Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"pen."

Jiang Beiyuan repeated it again.

The voice is colder and weaker than before.

Jiang Beize lowered his head. After a long while, he took out a beautiful pen from the pencil bag of his schoolbag and passed it to Nonodi.

"Sorry brother..."

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan put the pen away and copied it in his pocket.

He looked at Jiang Beize.

The latter lowered his head. From his perspective, only Jiang Beize's dark hair top and curled but trembling eyelashes could be seen.

Jiang Beiyuan frowned with his long eyebrows.

"No matter which school you are in, you have to be modest in studying, and high-profile, calculating, and trouble-making people will never succeed."

Hearing this, Jiang Beize's eyes became more and more dodging.

"Listen... I don't understand what the second brother is saying..."

"You know better than anyone, you don't have to come with me."

He said coldly, saying that the eldest brother is like a father. At this moment, the majesty of the brother completely surpasses the majesty of Jiang Guoteng.

"get off."

"Ok……"

Jiang Beize got out of the car and stood aside waving at Jiang Beiyuan to say goodbye.

Jiang Beiyuan nodded lightly, with tight lines, without saying a word, he started the car and galloped away.

Standing in place, Jiang Beize kept staring at Jiang Beiyuan’s car. When the black Aston Martin disappeared from sight and was no longer visible, he pursed the corners of his mouth, suppressed his grievances, and squeezed the schoolbags on both sides. Turn your head and walk towards the school gate.

"Stop! Song Nanye, don't run!"

There was a noise behind him.

Jiang Beize turned his head and looked over, only to see a group of punks chasing a tall boy.

The boy looked around 185. He was wearing the same red and white school uniform as him. The zipper was not pulled, and it was hanging down so loosely. He ran very fast and had very long legs, which pulled the people behind him a lot.

"Yeah, Song Nanye, pay back my money!!!"

A yellow-haired boy behind him has a hideous face. He ran very fast, and he was about to catch up with the boy in school uniform.

Jiang Beize stood on the spot, staring down at the can by his feet, thought for a while, raised his foot and kicked the can, just hit Huang Mao's face.

Huang Mao covered his face twice with "Ouch", and the younger brother behind caught up to check Huang Mao's injuries.

The boy in school uniform quickly pulled down the black schoolbag he was carrying slanting, and threw it to the front right.

The schoolbag fell into the campus perfectly in a parabolic arc, and he himself swiftly got in from the half-open school gate.

Jiang Beize came back to his senses and hurried in.

At the moment Jiang Beize entered, the uncle security guard at the door closed the door blankly and shut out the boys who were not in school uniforms.

"Thanks."

The tall boy looked back at Jiang Beize who was a head shorter than him and said.

He kept a clean and sharp head, his face was tough, and he didn't count as exquisite features, but when put together, he had a bit of jealousy and unkind debauchery.

Jiang Beize smiled at him, "You're welcome, are you also a student of Zhicheng No.1 Middle School? I'm a newcomer, and we will be alumni in the future, please--"

"What is your name?"

The boy seemed to think Jiang Beize spoke too much, and interrupted him impatiently.

Jiang Beize didn't hear clearly, his clear pupil blinked, "What?"

"Ask what your name is."

The boy stared at him impatiently, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with hostility.

Jiang Beize touched his nose. He was a terrifying person.

He moved his eyelashes, "My name is Jiang Beize."