The more Han Weiwei thought about it, the angrier she became. She walked to the bathroom and looked at the woman in the mirror. Her face was a little distorted due to anger. She calmed down and took a deep breath. She took out the lipstick from her bag and traced the lip line. .
"Han Weiwei, is this the first time you are so jealous?"
Talk to yourself.
Then he raised the corners of his mouth in self-deprecation.
When she came out of the bathroom and saw the man leaning against the wall, she was shocked and happy, thinking that he was waiting for her.
But what she met was the man's star-studded eyes, with a sharp light shining in the depths of his pupils.
"Mr. Jiang."
"Ms. Han, have I done anything to misunderstand you?"
"..." Han Weiwei was stunned and shook her head, "Why did Mr. Jiang say this?"
"In this case, it is better not to do such things as accidental encounters in the future. The Han family is a famous aristocrat in Ningcheng, and Miss Han is a lady of the family. Talking about disgraceful trivial matters will inevitably lose the Han family's face."
Han Weiwei's face turned slightly red, "Jiang Beiyuan..."
"I'm married." Jiang Beiyuan raised his right hand.
Han Weiwei noticed the wedding ring on the ring finger of this man's right hand, and then saw the scar on the palm of his right hand.
The faint traces seem to contain a thousand words, as if there was a deep ravine here a long time ago.
"Mr. Jiang, have your hands been injured?"
"Because of her injuries," Jiang Beiyuan's voice was cool and precise, "The reason why I refused your father's request for surgery last time was also because the nerves in my right hand were damaged and I was temporarily unable to hold the scalpel."
Han Weiwei was surprised.
"How could this happen? You must love the position of doctor very much, right?"
"Fortunately, I can sacrifice everything for my lover."
"Is it worth it? I don't want to slander Mrs. Jiang, I just think you can have something better."
"I've heard this kind of thing a lot. If Miss Han said this, I can understand that you have ulterior motives."
"Ultimate motives? Well, facing such an outstanding man as Mr. Jiang, there must be very few women who can keep their minds focused."
"I like you..." Han Weiwei bit her lower lip and expressed her feelings.
I didn't know where to start, but I fell in love with him the first time I saw him.
Because he is so good and unpredictable, he is her ideal type.
Jiang Beiyuan nodded, his face calm, "There is nothing wrong with liking someone. I will respond to Miss Han's feelings now. I don't like you, forever."
"Are you so cruel to anyone? Aren't you afraid that I will make your injured hand public?"
"What good will it do to the Han family to oppose Jiang Nian?"
Jiang Beiyuan asked back, then raised his lips with a faint smile that seemed real or fake.
"Miss Han is also a businessman. She definitely understands the matter of weighing the pros and cons."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Han Weiwei bit her lip and looked around, unwilling to give up but helpless. Jiang Beiyuan, who had walked a few steps, seemed to have thought of something, turned back and stood in front of Han Weiwei.
He has a very clean mint aroma floating in the air, carrying some kind of indescribable magic power. You don't even need to brush your sleeves, this smell is enough to make people feel intoxicated.
"One more thing," Jiang Beiyuan said every word, "I don't want Miss Han to disturb my lover and my children."
"What would you do if I interrupted?"
"The Han family will disappear in Ningcheng."
It was an understatement, he said it in a serious way, and he left after saying it.
In the alternation of light and shadow, Han Weiwei stared at the man's slender back, her face already pale.
…
Back in the box, even though he already had a child, the first thing Jiang Beiyuan saw was Yan Nian.
She was sitting by the window, holding her child lazily, eating something unknown in her mouth, her cheeks bulging like a cute little squirrel.
Ten meters of sunlight shone on her body, cutting her dark hair into golden light and shadow. She was like a newborn baby, so harmless and pure. Her clear almond eyes were spinning, full of aura. When it fell on him, there was a smell that lasted for thousands of years.
Jiang Beiyuan smiled and made a lip shape to Yan Nian from a distance.
