Jingming must have been instructed to do it again!

Jiang Qingchi's eyes rolled, went to the kitchen to get a glass of boiled water, and quietly changed the orange juice on the ground.

Let you bully San'er every day, I don't allow it!

Jiang Qingchi gave the "returned" orange juice to Jiang San'er in the toy room for him to drink.

"Strange, didn't brother drink orange juice?"

"Yes, I am reluctant to drink, so I'm left to drink for you."

"Thank you brother."

I hugged my brother to express my gratitude.

Jiang Qingchi enjoys it very much, because he thinks he has done a very right thing. He just can't bear to use the big to bully the small. This is to eliminate evil and promote good, to act on behalf of the heavens, to do justice, and to maintain social harmony, justice and love. !

In the other room, Jiang Chunhe who had been drinking halfway suddenly felt that the taste was not right.

Why does orange juice taste so like...

Like... How about plain water?

Looking down, the princess was immediately angry!

"Servant! Come here, servant!"

The servant was playing a game next door, but I didn’t hear it.

"Hmph, how dare you not obey this princess! I am so angry!"

The consequences of the princess being angry are very serious!

Get out of bed, kick open the door of the toy room, and see San'er holding a glass of orange juice in his hand. Isn't this your own orange juice?

"Why are you so bad?"

Angrily, Jiang Chunhe pushed Jiang Jingming a bit, but he didn't expect to push him down, and the orange juice was spilled on the small train that Jiang San'er had finally assembled.

Jiang Jingming's clothes were also splashed with orange juice, but he didn't care about wiping it, just got up and looked up at Jiang Chunhe.

"Sister is too much this time!"

"Am I being too much? You obviously got my orange juice first!"

"My brother gave this to me, not me!"

"It's you and you! You have learned to lie!"

"..."

The two sides couldn't help but quarrel, Yannian heard something coming over, looked at her son, then her daughter, and asked what was going on.

"Wow! Mom!"

Jiang Chunhe preempted with Hedong Lion Roar.

"Mom, Jiang Jingming still doesn't admit it to my orange juice."

"Mum, I don't have one."

Jiang Jingming did not cry, but his eyes were red, and his fists were clenched together tightly.

Yan Nian walked towards Jiang San'er. When his mother bent down, Jiang Chunhe rushed forward and hugged her mother's neck.

"Mom, I was very tired from reading and I had a headache."

headache?

Isn't it a fever?

"Mom will take your temperature, don't worry."

Yan Nian hugged Chun'er and left, and asked Jiang Qingchi to come and wipe the small train soiled by orange juice.

Mother is gone, and brother is here. Jiang Jingming finally couldn't help crying. With his little head down, Jin Doudou kept falling.

He didn't want to cause trouble to his mother, nor did he want to see her embarrassed, but it was obviously not his orange juice!

Why should my sister misunderstand him?

Jiang Qingchi's heart was so guilty that his palms were sweating. He didn't expect that this joke was too big, he just wanted his brother to drink more.

"Sorry, it's all my fault, Saner, don't worry, brother, I will explain to my mother later, it's the orange juice of my sister, it's none of your business!"

"My little train..."

Jiang Jingming's tears kept falling, and he pointed to the small train next to him, this was the first time he was so wronged.

Jiang Qingchi sighed, took the toilet paper and wiped the train for him. After cleaning it, he went to his room and brought a new airplane model.

"This is for you, don't be sad!"

"Thank you brother."

I took the airplane model and thought about how to dismantle it. As I thought about it, Saner Xiao Jiang stopped crying.

Jiang Qingchi held his shoulder and kissed his eyes tenderly.

"Then you have fun, I'll talk to my mother."

After speaking, he left the room.

Jiang Chun and the headache are not pretends. She has a cold, so she has a low fever. Yan Nian posted a fever-reducing sticker for her. The little girl can jump and jump, and she is not restless when she is sick. She has been running around in the living room. Looking west.

Jiang Beiyuan came back in the evening and boiled some herbs for the little girl to drink.

For children, western medicine can be eaten as little as possible, which has side effects.

The little girl took the medicine and felt much better. When she was watching TV at night, she was leaning against her father, who was reading documents. She was playing with father's slender fingers and chewing white rabbit toffee in her mouth.

Jiang Qingchi sat on another sofa, hugging Jiang Jingming.

The princess was jealous, walked over, went to get close to her brother, and wanted her to hold her too!

This is the case with children. They don’t hold grudges. What happened in the afternoon is forgotten at night.

Jiang Qingchi picked up his sister.

"I took your orange juice. I was wrong, but you knocked it over and spilled it on your brother's train. You are also wrong. You need to apologize to your brother."

"Huh, brother, I have a fever."

The little girl pointed pitifully at the fever-reducing sticker on the top of her head.

Haven't you seen such a prominent sign!

"you……"

Forget it.

Jiang Qingchi was still softened after all.

Facing his sister's misty and wet eyes, I thought I would let her apologize to Jiang San'er after her fever subsided.

Soon Jiang Beiyuan returned to his bedroom. Jiang Qingchi hurriedly changed the channel. He wanted to watch horror movies instead of boring financial channels.

This is not the first time Jiang Qingchi has watched a horror movie, but it is the first time Jiang Chun and Jiang Jingming have watched it.

Jiang Chunhe's face turned pale, holding his brother's neck, covering his eyes, not daring to look at the screen, but dared to look secretly through his fingers.

Jiang Jingming's expression is impermanent.

Turns out this is a horror movie.

There is nothing scary, why is my sister so scared, obviously ghosts are all fake.

The horror movie is over.

Jiang Qingchi yawned and turned off the TV.

"Okay go to bed, I have to go to kindergarten tomorrow."

"Brother hug me, I am afraid!"

The princess is not afraid, not afraid of seeing horror movies.

Jiang Qingchi sighed and carried the heavy sister back to her own room.

"Shall I turn off the lights for you?"

"No, but can brother put a quilt on me first?"

"You really can call people!"

Jiang Qingchi walked over, helped Jiang Chunhe cover the quilt, and then turned off the lights for her before leaving the room.

The room was dark, and there seemed to be a terrible sound from the TV echoing in my ears.

Jiang Chunhe opened his eyes and squeezed the quilt tightly with his little hands.

"I, I tell you, I am a princess, my father is a king, my mother is a princess, my brother is the second king, and my younger brother. He is my favorite servant. He will protect us. Country, protect me. If you dare to bully me, the people of our country will not let it go--Ah!!!"