Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Xu Kuangjie: "..."

Just know that the brother is plastic!

Jiang Beiyuan took out two bottles of yogurt from the refrigerator and soaked them in hot water.

Xu Kuangjie is so speechless, "Who's soaked in hot yogurt? I want a cold beer!"

"No beer."

"Then I want to drink ice coke!"

"No Coke, I like to drink or not."

Xu Kuangjie became speechless and deepened: "You are only twenty-eight, and you have lived eighty-eight? And ah, what kind of WeChat profile picture you changed, I didn't recognize it, and almost sent the wrong message."

"What is the problem?"

Jiang Beiyuan took a bottle of yogurt out of the hot water, unwrapped it, and drank it without licking the lid.

Xu Kuangjie also took another bottle of hot yogurt and licked the lid.

Then put it in the trash can.

"You take a look, the head is four hearts, what non-mainstream people are you doing?"

Jiang Beiyuan: "Mind, not just four hearts?"

"what?"

"I said, heart, mind, mind, and thought, understand?"

Xu Kuangjie blinked, "Should it be related to your wife?"

Jiang Beiyuan said, the enchanting night also covered his face with a layer of enchanting, warm and melting, as if all the snow and ice melted.

"She will understand."

Xu Kuangjie didn't speak, and suddenly turned his face, covering his mouth, his shoulder twitched several times.

Puff ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, someone wants to laugh at him to death, inherit his Xu group!

He just put his four minds at it, and let her wife understand that this is a description of "niannian", my God... an IQ200 doctor of medicine and finance, why is emotional intelligence so touching!

No, he can't laugh anymore, he has to save some face for Jiang Beiyuan.

After all, it is also intentional.

Jiang Beiyuan squinted slightly, staring displeasedly at Xu Kuangjie's shoulders, "Have you ever finished?"

"Ahem."

Xu Kuangjie cleared his throat, wiped tears from his laughter, and then turned around.

He cleared his throat again.

"Then what, you guessed right, Yannian is the mother now, not her mother."

Jiang Beiyuan nodded, waiting for Xu Kuangjie's following.

Xu Kuangjie took out a file from the lining of the suit and put it on the coffee table.

"Yan Nian's father, Yan Yuming, is a lover of his daughter. After his wife passed away in childbirth, he married the current wife in the same year. He wanted to give his daughter a complete home. At the same time, the first wife was dying of childbirth. He concealed it so that the outside world would not know it. It took me a lot of effort to find out."

"Yan Nian was thirteen years old, his father died, and the nature of his stepmother was revealed, oh... it's not her own life, I can't really feel sorry for it. I heard that this stepmother is addicted to gambling, and Yan Yuming gave the money that Yan Nian left behind. They were all defeated by her."

Jiang Beiyuan remained silent, with his hands folded on the back of his head, leaning on the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Seeing him like this, it seems to be lost.

Xu Kuangjie kicked him.

Jiang Beiyuan hummed, and he could see that he was thinking, that he had no time to kick back.

"I'm thinking about how to minimize the harm to her."

Women who have lived together for more than 20 years are not their biological mothers.

Anyone who knows the truth will feel terribly uncomfortable.

Yannian didn't say anything, but Jiang Beiyuan knew that she still had a little affection for Ma Xueyan in her heart.

After all, for the first thirteen years, Ma Xueyan pretended to be good for Yan Yuming's sake.

If it is said that a lie is well-intentioned, then he does not mind continuing the lie, as long as the harm to words and thoughts can be minimized.

So, for ten minutes, he stayed in the same room with Ma Xueyan, and said, "You are not Niannian's biological mother, right."

Ma Xueyan dodged twice, staring at Jiang Beiyuan vigilantly.

He is a man with a strong aura.

This man was leaning on the glass window, and there was a lot of sunlight behind him. He wore a white shirt and was elegant and elegant, and his temperament was noble, but he was also cold. It seemed that where he was, he could freeze the ice.

Ma Xueyan shuddered suddenly.

"You, who are you?"

"I said, I am Niannian's husband."

Jiang Beiyuan took out the marriage certificate from his pocket and handed it over.

The red notebook is shiny and bright.

Before Ma Xueyan could see the name of the person inside, he retracted his hand and carefully put the marriage certificate in his pocket.

"Some things are enough to look at. I just want to tell you that with me taking care of Nian Nian, she is doing very well now. You can't give her the wealth, comfort, and the dreams she wants to pursue, I can give it. "