Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Thinking of this, Wu Yue's eyes were red.

"Your mother is a good woman."

She is the kind of good woman with good temperament and kindness, with a calm calmness on her body.

"The last thing your mother said before she died was to persuade your dad to marry another wife, and she also said that she hoped you would never know that your biological mother has passed away..."

"..."

Yannian listened to the truth quietly, bending over in pain.

She squatted on the ground, the crystal clear teardrops melted into fragments, and she could no longer control her eyes.

*

Funan villa area.

The goose-yellow light filled the living room. Several dishes were cooked on the table. The dishes were already cold, and the people in front of them did not move their chopsticks.

Jiang Beiyuan tilted Erlang's legs, kicked a pair of blue rabbit-patterned cotton drags on his feet, holding a bottle of grapefruit-flavored yogurt in his hand, shaking it twice, and unlocking the bottle cap.

Yuli walked over, crawling at Jiang Beiyuan's feet, very well-behaved.

Jiang Beiyuan threw the yogurt cover on the ground.

Yuli stared at the milk cover in front of him ignorantly, licked it, and then continued to lie on his stomach with sobs, as if he didn't understand the owner's taste.

"Why, do you hate licking the lid? Your mother doesn't hate it."

Jiang Beiyuan said such a sentence, but the dog could not speak, and would not give him any response.

He pursed his thin lips and lowered his eyebrows to look at the puppy lying at his feet.

The air is quiet.

The ending sound of the sentence that was quiet enough for him seemed to still be echoing around the air.

In the next second, Jiang Beiyuan sighed almost inaudibly.

"Your mother doesn't want me anymore."

"..."

Yuli raised his eyes and looked at the past, tilting his head and looking straight at Jiang Beiyuan.

Jiang Beiyuan didn't look at it. There was a circle of milk stains on the corner of his mouth. He subconsciously licked it. The thin lips were very **** and the movements were very sexy.

"..." Yuli's eyes became more and more straight.

Jiang Beiyuan put one hand on the table top, his knuckles tapped the edge of the table clearly, and he looked out of the window with some confusion.

The sky was completely dark.

It was late in winter before midsummer, it was night at seven, and the orange red continent head on the horizon was never seen again.

The frequency of Jiang Beiyuan's finger tapping on the tabletop increased, and with the movement, his eyes were suddenly stained with discomfort and anxiety, and he got up and went to the kitchen without a word.

Come out again, with a kitchen knife in his hand.

The shiny silver knife made Yuli shudder, Xiao Yuli hurriedly ran to hide behind the curtain.

Jiang Beiyuan walked straight to the sofa and cut a hole in the corner of the sofa with a kitchen knife.

Yuli looked at the male host ignorantly.

A certain male host took out his mobile phone and slid to the "Mrs." column and dialed Yannian's number.

The call was quickly connected.

Jiang Beiyuan pursed his lips, his voice calm when he spoke, "Yu Li bit the sofa, won't you come back and have a look?"

Yuli: "..."

On the other end of the phone was Yannian's voice, "Um... already at the door of the house."

"..."

*

Yannian walked to the door of the house with exhaustion.

On the way back, Ding Baoyi had said "Relax, it's okay, it's more serious" over a hundred times.

However, there is no response.

She seemed to have returned to the stage when Yan Yuming passed away.

Self decadent, depressed, worried and at a loss.

Those clear eyes, there is no vivid and pure narrowing at this time.

She stood facing the front door and stood at the door for two minutes. She finally raised her hand just to unlock with her fingerprint. There seemed to be some kind of telepathy, and the door opened directly from inside the next second.