"What should I call you?" Yan Nian turned around and looked over, and Han Weiwei reported her name.
"Miss Han is so beautiful. She looks like a lady at first glance."
"Mrs. Jiang, thank you very much."
"I've already praised you for being beautiful, why don't you praise me for being beautiful?" Yan Nian asked back.
Han Weiwei was stunned.
Then she covered her lips and chuckled, "Of course Mrs. Jiang is also very beautiful."
"Thanks!"
Yan Nian, who has bright eyes and white teeth, smiles like a lotus in full bloom, and her almond-shaped eyes also curve up, like a little girl who has not grown up.
Jiang Beiyuan turned the steering wheel with one hand and freed one hand to stroke Yan Nian's hair, with indulgence in his eyes.
"Do you like hearing compliments so much? Huh?"
"Of course, your wife and I are naturally beautiful, why don't you let me praise you?"
"… good."
Jiang Beiyuan moved his hand to Yan Nian's face and gently stroked Yan Nian's smooth and delicate face.
Witnessing this scene, Han Weiwei's face turned into a kaleidoscope.
She didn't know how to describe this feeling. She heard from her father that Jiang Beiyuan's wife was six years younger than him, so this woman was obviously twenty-eight years old like her. Why could she be so smart and lively, but she couldn't It doesn't show how petite and clingy she is.
Han Weiwei looked at Yan Nian acting coquettishly towards Jiang Beiyuan, feeling a little jealous and a little melancholy. In fact, she also wanted to act coquettishly towards a man, but then she thought about it, even if she acted coquettishly, she couldn't do it so naturally, because coquettishly is also a skill, and there are All men are born in want.
"Husband, why did you buy peanut-flavored sponge cake?"
"What's wrong, you don't like it?"
Taking advantage of the red light, Jiang Beiyuan glanced at Yan Nian.
Yan Nian pursed his lips, "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I'm tired of the taste. I'll buy something else next time, either black sesame or red dates."
"well."
He followed her words. From Han Weiwei's perspective, he could clearly see the gentle and doting expression on the face of the man driving the car. Along with the changes in the lines of his face, it was like all the ice and snow melting. He was doting on someone. The woman looks really charming.
Han Weiwei clenched her fingers.
It’s not that no one has ever pursued themselves.
There are also handsome and domineering ones, or gentle and gentle ones.
But she has never seen a man like Jiang Beiyuan who can be tough with outsiders but only gentle to one woman.
Never.
"Ms. Han, we're here." The car stopped.
"Oh? Oh..." Han Weiwei came back to her senses and smiled at the two people in front of her, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, for giving me a ride."
"You're welcome, I don't need your fare." Yan Nian tilted his head and said.
"Haha, see you then if we are destined."
Han Weiwei got out of the car.
Jiang Beiyuan continued to drive. He pinched Yan Nian's little nose and helplessness fell from his eyes.
"Did you just pretend it on purpose?"
"No, I just think the sponge cake you bought is not delicious."
"Isn't Mrs. Jiang jealous?"
"Hey, why are you jealous? The person you like is me and the person you love is me. I will trust you in the future and will not make the same mistakes and mistakes as before." Yan Nian promised word for word.
Jiangbeiyuan smiled and said nothing.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and saw that his thin lips were raised, and his warm look was very attractive to women.
"That Miss Han just now, it's obvious that she likes you!"
"Can this be seen?"
"Don't tell me you can't tell, it's so obvious." Yan Nian snorted.
"It's so obvious."
Jiangbeiyuan turned at the intersection ahead.
Yan Nian said seriously: "A woman's love will show through her eyes, otherwise why would she want to ride in your car? She must just see what I look like and whether I am worthy of you, so that she can satisfy a woman. Women’s curiosity and jealousy.”
"Um."
A man is a man who knows the current affairs. Jiang Beiyuan knew that it was best to talk less at this time, so as not to get into trouble, otherwise it would be easy for her to settle old scores.
Arrived home.
Jiang Chunhe had long been clamoring to find his father. Jiang Beiyuan wanted to hold his daughter, but Yan Nian stopped him first.
"I'll take care of the child these days. You have a good rest."
As he spoke, he picked up his daughter and patted her back to coax her.
Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyebrows: "Nian Nian, your husband is not that weak."
"Boss Jiang, in Yan Nian's eyes, you are just like a woman in confinement after surgery. Yan Nian even asked me to buy two old hens to replenish Mr. Jiang's body."
Ding Baoyi was right. She really bought the old hen and listened to Yan Nian's words.
Jiangbeiyuan couldn't laugh or cry.
