Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Jiang Beiyuan dragged him away without saying anything.

Jiang Beiyuan 188 walking in front, and Jiang Beize walking behind only 170. The disparity in height has caused an absolute crush on temperament.

Jiang Beize's wrist was pinched very painfully by Jiang Beiyuan, and he dared not say anything while gritting his teeth.

It wasn't until he reached the unmanned playground that Jiang Beiyuan let go of him impatiently, and Jiang Beize rubbed his already red and swollen wrist.

"Second brother, I—"

"Snapped!"

The rest of the words were lost in the crisp applause.

There was silence.

The evening breeze was cool, and the sun hadn't completely set. The orange-red light and shadow shone obliquely, prolonging two shadows. One was reflected on the wall and the other was dragged to the ground, unable to move.

Time and wind remain silent.

Jiang Beize raised his hand and touched his already swollen face. The broken bangs on his forehead blocked his falling eyes.

Jiang Beiyuan stood with his hand in his hand, his long eyebrows tucked tightly, and his awe-inspiring temperament, with a sense of seriousness and coldness that was not anger and prestige, and he was cold from above.

"So far, I have only beaten you twice. I said to myself, what did I say to you last time at the school gate?"

Jiang Beize lowered his eyebrows, his voice dull and dull...

"No matter which school you are in, you must have an humbly attitude in studying. High-profile, calculating, and trouble-making people will never succeed."

"Very good, remember very clearly."

Jiang Beiyuan looked down at him, his eyes cold and cold, as if he was reprimanding his subordinates.

"Speak for yourself, what you did wrong."

"..."

Jiang Beize pressed the corners of his mouth vigorously, grievances written on his face.

"……do not know."

"I don't know? Well, I'll tell you."

Jiang Beiyuan's thin lips twitched.

"First, you are not polite, and you break into my room with your sister-in-law without authorization, trying to show your diligence, but you are self-defeating. This is a calculation."

"Second, you use politeness, plus this unique face, to build a good relationship with the classmates, so that the boys and girls in the class, and even the boys and girls in the school will look forward to you and follow your orders. This is a high profile."

"Thirdly, you retire all over after making troubles, let the group of students who are fascinated by you fight for you, and even cause internal strife. This is a disturbance."

"fourth."

Jiang Beiyuan paused, squinting his eyes slightly, his deep eyes were unpredictable, but his expression was heavy.

"You went back to the Jiang family at the age of 5, and the Jiang family raised you for eleven years. You have read the Four Books and Five Classics of the Doctrine of the Mean more than a hundred times, just to see you stab these famous teachers in school?"

"..."

Jiang Beize's head was lowered and lowered lower and lower... his lips were tightly pressed, and he said nothing.

Yes.

What Jiang Beiyuan said was right.

He couldn't hide anything from Jiang Beiyuan's eyes.

There were such cases in foreign schools before, and every time he retired without incident, because afterwards there would be a group of idiot-like people vying to commit the crime for him, and he didn’t need to worry about anything.

It's the same now. Facts have proved that as long as you have a beautiful face, the situation is the same wherever you go.

He clearly knows what to say and what to do to make people happy.

He also knows that as long as he wants, he can use the human heart for his use.

Over the past ten years in the Jiang family, he has watched, listened to, and studied quietly. What he learned is not only etiquette and knowledge, but also the principles of life.

"Bring the notebook."

Jiang Beiyuan's words suddenly brought back Jiang Beize's thoughts.