Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Zhang Fan waved his hand wittily, "I didn't mention that ten years ago, don't think too much about it!"

"What time?" Jiang Beiyuan's eyebrows were as bright as the moon, light and clear.

"what?"

Jiang Beiyuan: "Forget it."

"It's okay if you go later at five thirty five thirty!" Zhang Fan said hurriedly.

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan didn't speak, and suddenly got up, stood in front of Zhang Fan and leaned down slightly, groping for his pants pocket with one hand.

Zhang Fan gave a chuckle and raised both hands subconsciously!

The fresh mint scent on this man is the same as before, making him dry and dry, his head is dizzy, his breathing is poor, his tongue starts to knot,,,

"I, I, I admit it! I seem to like you a little bit!"

Jiang Beiyuan took out the cigarette case and lighter from Zhang Fan's pocket and sat down again.

Zhang Fan: "..."

Jiang Beiyuan hasn't smoked for a long time.

Two slender fingers pinched the smoke, swallowing clouds and mist, the bluish-white smoke ring reflected the scarlet under his eyes.

It was a heavy wound, and there were concerns that no one could understand, like the vigorous grass growing on the cliff, the wind, rain and snow were buried by him, and he was buried deepest along with the pains and pains.

Standing in place, Zhang Fan pursed the corners of his mouth and scratched his neck. His head was full of annoyance, and he felt like he was blown into a bunker.

"It was a joke just now, don't think too much!!"

Jiang Beiyuan didn't seem to hear what he just said at all. He moved his long fingers, and the soot fell, accompanied by his somewhat clear voice:

"Let's go, I am alone."

"Oh...then, then you remember that the night must be over, don't magnify the pigeon!"

Jiang Beiyuan did not reply to him again.

Zhang Fan raised his hand and touched his nose. He didn't want to be bored anymore, and quickly turned and left.

...

Five p.m.

The VIP box on the top floor of Huangtian Hotel.

This is a large private room with about half a football field. It is colorful, magnificent and beautifully decorated. In the middle is a huge round table filled with dishes and delicacies. The two sides are empty, with sofas, coffee tables and pool tables. And other facilities.

On the left is KTV where you can order songs, and on the right is the bar counter. All kinds of sake, white wine and red wine are displayed above the shelves.

Xu Kuangjie, Chen Shuo, Gao Wei and Zhao Quan are all here.

Jiang Beiyuan hasn't come yet.

Zhang Fan Hospital had an operation, but he didn't come here temporarily.

Chen Shuo took a bottle of red wine from the top of the wine rack, poured it into the cocktail, and mixed and stirred. The two wines had a strange chemical reaction, which turned into a bright blue-green after the collision.

Xu Kuangjie leaned on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, condensing the cup of unidentified liquid with bubbles, frowning fiercely.

"What is this shit?!"

Chen Shuo shook the wine tray and smiled, "I named it the Blue Demon Girl. This is a spirit that is a mixture of the two highest concentrations of wine."

"Hehe, Jiu Lie is Lie, how can you let Lao Jiang drink to his stomach?"

"You are not convinced if you say you are stupid. Of course, I pour it into the yogurt and give it to Lao Jiang!"

Hear the words.

Xu Kuangjie couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Chen Shuo, "It seems that you haven't been all picking up girls when you went abroad!"

"But... who gave Lao Jiang the yogurt?"

Zhao Quan, who was playing billiards, opened his mouth and hit the spot.

When he heard this, Gao Wei hurriedly shook his head, "Don't find me anyway, I will stammer whenever I lie, Lao Jiang is so shrewd, I must be unstable in his eyes!"

As soon as the voice fell, a cold and inhuman voice suddenly sounded behind Gao Wei: "What are you stuttering?"