Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Mr. Jiang, I am really sorry for the accident that happened! We, Dehai, will definitely take full responsibility for the loss caused to Jiang. In addition, please rest assured, Mr. Jiang. I guarantee that tomorrow’s headline will definitely be the same as today’s scandal. It has nothing to do. I will not indirectly embarrass Jiang because of the personal problems of our employees."

"It's ok."

Jiang Beiyuan took a sip of tea, not rushing.

He didn't wear a jacket, he wore a black silk shirt, his sleeves half rolled up to his forearm, and his posture was enchanting.

"My father has been friends with Fang Dong for so many years. I can trust Fang Dong as a person. Secondly, Jiang and Dehai are people who have experienced big winds and waves. Fang Dong knows how to do this little thing. I am a junior. Not much to say."

"Hahaha, don't worry, my processing result will definitely not let you down!"

Fang Jinye laughed heartily.

"Now, Chairman Jiang is really blessed to have such a good son like you! Me, if there is a successor like you, I would have to wake up in my dreams!"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan was silent, but smiled.

Fang Jinye exchanged a few words with Jiang Beiyuan before leaving.

For Wen Yu, Fang Jinye definitely wouldn't let him continue to work in Dehai.

What's more, Fang Jinye also intends to let Wen Yu take full responsibility for the issue of Jiang's loss this time!

Otherwise, if he stabbed him with such a big moth, it would be weird if he could let him go!

Jiang Beiyuan stayed still sitting still.

His posture was laid-back, the cup of tea in his hand was about to drunk, and a cup of tea was added again, as if waiting for someone, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were lazy, and it was hard to detect.

"boom--"

The door of the meeting room was kicked open from the outside.

"Jiang Beiyuan!!"

The man in a suit and leather shoes walked in, with a hideous and distorted face, kicking over the coffee table in front of Jiang Beiyuan.

"It’s you who caused me again, right! The hospital’s swill was not enough before, and finding someone to beat me was not enough, and it’s not enough for me to ruin my family, and now it’s breaking my back and leaving me stinky forever! I recruit you Did you mess with you? Why did you harm me again and again?"

Wen Yu stopped pretending.

A person who was forced to a desperate situation, he has no need to pretend.

When his roar was finished, the latter slowly raised his eyes.

The sharp and deep eyes, like the bottomless sea of ​​the same pool, without waves, make people feel oppressive at a glance.

"You are only right."

Jiang Beiyuan slowly got up.

King's Landing is talking about this servant.

With such a vigorous momentum, Pian Ran even smiled at the man before killing someone.

The curve that is absolutely into the bone, the temptation is overwhelming.

Wen Yu was stunned by this sudden smile, temporarily relaxing his vigilance.

In the next second, "Bang!" punched Wen Yu's face with a heavy fist, punching quickly, crisply, ruthlessly and brilliantly, directly knocking Wen Yu to the ground.

Wen Yu immediately felt that his face was swollen, and there was something hard in his mouth that was not right, "Puff,"

A tooth came out of his mouth, with a trace of sticky blood.

He stretched out his arm subconsciously, trying to pick up the tooth, but he was stepped on his hand first and crushed hard.

"Aw—"

Heartbroken screams cut through the entire conference room.

The man who stepped on his hand had no expression of indifference on his face.

"It's not enough to find someone to beat you."

Jiang Beiyuan said every word, his eyes fierce.

"Because you are damned, I, Jiang Beiyuan, hold the painful person in my palm. You are so ruined by you. You are so bold."

"..."

As he said, he lifted his other foot, and his smooth leather shoes crushed Wen Yu's neck artery.

The throat is the channel through which air flows in and out of breathing. Wen Yu soon felt out of breath, his eyes turned black, and his breathing was difficult.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked hard at the man above his head.

devil.

This word suddenly appeared in Wen Yu's mind.

How could there be such a person in the world who was still smiling at you for the first second, but could kill you in the next second.

"You...why do you... care about her... that torn shoe..."

Wen Yu was interrupted and speechless.

Condescendingly, Jiang Beiyuan suddenly laughed twice.

The smile was not enough.

"Broken shoes? Huh?"

He increased the strength on his feet, and crushed Wen Yu's neck hard, and Wen Yu's face was hard to escape. Soon he felt that his breathing was severely blocked, and the white-washed face rose to blue-purple.

"You...you reach the end of..."

"You may not know one thing."

Jiang Beiyuan's shoes face down, bit by bit, rolling down.

The deep and unpredictable eyes burst out with a fierce and determined light.

"The first time she—"

He paused.

The voice is cold, but the tone is cold and firm to the extreme.

"Give it to Lao Tzu!"

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