Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Thanks."

Jiang Beiyuan's voice was low and extremely cold.

He didn't say much, and thanked him, which already contained all his friendship.

"I have money, no thanks!"

Xu Kuangjie was in a good mood while biting the cigarette corner.

"Someone is 29 today, what does that sentence say, the man is twenty-nine holding gold bricks, now is a good time, enjoy it for a few more years!"

Xu Kuangjie wanted to comfort Jiang Beiyuan. It seemed that the way of comfort was not appropriate. Jiang Beiyuan didn't respond. He smoked a cigarette. After half of it felt dull, he extinguished the cigarette butt, fiercely, and the scarlet flame gradually went out. .

Chen Shuo ordered an old song Qilixiang. This is a memory of their time. Youthful and unruly, debauched and comfortable, boys would play the guitar and sing to the girl they like next door. The years are not old and everything is quiet.

Gao Wei and Zhao Quan each took a microphone and sang.

Zhang Fan whimpered as if he wanted to say something, Chen Shuoyu couldn't bear to tear off the tape from his mouth, and Zhang Fan let out a cry of—

"I want to sing too! Ooooo!!"

Chen Shuo: "..."

Xu Kuangjie would also sing this song and took a microphone to sing.

Just Jiang Beiyuan doesn't sing.

He leaned on the sofa with his elbow propped on his forehead, and walked the gods all night, staying out of the business, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Upon seeing this, Chen Shuo walked over and gave Jiang Beiyuan a microphone.

"Lao Jiang, I don't know what happened to you, but my brother wants to say, no matter what you do, we brothers will always be there!"

"Yes!"

Zhao Quan also came over.

"Anyway, I have been abused by you for so many years, and I am used to it. From now on, you can let your horse come here, thirty or forty to accompany you, and I am the best at five or six!"

Zhao Quan is skinny, not good-looking, but he speaks quite funny.

Xu Kuangjie followed along with him, "Don't say thirty-four ten, fifty-sixteen seventy-eight ten, all will accompany you!"

Jiang Beiyuan looked around, these people were not as handsome as him, but they all smiled sincerely.

He moved his lips, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he gave up.

In the next second, he took the microphone in Xu Kuangjie's hand and perfectly followed the Gao Chao part——

"It rained all night, my love overflowed like rain..."

"Yell!"

Xu Kuangjie was happy, clapped his hands and applauded, Jiang Beiyuan could be regarded as singing, but he was not silent or melancholy.

He clasped Jiang Beiyuan's neck and howled with him, and by the way, he raised his hand and touched Jiang Beiyuan's hair that he was thinking of.

This is the first time Jiang Beiyuan has not pushed Xu Kuangjie away.

Except for Chen Shuo, who is a professional, everyone is not tuned, like a group of demons dancing in a wild, the whole room reverberates with nine ileal songs, so much publicity, and all the violations seem to be the case.

...

Just one song.

Jiang Beiyuan pulled away at the busiest time.

The group of people in the box was still haha, a slender silhouette had been dragged out at the end of the corridor, and that figure gradually disappeared at the end of the corner.

The gaze of the little girl at the front desk followed Jiang Beiyuan straightly. A handsome man with a great temperament, the moment he came out of the elevator was like nothing but a light, destined to attract a lot of attention.

Jiang Beiyuan paused and looked sideways.

The little girl at the front desk didn't expect that he would suddenly look over, hurriedly lowered his eyes and flushed with shame.

Jiang Beiyuan walked over without expression, took out a black card from his wallet and handed it over.

"AK1224 box, have you checked out?"

"Sir, wait a minute, I will show you now."

The front desk checked the consumption records and coughed twice, "No checkout, a total of one hundred and eighty thousand spent, are you sure to pay now?"

The last sentence seemed a little superfluous, Jiang Beiyuan didn't pay attention to his superfluous nonsense, only lightly nodded.

The front desk was no longer boring, and hurried to check out Jiang Beiyuan. Somehow, I always felt that this person was familiar, as if he had seen it on TV.

Jiang Beiyuan left after paying the money, alone, with one-handed pockets, with a simple and proud back, no one could enter his world.

...

The night is getting denser, the sky is not a few stars, it is all dark like splashing ink.

As soon as Ding Baoyi applied the mask, the doorbell rang.

She ran to open the door a little irritably, looked at the people outside, and was dazed.

The man with a rosy figure had a layer of white snow falling on his head, and his clean face was red.

It is frozen.

"President Jiang, why are you here?" Ding Baoyi blinked and asked.

Jiang Beiyuan passed the two shopping bags in his hand.

His slender joints were a little stiff from the cold.

"It's all ingredients, bird's nest, sea cucumber, mutton, steak, you worry about it, cook it for her, she's mouthy."

"Oh……"

Ding Baoyi wanted to reach out and take it, this action bound to touch Jiang Beiyuan's hand.

The latter stepped back calmly and put the shopping bag on the ground.

"Take it yourself, I won't go in."

"Okay President Jiang..."

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan stood there and didn't move.

The corridor is dimly lit, and the white moonlight outside the window casts a shocking silhouette on his face.

He lowered his eyebrows, subconsciously glanced into the door, and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"She, asleep?"

Ding Baoyi chuckled and laughed.

Jiang Beiyuan raised his eyebrows, seemingly puzzled.

"Mr. Jiang, you have your birthday today, right,"

Ding Baoyi cleared her throat and said, "Even if you don't care about words and thoughts, you won't fall asleep on your birthday."

"what do you mean?"

"She went home at noon and said she would celebrate your birthday."