Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"A friend of Jiang was hospitalized when he was ill. He happened to see Manager Wen also in the central hospital and bought a bowl of porridge for Manager Wen.

As Jiang Beiyuan said, he approached himself and put the porridge on the bedside.

He was sitting on the stool in front of Wen Yu.

The gentleman Duanfang said that this is the servant, and there seems to be a flow between the pretty handsome eyebrows, which makes people unable to tell the truth from the fake.

Wen Yu glanced at the dark yellow millet porridge with steaming heat, and then smiled.

"Hehe, it's really troublesome for President Jiang. I'm lucky enough to have the porridge bought by President Jiang for Sansheng, President Jiang has a heart!"

"In any case, Manager Wen is now the person in charge of the Jiang's HK project. For Party B, we Jiang's always pay attention to it. If there is something wrong with Manager Wen's body, it will be a loss to both parties."

"I just suffered a bit of skin trauma, President Jiang, don't worry!"

Wen Yu's eyes turned twice without a trace. What was Jiang Beiyuan's fox playing with him?

"I will continue to follow up on the HK project to ensure that it will never cause any loss to both parties."

"In that case, it's best."

Jiang Beiyuan's lips rose.

He just has a certain charm. At first glance, he looks amazing, at the second glance, he is still amazing, and at the third glance, he is shocking the world.

Especially at the moment when a smile is not a smile, the breeze outside the window is less than his eyebrows.

"I just don't know how Manager Wen caused this trauma. A good face makes me feel distressed to look strange."

"Ugh!"

Wen Yu sighed.

"It's a long story. I had a little quarrel with a few unknown people the past two days. President Jiang can rest assured that I will be discharged tomorrow."

"tomorrow……"

Jiang Beiyuan dragged his voice in a slow tone. He rubbed his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking or thinking.

"Manager Wen is really conscientious. This kind of professionalism for work makes Jiang very admire."

admiration?

Wen Yu secretly looked at Jiang Beiyuan, feeling that this person seemed to be pulling a little farther.

"Hehe, if there is nothing wrong with President Jiang, please come back. I can rest here for a while, don't delay President Jiang's precious time."

"The porridge is going to be cold, won't you drink it?"

Jiang Beiyuan's eyebrows swept lightly, although his eyebrows were warm, but they had hidden commands.

Wen Yu hesitated, Jiang Beiyuan should be clear about the affairs between him and his mother Pei Jinling, would he be calculating?

There will be no poison in the porridge, right?

Seeing that Wen Yu hadn't moved for a long time, Jiang Beiyuan lost his patience and stood up straight, "Since Manager Wen doesn't give me face, then I will be Jiang and I will be passionate."

"Oh, Mr. Jiang, you are serious, how dare I not sell you face hahaha!"

If he didn't drink it today, Jiang Beiyuan would not give him a good look in the future.

This person is the son of Jiang Guoteng and the current CEO of Jiang's Group. Although he has no real power for the time being, he controls all of Jiang's capital chain.

Considering--

Wen Yu shrank his neck, bit his scalp, and drank the millet porridge beside him.

The bottom of the bowl was clean, Wen Yu put the bowl down and smiled at Jiang Beiyuan.

"Thank you, President Jiang, for your kindness, the taste of this porridge is absolutely beautiful!"

"Manager Wen's mouth today is like smearing honey."

Jiang Beiyuan was condescending, the smile on his lips widened, and his low voice revealed his concern for his brother.

"Then I won't bother Manager Wen to rest. Manager Wen is so weak that he needs to rest well."

Turn around and leave after speaking.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

Maintaining the same action as when he entered the door just now, leaning on his long body, but his eyes are no longer half lazy and casual, instead they are sharp and cold.

"You may not know one thing."

Wen Yu was taken aback.

"What, what?"

Could it be that Jiang Beiyuan already knew between him and Pei Jinling...

Jiang Beiyuan sneered, his temples like a sword cut, and his clear voice fell like a crossbow cloud trying a sword. It was affectionate and a secret warning:

"My wife, I used to have my last name and name, but now I have my Jiang family surname, for me Jiang Beiyuan's lifelong love."