Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"That's it, or forget it, the chance of getting a positive is left to those who need it more, after all--"

"We at the Xiao Group do not retain employees who are not worthy of use."

After finishing talking, Xiao Chuchen retracted his hand, facing the girl's dusty face, he smiled and turned and left. The moment he turned, the kind smile in his eyes turned into irony and displeasure.

...

Jiang Beiyuan randomly entered a nearby restaurant and asked for a plate of lettuce rolled fritters to put in front of him, but he did not move his chopsticks for a long time.

Soon, the waiter brought him a thick cappuccino.

He was holding his coffee and squeezing it slowly, his black coat was put aside by him, and there was only a pure white shirt inside, with half-rolled sleeves, tall and elegant.

The light at noon was soft, falling on his desktop, cutting his coffee hand into bright light and shadow.

Jiang Beiyuan's hands are very beautiful, white and slender, clean and well-proportioned, and the joints are distinct. When the sun shines, the blood vessels above can be vaguely seen.

Before Yan Nian, he praised his good hands.

Also praised his **** expertise.

He doesn't like other people's flattery, but she likes it very much.

Jiang Beiyuan closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered, as quiet and beautiful as a butterfly fanning its wings.

He slowly tasted Mrs. Jiang's favorite cappuccino, and a shadow of memory fell around him.

It's loneliness, it's dying.

"Little brother..."

A girl with delicate peach blossom makeup came over, opened the QR code of WeChat, and wanted to add Jiang Beiyuan.

Jiang Beiyuan rubbed his painful temple.

Since he entered this restaurant, this was the 18th woman who asked him for WeChat.

"Don't play WeChat."

"Then...that phone number is fine? Otherwise, ins is fine too, or..."

"Have you seen me getting married?"

He calmly raised his left hand.

The left ring finger was empty, only then did I remember that this marriage promise was gone.

Severe finger pain.

It hurt so much that he numbly retracted his hand, and even his heart hurt.

"Uh, forget it."

The little girl seemed to think there was something wrong with this handsome guy's brain circuit, and left with her mobile phone.

"Hey Lao Jiang!!"

Right in front, a fat man wearing a black T-shirt swayed and walked over.

Black jacket, black overalls, black AJ high top.

It's Chen Shuo.

Chen Shuo sat down across from Jiang Beiyuan and immediately asked the waiter to moisten his throat with lemonade.

"I really convinced you. I will go to your house to find you. If you are not there, you won't answer the call. You deliberately?"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan was expressionless, "Something?"

"Tsk, Xu Kuangjie said that he wants a few brothers to sleep with him, starting with me!"

Hear the words.

Jiang Beiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth twice, reminiscent of the scene where Song Yikai cried and said "Boss, you wash your hair, wash your face and shave", and immediately understood everything.

He took two sips of coffee in a calm manner, his eyes were silent.

"You can come over tonight."

"Huh? Really?!"

"Well, come here at any cost."

"amount……"

The threat of Chi Guoguo, it was clear that the spring was recovering outside, but Chen Shuo shivered greatly from the cold.

Chen Shuo stared at a plate of lettuce fritters in front of Jiang Beiyuan, his eyelids twitched fiercely.

When did Jiang Beiyuan’s taste become so unique?

But he didn't dare to ask.

I was afraid that Jiang Beiyuan would go back quietly when he spoke.

The latter rubbed his left ring finger, circle after circle, moving slowly, as if feeling something invisible.