It’s hard to adapt to suddenly becoming a national treasure.
"Dad, are you really okay?"
Not far away, Jiang Qingchi raised his little face and showed the wet handkerchief to Jiang Beiyuan, his palms already clenched with sweat.
"Dad, this is the nervous sweat I shed for you!"
Jiang Beiyuan came over and touched the back of his head: "Thank you."
"So dad is really okay?"
"Well, how else can I stand in front of you?" Jiang Beiyuan bent down and looked at his son's level.
Yan Nian won't let him hold his son, so he should check with the head office.
Jiang Qingchi took a step forward and took the initiative to put his arms around Jiang Beiyuan's neck.
"My good dad, I believe you are a pure man! I love you the most!"
“…”
Not far away, Jiang Jingming was lying on the crack of the door, secretly looking at his brother and father on the sofa.
The little guy wanted to get closer, wanted to be intimate with his father like his brother, but he seemed to be afraid of his father's coldness, so he didn't dare to step forward. He could only watch helplessly, and finally ran to his mother and hugged one of her legs.
Jiang Saner wanted Yan Nian to hug him.
Can…
Yan Nian was holding Jiang Chunhe in his arms. He was worried about Jiang Beiyuan not far away. He was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable or fainted accidentally, so he didn't pay attention to Jiang Jingming.
Ding Baoyi was chopping chicken in the kitchen and had no time to take care of her children.
Jiang San'er silently let go of his hand, his little eyes were red, he wiped his clothes with his little hands, and wiped a few tears while everyone was not paying attention.
The father was talking to his brother, the mother was holding her sister, and the godmother was cooking in the kitchen. There was no one to take care of the third son.
San'er went to the kitchen to help Ding Baoyi work.
What can a child less than three years old do
Ding Baoyi smiled and chased him away, "Children are not allowed in the kitchen, or they may cut off their hands with a knife, click-"
As he spoke, Ding Baoyi made a hand-cutting gesture, but Jiang Jingming just stared at her without any expression.
“San’er—what are you doing?”
Yan Nian has already settled down with his daughter and is coming to hold his son.
Hearing his mother's voice, Jiang Jingming immediately grinned, turned around and threw himself into his mother's arms.
Yan Nian stood up holding Jiang Jingming.
The little guy hugged his mother's neck, and suddenly a few golden peas fell out.
Yan Nian was stunned.
"Why are you crying?"
Looked at Ding Baoyi seriously.
"Say, what did you do to my son?"
Ding Baoyi rolled her eyes, "I was just scaring him, saying that I would chop off his hands when he entered the kitchen."
"Okay, okay, San'er, don't cry. Mom will help you beat your godmother so that she won't dare to bully San'er in the future!"
Jiang San'er buried her head in Yan Nian's neck, just shook her head, and didn't say why she was crying.
…
The night is deep and quiet.
After dinner, Jiang Beiyuan worked in the study for a while. He came out at half past eight and wanted to go back to the bedroom to find Yan Nian.
Leaning against the wall was a boy wearing a little cow's pajamas. He had facial features that were exactly like his own, a fair face, and his big eyes looked at him timidly.
Jiang Beiyuan paused and raised his eyebrows, "Is something wrong?"
Jiang San'er was so frightened that he took half a step back.
Jiang Beiyuan cannot be blamed for this.
He was used to being aloof, and was only gentle to his daughter and wife. He wasn't necessarily that kind to Jiang Qingchi in the past.
Why is a bowl of water flat
This is Jiangbeiyuan's bowl of water.
He treats boys equally. He has fatherly love, but it is too deep and deep into his bones.
Although he was startled by his cold and unapproachable father's raised eyebrows, the child Jiang San'er still bravely handed over his white handkerchief.
The handkerchief also smelled of milk. It was the handkerchief Jiang Jingming used to wipe his mouth after drinking milk every day.
Jiang Beiyuan bent down to take the handkerchief and heard his son's soft voice:
"Daddy don't cry."
Jiangbeiyuan's heart suddenly felt warm.
"Is this for wiping daddy's tears?"
"Hmm..." The crisp little voice sounded very cute, yet timid.
Jiang Beiyuan wanted to pick Jiang Jingming up, but the little guy shook his head, which meant that he wouldn't let him be hugged.
The man smiled, how could he not understand what the child was thinking.
"Mom said you can hug him, because dad is fine, so don't worry."
Only then did Jiang Saner agree.
He hugged his father's neck, his soft little hands sweating.
This replica face always makes people feel softer. Jiang Beiyuan looked at Jiang San'er and finally curved the corners of his lips.
"Dad likes this handkerchief very much. Do you want to give it to me?"
