Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

He didn't look at Yan Nian, his voice was cold, with a bit of obscure emotions.

"I got it."

"..."

Yannian nodded. She didn't have dinner in Jiang Beiyuan's office at noon, and went back soon. There was nothing she could take away from the huge flower room.

When I first came, it was a breeze.

It's gone now, empty again.

She suddenly realized that she was really boring here.

She has no contact with people, no friends, no intrigue, her life is Jiang Beiyuan.

In the empty space downstairs from the 80th floor, his domineering face flashed in his mind.

"Already kissed, how?"

"This is intentional."

"I want to see you, every moment."

"..."

Yannian's nose is sour.

Somewhere in my heart was so full that I couldn't find an exit or a direction.

She got off the elevator and walked all the way from the lobby to the door. So many people passed by her, but no one looked at her, no one noticed her, no one knew that she was the president's wife.

Even if she wears the same couple watch as the president, no one believes that she is the president's wife.

Because everyone will believe that a minister who has the same status as president, the watch in hand is real.

No one would believe that a florist who came in through the back door had a genuine watch in her hand.

This society is like this.

Yannian understood it very early.

"Words!"

Behind her, a gentle voice called her.

Yan Nian turned her eyes slightly, her clear pupils met Xiao Chuchen's smiling eyes.

"Go to lunch? Together?"

"No, Director, there is something wrong with my family, I will go back first."

"So..."

Xiao Chuchen rubbed his chin with one hand.

"I see you off?"

"No, thank you Director."

Yannian nodded at him, and then left without looking back.

In late autumn, the wind is cool and dew is heavy, but the afternoon sun is in full bloom above the head.

Yannian raised his hand to block the big sun, looked around, planning to take the bus back.

A taxi stopped in front of her, and the driver was a middle-aged man, waving at her.

"Beauty, where are you going?"

Yannian squinted her eyes slightly: "How much is the starting price?"

"20!"

"20? This is too expensive! I'll leave for 10 yuan!"

"Chengcheng,"

The taxi driver gritted his teeth.

"I hurried back to have dinner, just barely your last guest!"

"..."

Yannian got into the car with satisfaction and sat in the back seat.

The driver asked her where to go.

She thought about it for a long time, and finally reported the address of her hometown.

It's been a long time since I went back to my family's house.

She has no feelings for Ma Xueyan, but a few days later, it will be her father's death, and she always has to go back and have a look.

"Look at you so young, still a college student, right?"

The driver is a familiar master, and talks with each other.

Yannian smiled, "I'm in my 40s, and I'm still a college student!"

"what?!"

The driver was taken aback.

"You, you don't look like 40!"

"I had plastic surgery before, can't you see it?!"

"Really can't tell, which hospital did it do?"

"It cost the old nose to do it abroad. I have done it seven or eight times, barely maintaining the current level."

"It's not easy for you! It costs hundreds of thousands a whole time, and it's more prodigal!"

"Ok……"

Yan Nian looked out the window with one hand on her cheek, and didn't quarrel with the driver anymore.

She was not in the mood anymore to quack with the driver.

"Are you an employee of the Jiang Group?"

It was a long journey, and after a while, the driver couldn't help being speechless again.

Yannian let out a long voice, "No, I am not, my husband is."

"What does your husband do in there?"

"he--"

Yannian's eyes rolled twice, and I am embarrassed to say that it is the president. I feel that people definitely don't believe it, and I must think she is bragging.

"Just an ordinary manager, nothing."

"Good manager, he is in charge of people, he has a high status and earns a lot of money. By the end of the year there will be a lot of bonuses and dividends!"

The driver seemed to have opened up the chatterbox, and began to confess with excitement that he also had a relative in his family who was a manager and how much money he made in a month.