Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

During dinner, Jiang Beiyuan didn't say anything, as if he didn't see the dress and nothing happened.

He went to wash the dishes, then took his son to the bathroom, put the little guy in the bathtub, and wiped him with shower gel.

The little guy is slippery, playing with ducklings like a loach.

"father--"

When Jiang Qingchi raised his hand, he shook Jiang Beiyuan's face directly.

Seeing the latter frowned slightly, Jiang Qingchi hurriedly wiped Jiang Beiyuan's face with a smile. Unexpectedly, the more he wiped it, the dirtier his face, Jiang Beiyuan's face became heavier.

"Dad, I didn't mean it..."

The little guy withdrew his hand angrily and touched the tip of his nose.

Jiang Beiyuan didn't say a word, took the towel from the side and wiped his face at random.

"It's okay."

"Dad, I want to ask you a question."

"Say."

"Are you eating dumplings again?"

"..." Jiang Beiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth twice.

Little Bunny has sharp eyes, and he doesn't know who is going to follow.

"Dad, what's unhappy about you, talk to your excellent and handsome son, don't hold it in your heart alone! It's not good for your health!"

Jiang Qingchi looked at Jiang Beiyuan expectantly, trying to praise him as sensible.

But until Jiang Beiyuan took him out of the bathroom, he still didn't wait for his father's answer.

Jiang Qingchi's pajamas were a little white bear, and he bought it for him. Jiang Beiyuan put it on for him, and he was about to leave.

"father--"

The soft little hand held Jiang Beiyuan's hand.

Jiang Beiyuan turned his eyes slightly, facing Shang Jiang Qingchi's pitiful face, and the child's clear eyes, there was no dirty air.

"what happened?"

"Dad hasn't told me a story yet! So I can't leave!"

As soon as the voice fell, the door was pushed open.

Yan Nian looked straight at Jiang Beiyuan, her tone a little anxious, "Why did the men's jacket I put in the closet disappeared?"

Upon hearing this, the black eyes of Jiang Beiyuan's chess piece were immediately covered with a layer of frost.

He withdrew the hand held by his son, faintly covered him with the quilt, and touched his soft forehead bangs, "I won't tell a story today, your mother and I have something to say."

"Well, it's okay to say things,"

The little guy was restless, sitting upright and leaning to Jiang Beiyuan's ear, his two small hands clenched into small fists, and whispered in Jiang Beiyuan's ear: "But dad don't quarrel with mom, okay?"

"When did you argue with her?"

"Also."

Jiang Qingchi showed a big smile. After saying good night to Jiang Beiyuan, he looked at Yannian and waved his hand to say good night to Yannian.

Jiang Beiyuan and Yannian left their son's room and returned to the master bedroom, closing the door from the inside.

"That coat belongs to Gong Jun. It was raining this afternoon and the weather was cold. He gave me his coat when he saw me sneeze, but I didn't wear it. I was thinking about going to the company tomorrow to return the clothes to him. "

Yannian looked at Jiang Beiyuan's broad back and explained.

He is undressing, has a lean waistline, and keeps working out every day, so he is still in good shape.

"That's the way it is, there is nothing between me and him, so what about Gong Jun's coat?"

Yannian was a little anxious when he saw that he was not speaking. It was other people's clothes.

"I burned it."

After this sentence, Jiang Beiyuan went into the bathroom inside shirtless.

It took several seconds for the words and thoughts of standing in the same place to react, and he was so angry that he smashed the bathroom door, but the man didn't move at all, and soon there was a sound of splashing water.

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