"Um… !!"
Jiang Saner clapped her hands happily because her father said he liked it.
"Does San'er like daddy?"
"Um!!!"
The little guy clapped his hands happily again, and smiled with small white teeth. Although he didn't have all his teeth, San'er's mouth shape was like Yan Nian's, but those eyes followed him Jiang Beiyuan, and his peach blossom eyes were seductive and filled his heart.
Jiangbeiyuan pointed to his cheek.
"Then do you want to kiss me?"
Action is worse than excitement.
Soft little lips pressed against Dad's handsome face.
Although he drooled a lot, Jiang Beiyuan was still very happy and quickly carried San'er back to his room. He wanted to coax his son to sleep today.
…
No matter how busy he is, Jiang Beiyuan still takes time out on weekends to have a family dinner together.
It's a coincidence.
The hotel Jiangbeiyuan went to this time was a chain hotel under the Han Group. The waiter led Jiangbeiyuan's family to the private room. Han Weiwei entered the hotel door and happened to see the man's thin back.
It turns out that Jiang Beiyuan is here too.
So he hurriedly asked which box Jiang Beiyuan was in, and then pretended to meet him by chance, followed the waiter who served the food, and opened the door of the box.
"Mr. Jiang, you are here too." Han Weiwei's first glance fell on Jiang Beiyuan.
Jiang Beiyuan held Jiang Chunhe in his arms, his long eyebrows furrowed in the middle, and his voice was cold: "Miss Han also booked this box?"
"Haha, my room is next door, I just happened to see Mr. Jiang,"
Han Weiwei said with a smile, while looking at Jiangbeiyuan's children. Yan Nian was holding Jiang Jingming. She had tied a flower bud, and a few strands of hair were scattered on her forehead. Jiang Jingming's little hand grabbed Yan Nian's hair and gave it to her mother. Stroke both sides.
"Mr. Jiang's children are so cute. They are all so exquisite."
"After all, you have inherited my genes, so you must be good-looking." Yan Nian smiled, his interest suddenly weakening a bit.
"The children were quite noisy, which made Miss Han laugh."
Jiang Beiyuan said and glanced at Jiang Qingchi.
"Qingchi, send this aunt off."
Jiang Qingchi nodded, then raised his head and smiled sweetly at Han Weiwei, "Auntie, our family is having dinner, so please don't disturb us!"
Han Weiwei thought he was Tong Yanwuji, and even after walking out of the door, she took out a lollipop from her pocket and wanted to hand it to Jiang Qingchi.
"My dad won't let me ask for things from strangers."
"I'm not a stranger. Auntie is your father's friend, a very good friend."
"impossible."
Jiang Qingchi shook his head and snorted arrogantly.
"My father said that there is no pure friendship between men and women. Dad will never know a woman other than my mother."
"It seems that your father is very good at educating you."
"Of course, my dad is the best dad in the world. Although my mom is not as smart or as capable as my dad, in my dad's eyes, Yan Nian is the best woman in the world. For the first time, my father hates other women approaching him. He calls it a toad wanting to eat swan meat. I also hate other aunties who like my father."
Toad wants to eat
Han Weiwei looked embarrassed, "Children, you don't understand adult matters."
"I don't understand, but I also know that my parents love each other very much. Auntie shouldn't like my father, because if auntie likes my father, my mother Yan Xiaonian will be very angry, and my father will also be in a good mood. If it’s not good, our family will be in a bad mood, so Auntie becomes a bad woman.”
“…”
Han Weiwei was speechless, it was the first time she was being taught a lesson by a little guy.
But she was a child after all, and it was hard for her to lose her temper, so she just smiled.
"Kid, didn't your father teach you to work hard for what you like?"
"But my dad is a human being, not a thing! And my dad doesn't like you. My dad told me, don't waste your time on people who don't like you. I want to say the same to my aunt now."
Jiang Qingchi was serious, and the smile on his little face had long faded. He looked at Han Weiwei's face that turned into a kaleidoscope, and snorted.
"Also, to tell you the truth, the bad aunts who chased my father before did not end well. If the aunt also wants to become a bad aunt, then don't blame me for being rude. I will let three dogs bite you. Yes, I’ll bite your face open, slightly~”
The little guy made a face at Han Weiwei and ran away.
Han Weiwei, who was standing there, clenched her fingers hard, twitched the corners of her mouth, and exhaled deeply.
Growing up, she had her own opinions on everything she did. She didn't like to be lectured by others, and she couldn't listen to other people's opinions. She only did what she thought was right. This was the first time she was ridiculed by a child...
(End of chapter)