Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

The other party faced this stunningly beautiful face, his black face blushed.

"Handsome guy, I, I already have a wife, I'm not interested in men."

Jiang Beiyuan: "I am Jiang Ting."

The other party was taken aback.

In the next second, he dragged a long voice, "Ah", "You are Jiang Ting! Hello, hello, I am Wang Er! Ten years ago, we saw it on the bulletin board next to the trash can in Lucheng! "

Ten years.

Ten years have passed.

A touch of sadness flashed through Jiang Beiyuan's eyes, which was fleeting, and immediately reached out to Wang Er.

"Ten years ago, my girlfriend wrote me a letter."

"Ah... here it is!"

Wang Er stared at the slender and white hand in front of him, and quickly took out the only letter from his pocket and handed it over.

"It's a coincidence today. I ran into your girlfriend at the Blue Mountain Café in the morning, and ran into you here again at noon. It has been ten years since I participated in the event, but now the letter from both of you has not been delivered."

Hearing this, Jiang Beiyuan's brows were frowned into a river shape, which could kill several flies.

"She received my letter?"

"Yeah, right, I should have sent it right!"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan's wrinkled long eyebrows stretched slightly.

It's no wonder that a good word suddenly goes to Xu Kuangjie.

Although she has a lot of thoughts, she is not willing to use others' weakness to threaten her.

"Thanks."

Jiang Beiyuan signed his vigorous and unruly name in the lower right corner of the list, writing the word "Jiang Ting", and then he entered the company broadly.

Song Yikai had been waiting at the door for a long time.

Seeing Jiang Beiyuan, he greeted him briskly.

"Boss boss, the press conference has been arranged for you. The press conference is half past one in the afternoon, after the regular meeting."

It is one o'clock in the afternoon, and Jiang’s Group holds regular meetings of senior management staff every week. The ministers of various departments are responsible for reporting to Jiang Beiyuan.

"…Yep."

Jiang Beiyuan walked straight in the direction of the president’s elevator, without squinting his eyes, his long eyebrows and starry eyes were handsome, his thin lips pressed lightly, although he didn’t have much expression on his face, he still attracted back and forth non-girl employees. look.

He got into the elevator.

The deep peach blossom eyes suddenly became a little loose.

Ten years ago, he was dragged by Yannian to participate in a "write to the person you miss most in ten years" activity.

At that time, Yannian smiled narrowly, "Mr. Jiang, let's not write something nasty this time, let's write something funny!"

"Funny?"

"Yes, funny, we both write funny, you write to me ten years later, and I write to you ten years later!"

"…Yep."

In the past, he sneered at this kind of activity. It was after having her that he was so edified that he was willing to have a little bit of mundane pleasure.

However, he has always been lazy and reluctant to write more, just like writing an essay that can write 800 words and never write 1,000 words.

On a huge piece of A4 paper, he wasted a huge amount of space and only wrote one sentence in the middle—

"I call you a wife, do you dare to agree?"

At that time, it was written that I couldn't help laughing.

Ten years later, she must be his wife.

He vowed to think so.

When he finished writing, he saw the little girl beside him working hard to write.

He leaned over to see what she was writing, but Yannian stepped in and blocked the paper in her hand.

"Don't see it! I'll see it in ten years!"

"it is good."

Ten years.

Jiang Beiyuan's thoughts returned from Piaoyuan ten years ago.

The few joys are really related to her.