Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Saying: "..."

Ding Baoyi's crow's mouth, what to say.

Jiang Beiyuan's call came, and the happy cell phone ringing echoed in every corner of the restaurant.

Ding Baoyi glanced at the caller ID.

The three characters "Jiangbeiyuan" resounded from above.

Alas, it's no wonder that these two people progress so slowly, and the notes they read to Jiang Beiyuan are so separated and alienated.

In fact, Yannian didn't want to answer the call, but in front of Ding Baoyi, she still had a face, and dared to answer the call.

"Hello? Anything?"

The voice pretended to be cold.

Jiang Beiyuan at the other end was silent for two seconds: "It's enough to make trouble. Starting tonight, I won't allow you to stay overnight."

"Funny, why do you care about me?"

"I am your husband, I don't care who you are?"

"My husband in name, if you borrow my 200,000 yuan, I will definitely return it to you. Then we will not owe each other!"

"Before you pay back the money, I have needs these days. You can take a day to satisfy me."

After speaking, he took the initiative to hang up the words and read the phone.

Yan Nian was stunned for a while, and immediately looked at Ding Baoyi.

"Sister, lend me two hundred thousand!"

Ding Baoyi shook his finger, "Two hundred thousand wood! Twenty thousand is almost the same!"

"Ah, ah, if you don’t lend me money, then I’m done, Jiang Beiyuan just threatened me!"

"What is threatening you?"

"he--"

Before Yannian could speak, the phone rang again.

Thinking that it was Jiang Beiyuan calling, he picked up the call without even seeing the display, "There is more to be done?"

On the other end of the phone: "Yan Xiaonian, I, He Huaiguang!"

"what?"

Yan Nian looked at this number, it was a strange number.

"I can't get through when I called you, did you blacklist me?"

"I didn't, it may be that your phone is in arrears!"

"Don't talk about this, the flower shop is here..." He Huaiguang's voice suddenly became very small.

Yannian scratched her ears, disapproving.

"Here you come, take care of me. Ding Baoyi and I are having dinner in Simmentine."

"Tsk, I can't take care of this person."

"Who?"

There are people who can't see the upstart household photos?

Yannian said with a smile, drooling.

In the next second, I heard He Huaiguang falter, sound like a gnat, "She said that she is Jiang Beiyuan's mother."

"puff!"

A good steak has turned into a drain and cannot be eaten.

Yannian shrugged her face down, and the smile at the corner of her mouth solidified on her face, making her smile more ugly than crying.

Ding Baoyi rubbed her forehead and looked over: "What's wrong with you, whose call?"

"He Huaiguang's... he said Jiang Beiyuan his mother came to the flower shop, I'll take a look."

Yannian wiped her mouth without explaining much to Ding Baoyi, and quickly got up and left.

...

at the same time.

On the front foot, Jiang Beiyuan just hung up the call. On the back foot, Wang Shuang, director of thoracic surgery, came in.

Seeing that Jiang Beiyuan's face is a bit unpleasant, I don't know who has offended him.

However, this kid has always liked to have a straight face, and Wang Shuang didn't care much.

"How did the ten thousand-word essay you write?"

Jiang Beiyuan was thinking of words and thoughts in his heart, and he was angry, turning his pen in his hand, his voice was cold and cold, "I didn't write."

Wang Shuang was speechless, "Didn't you let you write well during the weekend?"

"Do not write."

An attitude of "I just don't write, what can you do to me".

Wang Shuang really couldn't do anything to him, his anger was his own, and he didn't bother to be angry.

"Okay, okay, I won't write the paper for now, so you should have a consultation? The dean has looked for it and said you haven't had a consultation for a year!"

Hearing this, Jiang Beiyuan grabbed the white coat and got up quickly, "I'm going to round the room."