Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Jiang Beiyuan said in favor and fastened cufflinks.

Then, looking at Zhao Quan and Song Yikai, "What should you do, or how do you do it, Lin Jingye knows that you are my subordinates, and currently he doesn't have the guts to treat you."

"It's easy for us to talk, and the twenty employees are easy to talk about. The key is you—"

Zhao Quan looked at Jiang Beiyuan worriedly.

Jiang Beiyuan looked as usual, "Don’t worry, I hold 40% of Jiang’s shares, but I don’t have the company’s decision-making power. Jiang’s overall overall situation will not change in a short period of time. The profit and loss depends on their own destiny. To a certain extent, I did it myself."

After speaking, he left without taking anything, only a pot of rich bamboo on the table.

This is the potted plant that Yannian put on his table before. He has been raising it for a while, and he has developed feelings.

"Hey Lao Jiang--"

Zhao Quan chased Jiang Beiyuan to the downstairs. The latter had started the car and was about to leave.

The sun fell, and today’s sunshine was strong. Zhao Quan put an arm on the glass of the car and squinted slightly at the person in the driver’s seat. "Would you like the fat guy or Xu Kuangjie to find you a job?"

"Good intentions."

As Jiang Beiyuan said, he lightly brushed away Zhao Quan's hand on his car window glass.

"Go home to spend the New Year with my wife, no time to work."

amount.

Zhao Quan watched him leave Yiqi Juechen.

...

Yannian wipes the window glass at home.

She went to the flower shop today to remember. Xu Tongtong said that during the New Year holidays, she only went to work on the eighth day.

Then came back dingy.

Once a year, on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, she will clean and wipe the glass, and then put up grilles and curtains on New Year's Eve tomorrow.

She has to go back to her natal family every Chinese New Year. Last year, Wen Yu accompanied her back.

Things are different. One year's time, the boyfriend of the year went to jail, his mother is not a real mother, and her family is no longer her family.

She felt that she would probably stay out of touch with Ma Xueyan forever.

There was movement in the hallway, Yuli barked twice, and Yannian turned to look over.

The man with a pot of rich bamboo in his hand changed his shoes and walked in.

Yan Nian: "Why did you come back so early today?"

"The company is okay, it's on annual leave."

"Oh, big companies also have annual holidays?"

"otherwise?"

Jiang Beiyuan put the wealthy bamboo on the coffee table, took off his coat outside, and wore a white turtleneck sweater inside. The slim-fit sweater outlines the line texture of his upper body.

Yannian didn't take it seriously. He was self-willed. She knew, "You came back just right. Wipe the glass on top for me, I can't reach it!"

The shortcomings of shortness suddenly became apparent.

Jiang Beiyuan rolled up his sleeves and walked over, stood behind her, took the rag in her hand and wiped the upper window lattice.

"I can wipe it, you go back to the room and stay."

"Hey, isn't it tiring to work with husband and wife? Besides, cleaning glass is not a heavy job."

Yannian turned around and raised her head. Her face was very close to Jiang Beiyuan's face, her clear eyes were bent, and the sweet breath between her lips and teeth was sprayed over as she spoke.

Jiang Beiyuan frowned, his Adam's apple moved, and then re-handed the rag in her hand to her without moving.

"Then Mrs. Jiang, your husband will cook."

After speaking, he quickly turned and went to the kitchen.

Yuli Pidianpidian followed Jiangbeiyuan's feet, and it adhered to Jiangbeiyuan a lot more times than it adhered to words and thoughts.

Yannian narrowed her eyes and stared at someone's back, her mouth narrowed.

Is it her illusion? I always feel that Jiang Beiyuan is hiding from her these days.