Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

The fancy-dressed girls are like the fairies of the daughter country. Seeing Tang Seng, they dare to ask Jiang Beiyuan for a WeChat.

"Sorry, married."

"already married."

"I'm married."

Similar to this, I don’t know how many times I said it, a girl came happily, walked disappointedly, and soon another happy girl came, and so on.

This is an endless loop that disgusts him.

The blame is that he forgot to wear a girl's headband on his wrist today.

After all, it wasn't something that Chen Shuo bought for him. After wearing it for a few days, he didn't know where to throw it.

"This handsome guy, do you have a girlfriend?"

Here comes another one for WeChat.

In silence, Jiang Beiyuan fumbled out the wedding ring from his jacket pocket and put it on again.

The platinum ring on the ring finger of the left hand is exquisite and eye-catching, with pleats glowing.

He raised his hands, his slender hands, the arc of the ring finger is extraordinarily pure, "Married."

This is an absolutely overwhelming sign.

The significance of the ring to Jiang Beiyuan is as important as the crown to the king.

Upon seeing this, the girl walked away in frustration.

There are a few others who haven't tried, standing far away and seeing the ring of Jiang Beiyuan's ring finger.

Arrived.

Jiang Beiyuan was wearing the ring just now, and he disappeared.

Panicked, he quickly got off the subway, looked around, people were coming and going, but there was no thought.

This is their home site.

Why not?

Obviously there is no her in the subway.

Is it hidden like the last time a prank?

"Brother, can you ask for your WeChat?"

A bright voice sounded behind him.

Jiang Beiyuan turned his head with a "rub".

At this moment, the little woman who was carved with powder and jade, spread her white palms in front of him.

Jiang Beiyuan looked into her eyes for a moment, twitched the corners of her mouth, "The house rules are tight, my wife won't let it."

"Forget it!"

The woman turned to leave.

"Give you!"

He carefully embraced her, hugging her from behind, rubbing her cheeks against her soft neck.

"Give you everything you want, I give it all, really."

Hear the words.

Yannian turned around silently, looking at him with no expression on his face, "Little brother is so good at flirting outside, have you considered how your wife feels?"

"She... shouldn't mind."

"Hehe, then you are too scumbag, don't care about your wife at all!"

"Stop her, will you be my wife?"

He was joking with her, but his tone was clear and he was wary of fear and fear of losing.

"What are the benefits of being your wife?" Yannian asked again.

"There is a room, a car, all housework, cooking is delicious, and it looks-very pleasing to the eye."

Very pleasing to the eye?

He's really not ashamed.

Yannian held back her smile, cleared her throat, raised her eyebrows proudly, "My feet hurt, what should I do?"

"Come up quickly."

He squatted down in front of her, and looked back at her, for fear that she would play a prank and ran away in the next second.

Yan Nian lay on Jiang Beiyuan's back again.

"Take Yuli back tomorrow, it misses you very much."

"Good." Jiang Beiyuan has a deep voice.

For the rest, Yannian said nothing.

Wordless all the way.

finally arrived at home.

With a familiar atmosphere, the goose yellow light spread all the way from the living room to the carpet in the hallway.

Yannian nose pan acid.

It's almost a month.

She and Jiang Beiyuan had a big quarrel this time.

There has never been such a long period of conflict.

Hope there won't be a second time in the future.