Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

"So I'm very, very sad now."

The little girl hugged her knees and buried her face in her arms. What she said was filled with sullen displeasure.

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, lowered his crow-feather eyelashes, and after a while he picked the little girl up from the suitcase and put her on the bed, then pulled the stool next to her and sat on it.

His hands looked even whiter under the light, like fine white jade, and this white jade was gently wiping the tears from the corners of the little girl's eyes.

"Be good, or I won't go."

Aning sniffed, frowned, and spoke with a crying tone. His tone couldn't bear to question: "No, you have to go."

Jiang Yan's delicate brows frowned slightly, and the broken hair on his forehead drooped to cover his brow bones. His light-colored pupils stared at her for a while, and with an extremely soft expression, he asked her, "Then why are you crying."

Aning burped and retorted: "I, I didn't cry, it was the sand that confused my eyes."

After saying that, he turned his head away from him, rubbed his eyes and looked up, staring at the light on the ceiling.

The light is not dazzling but it makes my pupils very dry.

It seems like I want to cry more.

What a crappy research institute that can't even bring in a family member.

Why does research take so long?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt as if there was a stone stuck in my heart.

Jiang Yan reached out and pinched the little girl's face with his slender white fingertips, forcing her to face him. Those red eyes like rabbit eyes suddenly appeared in his sight.

The tears that welled up rolled down his cheeks and fell onto his hands, which hurt like a sharp knife. The man's heart suddenly tightened, and he gently held her in his arms, patted her back and comforted her. : "Be good, don't cry."

He didn't say it was okay, but when he said Aning, he couldn't control his tears even more. He hugged the other person's waist and burst into tears. His shoulders kept shaking and he let out gentle sobs.

After a while, tears quickly wet a piece of his chest.

Maybe he had cried enough. Aning sobbed and raised his head to look at the young doctor. The circles of his moist eyes were red, and there were tears hanging on his long eyelashes, making him look pitiful.

"The clothes are wet."

Jiang Yan's delicate eyebrows knitted together, and he felt very distressed when he saw her dazed look. He pulled the paper on the bedside and gently wiped the tears on her face, and whispered softly: "Do you still want to cry?"

Aning nodded and shook her head. She wanted to cry but couldn't because her eyes would be swollen when she went to work tomorrow.

"Then let's go wash our faces? We cried like little kittens."

When Jiang Yan spoke to me, his tone was soft and coaxing, and his warm and low-mellow voice sounded particularly gentle like a gurgling stream.

Taking the little girl's wrist to the bathroom, the young doctor gently helped her clean the tears on her face, with a serious expression, as if he was treating some rare treasure.

Aning saw her appearance clearly in the mirror. Her eyes and nose were all red, and her lips were dry and peeling, probably because she had cried just now.

Licking his lips, trying to moisten them, and taking a deep breath, Aning tugged on the corner of Jiang Yan's clothes, raised his eyelashes and looked at his beautiful eyes, and said aggrievedly: "I want to drink water."

After drinking the water, Aning sat on the bed holding the cup and watched Jiang Yan continue to pack her luggage. Suddenly something occurred to her. She slipped out of bed and returned to her room. Finally, she found a two-inch red-bottomed photo of her head in her bag. .

This was taken when she joined the company before. Holding the photo in hand, she returned to Jiang Yan's room and asked for his cell phone arrogantly.

After a while of fiddling with it, there was a photo on the back of his phone case, which seemed to be her mug shot just now. After looking at it for a while, he was still not satisfied. After unlocking the phone with his fingerprint, he changed the lock screen and screen saver to a photo of the two of them. Satisfied, he returned the phone to the person.

Then came the girl's instructions: "When you go over there, you have to call me every day and send me messages every day, you know? If a girl shows up to you in the laboratory again, give her the photo on the back of your phone." Look, or else show her the screensaver and tell her that this is my girlfriend, do you understand?"

Jiang Yan stared at the photo of the two of them on the phone screen, his eyelashes trembling, he raised his eyes to look at Aning, his eyes softened subconsciously, and he curled his lips: "I know."

Should I tell her that there are very few women in the institute?

Even if there are, they are all married people.

Aning asked Jiang Yan to leave a small light on when sleeping, and when he asked why.

This is what she told him: "I want to take a good look at Dr. Jiang's face tonight, and I want it to be deeply imprinted in my mind."

Such serious and childish words made Jiang Yan dumbfounded. He felt soft in his heart and hugged the person: "Okay."

An Ning simply put his arms around him and rubbed his neck with his cheek: "Yes, you should hold me like this too."

The young doctor laughed dumbly, lowered his head and kissed the forehead of the person in his arms. His eyes were so soft that he hugged her tightly as if he were holding a rare treasure.

Surrounded by the faint smell of cedar on his body and listening to the sonorous and powerful beating of his heart, Aning felt very at ease at the moment.

She closed her eyes and wished that time would freeze at this moment.

"Does it really take that long?"

Suddenly Aning made a faint sound, raised her hand to rub his soft hair, and then traced his eyebrows, nose bridge, cheeks and finally soft lips.

Finally, she raised her chin, pressed her lips gently against his, and pecked him softly.

Jiang Yan's eyelashes twitched slightly, he lowered his eyes and looked directly at Aning's face, and said in a low and pleasant voice: "I will try to come back as soon as possible."

"Then you have to come back early."