Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Cut~"

Yannian disapproved, lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the strings in his hand.

After half an hour.

At the dinner table, four people ate. Song Nanye discovered that Jiang Beize ate far more at Jiang Beiyuan’s home than at school.

After the meal, Jiang Beiyuan looked at Jiang Beize: "Your sister-in-law and I are going out, you can look after the house."

"Oh, good brother."

"Hey? Where are we going? Why don't I know?" Yan Nian looked dumbfounded as the client.

Jiang Beiyuan smiled, "You will know when you go."

He does this every time, cutting first and playing later.

Jiang Beize was standing at the entrance and watching. Jiang Beiyuan was putting on Yannian's coat and buttoning her, eyebrows drooped, shrouded in light and shadow, the handsome man had a light but gentle smile on his face. Meaning, feelings as soft as snow.

Jiang Beize curled up his lips and smiled.

The second brother is really happy.

Because the second brother has words.

When Jiang Beiyuan and Yannian left, Song Nanye let out a long sigh of relief, and a man with a heavy sense of oppression left.

He was sitting directly on the sofa in the living room, with Erlang's legs tilted up, sitting in an unrecognizable posture, treating this place as his own home.

Song Nanye held the guitar in his hands, adjusted the strings, and then glanced at Jiang Beize who was standing in the corner dumbly.

"Come here, I will teach you the song last time!"

"..."

Jiang Beize Shi Shiran walked over.

He stood in front of Song Nanye, pursing the corners of his lips, and he was about one meter away from him.

"What are you hypocritical here? Sit down and learn!" Song Nanye sneered and said, four fingers swept across the strings, and a thin layer of cocoon remained on the belly of the finger where he started to play the intro.

"That one……"

Jiang Beize tangled up and opened his mouth.

The air was extremely quiet, so quiet that only the deep voice of the guitar could be heard.

"What's the matter? Don't mother-in-law!"

"I... my sister-in-law was joking, I hope you don't take it to heart."

Snapped!

The sixth string suddenly broke.

Something seems to have been cut off.

Song Nanye picked up the strings on the ground blankly and stood up holding the broken guitar.

"It's getting late, I have something to do at home, I will go back first."

"Okay... Then I'll give it to you."

"..."

Song Nanye didn't speak, he didn't refuse, nor agreed, but he faintly hung the guitar around his neck.

Jiang Beize locked the door of the villa, put on a gray coat, and walked on the spacious road one after another with Song Nanye.

He is not as long as Song Nanye's legs.

The greenery in Funan Villa area is excellent, and the lawn and fountain complement each other.

The water from the fountain splashed out coldly, splashing on the guitar in Song Nanye's arms.

"Your guitar is wet—"

Jiang Beize ran to follow Song Nanye's pace, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and wanted to wipe the water stains on his guitar.

"Don't touch it."

Song Nanye raised the guitar in his hand, showing no expression on his face.

Jiang Beize withdrew his hand, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry? You did nothing wrong, I know your sister-in-law was joking, and I didn't care."

"Ok……"

Jiang Beize's voice was dull, and he hung his head.

For a moment, it seemed to become embarrassing together with the air.

"Hey!"

Song Nanye suddenly smiled heartily and hit Jiang Beize's shoulder with his elbow.

"No, what on earth are you hypocritical? Do you think I care about that sentence? Or do you care about that sentence yourself?"

"I……"