Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

at the same time.

There are many private cars parked in front of the school gate of Zhicheng No. 1 Middle School.

Today is Friday, and the students in the accommodation can go home and rest until Monday and come back.

Seeing that most of the students were gone, Jiang Beize in school uniform stood alone at the school gate.

The orange rays of the setting sun in the distance cut his fair and clean face, with exquisite features and picturesque brows. He was standing there like a parallel poster. A female classmate in the same class passed by, waving and smiling at him saygoodbye.

He nodded politely and smiled on his face, but when the female classmate turned and left, the smile on his face gradually solidified, and there was a bit of unnoticeable disgust and contempt deep in his eyes.

"Hey~~!"

A black Mercedes parked in front of him.

Jiang Beize suppressed the disgust in his eyes and looked over.

The window slowly rolled down, and Song Yikai in the main driver's seat waved at him.

"San Gongzi, our boss is temporarily unable to come back on the plane. Let me pick you up and get in the car!"

"Well, thank Assistant Song."

Jiang Beize spoke very politely, tightening the strap of the schoolbag on his shoulders, and there was an obvious loss in his eyes.

He opened the door and sat in the back seat of the car, with his black schoolbag aside, looking out the window sideways, his long eyelashes curled up, and the delicate and clear jaw line revealed his quietness.

Song Yikai raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and he slapped his tongue twice, "Asshole, can't come out yet..."

"What's the matter, Assistant Song is not leaving yet?"

"Ah, sorry, pick someone up by the way."

"..."

In the past twenty minutes, the boy with a shoulder bag slung across the body swaggered out, chewing gum in his mouth, with one hand in his pocket, and a pair of Converse classic black high-top canvas shoes on his feet. The shoelaces were dirty. To death, the hair on his forehead was messy, and the whole person revealed unruly.

The boy opened the door of the passenger seat and sat in unceremoniously.

Looking at the bruises and scars on his forehead, Song Yikai was not angry.

"You slumped person is fighting again, haven't you?!"

Song Nanye ignored Song Yikai, chewing gum, looking at Jiang Beize in the rearview mirror, frowning slightly, "Do you know him?"

"My boss's brother, what's the matter, do you like others?"

"Neuropathy."

Song Nanye directly spit out the chewing gum in his mouth on the hanger on the side.

Song Yikai was frightened.

"Can you talk about hygiene?!"

This was the car in Jiangbeiyuan's garage. Song Yikai hurriedly took toilet paper and wiped it clean, for fear of leaving a little stain or dust.

After all, Jiang Beiyuan is very obsessed with cleanliness for everyone except words and thoughts.

Song Nanye rolled his eyes and sneered coldly, "It's no wonder that I've been an assistant all the time as a grandson for others."

"I'm happy to be a grandson! If you have the ability to be my brother in the next life, I will be your brother!"

"Who is rare to be your brother? My surname will not be Song in the next life!"

"you--!!!"

"That's sorry,"

Jiang Beize in the back seat of the car interjected cautiously.

"Assistant Song, actually... I and he are classmates."

"Oh?"

Song Yikai turned his head and looked behind him when he heard the words. The anger on his face instantly turned to please, "You are not bullied in the class, right? I will teach him now!"

"No no!"

Jiang Beize waved his hand.

He is now assigned to the second and sixth class of senior high school. The head teacher seems to like him very much. Perhaps Jiang Beiyuan greeted him in advance, so he was placed in the best position in the first row as soon as he entered.

Song Nanye was sitting at the corner of the last row. He was alone and not at the same table.

The location is too far apart, and because it is not a dormitory, Jiang Beize has no communication with him on weekdays. The only impression of him is that this person sleeps on his stomach during class during the day, and never stays in class after class, and occasionally sees him. , There were wounds on his face, as if others owed him money.

"Song-uh, I mean, others are very nice and never bully."

Jiang Beize touched his nose and said.

Through the rearview mirror, his eyes met, Jiang Beize lowered his head in embarrassment, he even forgot his name.