Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

She was drowsy and felt the bed next to her sink in, and then she heard the man's muffled noise.

Yan Nianyu turned his head and looked over in a hazy manner. The man who had taken a shower had half-dry dark hair and was rubbing his fingers.

"what's wrong?"

She sat up from the head of the bed.

Jiang Beiyuan glanced at her, then frowned dullly, "It's a bit painful when I wash the dishes."

"Let me see!"

Pulling his hand, she saw a hole in his index finger. It hurts when she saw it. She got out of bed to find him a band-aid, and then carefully taped it to him.

"You're almost 30, can't you be careful,"

She was a bit complaining, and her eyes were distressed, "Besides, I said that I want to buy a dishwasher, but you just don't listen, you have to do everything yourself, don't know how to work it out."

Jiang Beiyuan looked down at Yannian.

Her cheeks were white and clean, no powder was applied, and the expressions of concern and worry were all on her face, and now she kept talking with a small mouth.

He snorted, "You didn't talk to your husband during dinner. I have a problem, and I don't concentrate on washing the dishes."

"cut……"

Every time he came to this set, he knew everything well.

"You are here again to sympathize, don't tell me you scratched yourself on purpose!"

As he said, he pressed his thumb like a puff, and the latter frowned with a light pattern, "Daughter-in-law, it hurts."

Seeing him really hurt, she stopped pressing, rubbing his generous palm.

The lines on the top are still clean and distinct, and he hit his brother with this hand this morning.

"After all, it's your brother. You must not feel good after hitting him!"

"…Ok."

His voice was low and deep, and his deep eyes contained an obscure light.

Yannian sighed lightly, took his neck and looked at his dark peach eyes.

"Teacher Jiang, let's not be so impulsive in the future. Actually, I can understand your feelings. The attitude towards people closest to me is different from others, but we can't rely on your brother to respect you and do whatever we want. !"

Do whatever you want?

He was amused by the four words behind her, but was silent.

Yannian was anxious and shook his head, "Hurry up and promise your wife, don't be so impulsive in the future!!"

Being shaken by her was uncomfortable, he gave a gracious voice, and put his hands on her side, his magnetic, mellow voice became irrational in the night, "I don't want to talk to Mrs. Jiang about other men at night."

Saying: "..."

*

Early the next morning, Jiang Beize woke up very early.

Jiang Beiyuan got up earlier than him, and the family man had already started making breakfast.

Jiang Beize hurriedly set the dishes and chopsticks. He could not cook, so he could only leaning on the kitchen door and looking at Jiang Beiyuan.

The man with a rosy figure is as straight as a clothes rack. He wears an apron around his waist, but it doesn't go against him at all. The morning sun falls on him, warm and warm, as if all the focus is on him, reflecting the light. Colorful and gorgeous.

"Second brother..."

After Jiang Beiyuan made breakfast, Jiang Beize stepped forward and handed over the flowers that had been planted all night.

"This is my apology!"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan glanced at the bouquet in his hand.

He looked faint, and then accepted, without speaking.

Jiang Beize wanted to say something, but Jiang Beiyuan had already taken off his apron and walked in the direction of the restaurant.

Jiang Guoteng and Pei Jinling both got up, Yannian also got up, and several people sat down to eat.