Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Raising his hand, the white fingertips stroked the man Ying's pretty cheeks in the photo, and then slowly leaned over, pressed his face to his face, and sighed comfortably.

"Do you know, I am willing to give everything for you... and only I, who is the most suitable person for you..."

"You will know, right?"

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The night is deep and the wind is cold and dew.

Tomorrow is the press conference. Jiang Beiyuan is very busy tonight. After dinner, he stayed in the study room, first answered two phone calls, and then called high-level personnel to have a video conference.

When he called just now, there was a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he forgot to take it off during the meeting. This lazy appearance fell into the eyes of everyone, gentle and scum.

No one knew that at this moment there was a woman sitting beside Jiang Beiyuan.

The little woman with long hair and shawl sat beside him, painting quietly.

Yannian is drawing a map of tomorrow's field.

Be a transparent person without saying a word during the whole process.

Moonlight spreads, peace and tranquility.

The study is very warm and quiet at the moment, the light of goose yellow falls down, rendering the light and shadow of the whole place.

In front of Yannian, Jiang Beiyuan did not shy away from it, his thin lips opened slightly, and he spoke to the screen in business terms that she did not understand.

But the voice was so good that it was so deep and magnetic that it itched her heart. Halfway through the drawing, she couldn't help putting down the pencil in her hand and turning her head to look over.

He crossed his arms with both hands and looked directly at the computer screen, his eyes cold and serious.

Perhaps it was because the goose-yellow light above his head was too dazzling, Yannian couldn't realize the seriousness of Jiang Beiyuan's body, but thought he was acting.

But he is handsome.

She never doubted his handsomeness.

Just like now, his home clothes are loose, and from the perspective of words and thoughts, he can see the exposed collarbone clearly.

Exquisite and perfect.

...

Yannian no longer looked at Jiang Beiyuan, stretched out his hand and scratched his head.

How could she not stick to the bottom line?

What's wrong with the male **** right now, she said she had to install blinds in her office, but in the end, why did she compromise? !

Ugh!

Yannian couldn't help sighing.

She sighed very quietly.

But it happened to fall into Jiang Beiyuan's ears.

He glanced sideways at her, and his expression became gentle in an instant.

A certain minister on the other side of the screen: "President Jiang, who are you looking at?"

Hearing this, Jiang Beiyuan retracted his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

"Do you care?"

"Sorry, President Jiang, I shouldn't care..."

"carry on."

Jiang Beiyuan rubbed his forehead lightly, and continued to listen to the group of people reporting the useless things.

Yan Nian had already drawn up a picture of the venue, put the book together, and fell asleep on the table for the next second.

Jiang Beiyuan's video conference continues.

Half an hour later, he answered "That's it."

Relieved.

The rest of the senior officials nodded their heads, swiping the words like "Good night, President Jiang, and a good rest, President Jiang tomorrow".

"Yep."

Jiang Beiyuan turned off the screen very coldly, and subconsciously looked at the words beside him, "Tomorrow we--"

"..."

He swallowed the rest of the words.

Yannian fell asleep.

His face was facing his direction, and his breathing was long and even.

She is also exhausted these days.

Jiang Beiyuan got up cautiously, left the computer desk, and squatted in front of Yannian...