Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"you--!"

"I saw it."

Song Nanye had a "don't make a fuss" expression, and drank two more sodas in his hands.

"When I helped you retrieve the book from that aunt's hand, the page was blown away by the wind, and I saw all the words on it."

I like Jiang Beiyuan.

I like it so much.

I like it so much.

The few lines in the middle, a short number of words, filled the entire space of that piece of paper, as if it were all he had.

"Don't tell anyone, thank you."

Jiang Beize said softly, with a soft voice.

"Also, that's not my sister-in-law, that's my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law is very young and very good. The only woman I don't hate right now is my sister-in-law. It feels... she is different from other women."

"..."

Song Nanye did not speak.

He frowned, then Gudong Gudong drank the soda in his hand, just like playing golf, throwing the can in his hand far.

"I don't like women very much either."

He says.

This rebellious teenager has the most real black reflection in his eyes at this moment.

"When a selfish woman gave birth, I ran away with someone. Before I left, my dad dragged her away. He even called my grandparents to come from the country to persuade me to fight. My father and my mother were out on the way. Car accident—"

After a pause, Song Nanye subconsciously rubbed the soda can beside him, only then did he realize that he had drunk out of it, and he took the one he brought to Jiang Beize without saying a word, and took a few more sips.

"No one is spared, all are dead."

"..." Jiang Beize was startled.

"I thought I was noisy, I became bad, and they would remarry."

As he said, Song Nanye shrugged his shoulders as if mocking himself.

"Last year, my dad remarried and left me completely in charge of my brother, and gave my brother a monthly living allowance. In fact, it was nothing more than that. It turns out that no matter what kind of person I become, they won't care."

"No, there will still be people who care, like your brother."

Jiang Beize's eyes were clear and translucent, looking straight at him with comfort in his eyes.

"Your brother must be the same as my second brother, although Assistant Song is more perverted, without my second brother's domineering power, nor my second brother as handsome, nor my second brother smart and capable, nor my second brother—"

"Oh, that's all right."

Song Nanye became impatient at this and waved his hand.

"Are you trying to say that despite his worthlessness, he still wants me to become a talent?"

"Well, that's what it means!"

"Come on, what do you know when you grew up holding a golden spoon."

Song Nanye spoke indifferently, and drank Jiang Beize's bottle of Pepsi.

"I am an illegitimate child."

Jiang Beize's clear eyes were covered with a layer of frost.

"He is not my real brother. My mother is even worse than your mother. When I gave birth, I put me in an orphanage. I was asked to recognize my father when I was five. My stepmother... is even more difficult to describe."

"Oh." Song Nanye listened quietly, and responded with one word, which meant he had listened.

Jiang Beize sighed.

"I'm telling people this for the first time."

"Me too." Song Nanye replied.

"You know my secret, I know your secret, and we are even."

"It's so naive, children are even."

Song Nanye said, shook the can in his hand twice, and threw the bottle of Pepsi to a far and wide distance.

"Why are you called Jiang Beize?"

"what?"