Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

The yogurt piled into hills, full of yogurt above the cart.

"Or let's check out, I bought enough today!"

"Ok."

Jiang Beiyuan pushed the cart to the cash register.

It is the peak shopping period, and there are still a few people queuing in front.

Jiang Beiyuan was leaning on the small cart with his hands folded and his arms folded. He had a slack posture, but he had the charm of attracting bees and butterflies. The little girls standing in line all looked at him without exception.

Several bold people took out their phones and pointed them at Jiang Beiyuan's face.

"Sorry, this is my husband, he doesn't like taking pictures, please don't take pictures of him, thank you!"

Yan Nian stood in front of Jiang Beiyuan, her face straightened, and her eyes coldly looked at a little girl who raised her phone diagonally across from her.

The little girl nodded in embarrassment, unwilling to put down the phone.

Jiang Beiyuan looked down at Yannian.

The appearance of her guarding the calf fell into his eyes, causing his thin lips to twitch slightly, the arc was gentle and joyful.

"Go, go, hurry up to check out!"

Yannian took a deep breath and walked forward holding Jiang Beiyuan’s arm. The world has gone downhill these days, and the little girls don’t even see that this peerless and beautiful man is already famous, and he’s patted, patted an old mother. .

The cash register is a young girl, just like the group of melon-eating people seduced by men, looking at Jiang Beiyuan.

Just glanced at it.

The eyes began to dodge around.

"First, sir, may I use the card or cash? No, I mean, do you have a membership card for our supermarket?"

Jiang Beiyuan ignored the cashier's incoherent speech, he just looked at Yannian.

"Your husband didn't bring his wallet today, can you pay?"

"Wow, good!!"

Yan Nian can't wait to pull out his wallet.

She may be a weird guy, and she especially likes the feeling of actively paying in front of Jiang Beiyuan. At this moment, it seems that she is better than him. When he has something he can't handle, she is holding on behind and he can’t hold it. She can also give him a hand when he is in trouble.

That's great.

Occasionally evenly matched.

Even if it is trivial.

"Good~"

Jiang Beiyuan rubbed the top of her soft hair, and kissed her on the forehead in the crowd.

"My wife is the best."

Ever since, I looked more ambiguously around for a while.

Saying: "..."

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"Well, now you can give me the phone!"

Yan Nian wants to see if Ding Baoyi has replied to her.

Jiang Beiyuan was loading yogurt. One shopping bag was not enough, so he continued to fill the second one.

He lowered his eyebrows, his voice was shallow, "In his pocket, take it yourself."

"Oh!"

That soft little hand fumbled towards his pants pocket without a word.

Through a layer of suit fabric, the man's tight muscles were clearly felt.

I touched both pockets, but nothing.

He raised his eyes inexplicably.

But he ran into Jiang Beiyuan's eyes with a deep smile.

"You touch me, Mrs. Jiang in public."

"rub!"

Without words, a tomato red appeared on his small face instantly, "Obviously you let me touch it!"

"Whose phone is in your pants pocket? Just say it if you want to molest your husband."

Jiang Beiyuan's voice was low, with a little playfulness, and then he carried two full shopping bags in one hand, and freed the other hand to give her the phone in the coat.

Pedestrians around are looking at them frequently, watching them quarrel.