Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

In the afternoon, Jiang Beiyuan drove Yannian to the cemetery, paying homage to Yan Yuming and Han Qingzhu.

The spring breeze was blowing, and a tender green sprout appeared in front of the tombstone, which looked vigorous in this depressed place.

Yannian squatted on the ground, watching that the green vines on the ground did not look like weeds, and then turned to look at Jiang Beiyuan beside him.

"Did you make this?"

"Yep."

Jiang Beiyuan's generous palms covered her head and rubbed them lightly, making the little girl smarter.

"My mother likes ivy."

"..."

Yannian felt moved.

Then staring at the two people on the tombstone, their eyes were slightly warm, "Dad, mom, happy new year."

...

On the way back from the cemetery, Jiang Beiyuan dropped by to pick up Jiang Beize from Zhicheng No.1 Middle School. The Chinese New Year will be tomorrow, and the school is not a holiday.

Yannian's cell phone ran out of power, and I took a magazine in the back seat of the car and flipped it a few times. The middle page had a map of the wedding venue, a huge pastoral manor, and pink roses and ivy on the side, pink and green intertwined.

"Mr. Jiang, let's go to the manor for weddings in the future. I think the Royal Manor in Zhicheng is good, but I heard it's a bit expensive."

"I know." Jiang Beiyuan didn't squint, his face was clean, and his chin was clear and handsome.

"How do you know it's expensive?"

Yannian was interested and looked at him with a smile. Although this person would be ignorant of her at night, she was always angry and went fast, not like him.

Jiang Beiyuan laughed. Can the brain circuits between husband and wife be synchronized, "Your husband means that you know you want to have a wedding in the manor."

"Are you the roundworm in my stomach, do you know this?"

"You said it before."

"Really? The conscience of heaven and earth, I don't remember what I said before!"

Yannian was happy to tease him.

Taking advantage of the red light, Jiang Beiyuan glanced at her sideways.

The girl in the front passenger seat had crooked eyebrows and smiled like a flower.

Jiang Beiyuan lightly opened his lips: "You said it when you were twelve years old."

Said that in the future, marriage must be in the manor castle, facing the priest.

Said that the other half must ride a white horse and marry her in a high-profile manner on the colorful clouds like Supreme Treasure.

He also said that he should take Yan Yuming's arm and let Yan Yuming personally hand her over to the other party's hands.

Unfortunately.

Yan Yuming can no longer see her daughter marrying in a wedding dress.

He didn't know what Jiang Beiyuan was thinking, and coughed twice.

As soon as she mentioned this topic, she was a little confused, "This can't be blamed on me, you know I don't remember anything, I really tried hard to think back about the past, but it was--"

"Don't think about it, that's good."

After saying this lightly, Jiang Beiyuan said nothing more.

Soon, when he arrived at Zhicheng No.1 Middle School, Jiang Beize was already waiting at the school gate.

The black Aston Martin steadily stopped in front of him.

"Second brother, sister-in-law."

Jiang Beize's voice is very clean, his eyes are very clear, and his delicate white face is as flawless as his brother.

Yannian looked at Jiang Beize, and felt that this kid seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell why.

Jiang Beiyuan got out of the car and lifted the suitcase into the trunk for him to put it away.

The brothers didn't appear rusty because of the "unpleasantness" that day, everything was natural, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Beize sat in the back seat of the car.

Looking through the rearview mirror, Yannian's eyes pointed, looking at a bruise on Jiang Beize's forehead.