Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

The door opened.

Four eyes face each other.

Seeing the man standing in front of her house, Yannian breathed a sigh of relief, her brows stretched out subconsciously, "I thought something happened to you again, and I was shocked."

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan walked in silently.

Put the urn gently aside.

From the outside, it was just an ordinary box, and I couldn't understand: "This is—"

Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by Jiang Beiyuan.

He bent over and hugged her, buried his head in her neck, and burst into tears before speaking.

Tears fell hot one by one, burning Yannian's skin.

"What's the matter? What's going on??"

Yannian raised her hand and patted his back, gently, he was too tall, she raised her head, her hand could only reach his back.

Feeling his tears, my heart hurts.

"Husband, are you okay?"

Something must have happened, otherwise how could Jiang Beiyuan cry so sad.

He didn't speak, just hugged her tightly, and suddenly choked softly.

Every time he cried, he cried in Yannian's heart.

This man who is almost 30 years old is crying like a child right now.

Yannian was anxious, but she knew that he wouldn't be able to ask him now.

I can only accompany him silently like this, gently patting his back like a kid, letting him hold her to vent his emotions.

...

Fifteen minutes later.

On the balcony, the man who had just cried sat on the balcony with one leg bent, his long fingers pinched a cigarette, and the red scarlet accompanied his smoking movement, bright and dark, and the smoke ring curled up and blew into the air.

The balcony door rang, and Yannian came in with two bottles of yogurt and handed him one.

Jiang Beiyuan didn't reach out to take it, frowned for the first time, and took off his coat to cover her.

"It's cold at night, don't stay here, what if you catch a cold."

"It's okay, don't I have your coat?"

Yannian sighed and sat down beside him.

Jiang Beiyuan's slender index finger flicked the soot and was about to extinguish the cigarette butt, but Yan Nian held down his big hand.

"If you want to smoke it once, I know you feel uncomfortable."

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan still put out the cigarette butt.

"Passive smoking is not good for pregnant women."

"Well... Actually, do you know that, several times I suspected that you are not your mother's biological son."

Yannian smiled lightly.

"Look, you are such a gentleman and refined, you are so good and capable, and the three views are correct. Your mother is unreasonable and arrogant. Sometimes he really looks like a shrew. Want someone to hit me..."

As he spoke, Yannian paused.

"Seriously, I hate her, and I won't forgive her, but I never thought of letting her die."

The pale face of Pei Jinling previously appeared in Yannian's mind.

That was the last time she saw Pei Jinling.

Her haggard face, thin body, like a paper man, there is a sickness between her eyebrows and eyes.

At that time, she was thinking about Jiang Beiyuan's things, so she didn't think much.

Has she been sick since then?

"Yan Nian. Take good care of Beiyuan! My son also needs attention."

This is the last word Pei Jinling said to her during her lifetime.

She didn't care about it at the time, "You don't need to tell me that I know, my husband will naturally take good care of me."

My heart suddenly felt sad.

How can I know that one part is forever.