Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Oh, it's alright, now you are concerned about gains and losses, so you care too much so you think too much."

Ding Baoyi said every word.

Father, like son.

"Listen to my sister’s advice, don’t take care of the white lotus flower. When she has not been here today, don’t take what she says to your heart, let alone mention this to your husband, regardless of whether she has been with Jiang Beiyuan in the past. On one leg, men actually don't like women turning over old accounts and hurt feelings."

Ding Baoyi, as a past person, took out the past person's experience and gave it to Yan Nian.

Yannian muffled a few words, "Yeah", still suffocating in my heart, but it's not easy to say more about other things.

After hanging up the phone, she couldn't swallow the breath, so she walked to the glass window, pointed at the glass diagonally above, stuck her tongue out and made a grimace, and finally raised her middle finger.

Jiang Beiyuan!

Why do you have so many rotten peach blossoms all day long!

The man in the office has a panoramic view of this scene, and the corners of his eyes and brows are spoiled and indulged.

What is this girl doing so well.

Have fun again.

He even dared to make faces at her husband, and kissed her twice to be honest.

"Mr. Jiang, this is a project of our design department, please take a look."

Xiao Chuchen stood beside Jiang Beiyuan, reporting to his work.

Two men about the same height have the same body length, but Jiang Beiyuan's temperament is better.

The latter retracted his gaze, and the adoring smile that showed off had time to recede in the future, and it happened to fall into Xiao Chuchen's eyes.

Xiao Chuchen twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Is President Jiang so sultry at home."

Xiao Chuchen knew about his marriage.

Jiang Beiyuan's expressionless face did not seem surprised.

He glanced at Xiao Chuchen, and then leaned against the thick blue glass window, with his long legs folded, his posture loose, his arms folded with his hands folded.

"Director Xiao's boss is not young, and he should ask a wife to spend his twilight years. If I work hard for my Jiang family for the rest of my life, wouldn't it seem that Jiang Beiyuan is not friendly, and I don't even have time for employees to fall in love."

"Haha, what about President Jiang."

Xiao Chuchen talked for three points and fought Tai Chi with Jiang Beiyuan.

"Marriage is a lifetime thing, and this kind of thing also depends on fate. Actually, I also want to find a lovely and charming girl like Mr. Jiang's wife. Just letting a man see it makes me feel happy."

"It's a pity that my little wife likes handsome men who are six years older than him, and doesn't like old men who are ten years older than him."

Jiang Beiyuan said every word, his attitude was extremely arrogant, and he was extremely proud.

Xiao Chuchen rubbed his chin with one hand, smiling instead of anger.

"I'm ten years older than President Jiang's little wife, and indirectly, that is, four years older than President Jiang. In terms of age, President Jiang should call me this old man'brother.'"

"Oh?"

Jiang Beiyuan raised his eyebrows.

"What do you call you?"

"brother."

"…Ai."

As soon as Xiao Chuchen's voice fell, he responded with a natural and pure tone.

Xiao Chuchen reacted for a second, and then it suddenly became clear that he was being used by this man.

The latter is calm and relaxed, and even sells well when he gets the bargain. "Director Xiao insists on calling him brother. I shouldn't, because it doesn't give Director Xiao face."

"..."

Xiao Chuchen finally defeated, put the design department's project on the table, and left without a smile.

As soon as he left, the hidden playful smile on Jiang Beiyuan's face finally disappeared.

The phone vibrated twice.