"I love you."
I can't describe how much I love her.
This woman cannot be lost.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t do it, resolutely or absolutely.
Yan Nian snorted and sat up straight, "Are you going to show off your power to others?"
"Ahem," Jiang Beiyuan covered his throat lightly, "Daughter-in-law, I just went to the bathroom."
"You pretend to be pitiful every time you feel guilty. How can I still understand you?"
Jiang Beiyuan stopped refuting, walked forward, bent down and scratched the tip of her straight nose.
"Little girl."
His eyes were gentle and fierce to the end, and his peach blossom eyes were deep and affectionate. There were thousands of words for her hidden in them. He knew that she would definitely understand them all without saying too much.
This picture was very beautiful and tender. Yan Nian wrinkled his nose, squinted his eyes and drew back.
"Don't be so naughty in front of your children."
The words just fell—
"Little girl."
Jiang Qingchi imitated his father's actions and shaved the tip of Jiang Chunhe's nose.
Jiangbeiyuan's eyes darkened.
His son's imitation ability is a bit too strong, so much so that recently he has not dared to kiss Yan Nian in front of him, for fear that the boy would go out and kiss girls randomly.
Thinking of this, Jiang Beiyuan waved Jiang Qingchi over.
"Dad~!"
Jiang Qingchi put his arms around Jiang Beiyuan's neck and rubbed it affectionately.
The smell of dad is different from that of mom. Mom is soft and fragrant, while dad is cool, but they both smell good. Jiang Qingchi likes to stick to Jiang Beiyuan.
Jiangbeiyuan asked him to stand up, his face a little serious.
"I have three pacts with you today."
"what?"
"Chapter 1: Don't imitate me in the future."
"Oh, what about the other two chapters?"
"We'll talk about it when we get home."
"All right."
…
Jiang Beiyuan had long wanted to have a good talk with his son.
A few days ago, the kindergarten teacher called him and said that Jiang Qingchi was a bit precocious and liked to show off his wealth. Of course, it was okay to be competitive. The key was that after class, Jiang Qingchi also liked to go next door to watch the girls in the senior class. I also gave flowers and chocolates to the beautiful little girl.
Jiang Beiyuan promised the teacher that he would educate his son well, but he and Jiang Qingchi celebrated his birthday a few days ago. For his birthday's sake, he didn't know the boy as well.
So the old and new accounts will be settled together tonight.
After taking a shower in the evening, Jiang Beiyuan and Jiang Qingchi sat face to face.
Jiang Qingchi smiled playfully: "Dad, is this a conversation between men today?"
"Sit tight." Jiang Beiyuan's eyes were haughty.
"Yes sir!"
The little guy quickly put his legs up and put his hands on his thighs.
Jiang Beiyuan: "Jiang Qingchi, how old are you this year?"
"Answer Mr. Jiang, 5 years old!"
"Then how old am I?"
"You... are 34 years old!"
"Yeah, very good," Jiang Beiyuan nodded, "How is there any comparison between the 5-year-old you and the 34-year-old me?"
"Ahem..."
Jiang Qingchi's eyes rolled slyly twice.
"Dad, I know what you mean. Did our head teacher call you and say that I have many girlfriends?"
"You are very self-aware."
"Hey, thank you dad for the compliment!"
"I'm not complimenting you," Jiang Beiyuan said with a deep breath, "Tell yourself, do you think your life is on the right path now?"
"Of course! I'm different from my father. My father has a mother, so he has to pamper my mother and have a wife. But I don't have a wife, so I can pamper many girlfriends!"
Where did the brat hear these fallacies
Jiang Beiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Aunt Han today, what do you think of her?"
"Ah?" The little guy didn't expect that his father suddenly turned to Han Weiwei and scratched his head, "Not so good!"
"do you like her?"
"Of course not! Dad doesn't like her either, right?"
Jiang Beiyuan hummed, "Then do you think mother will like her?"
"Definitely not. Mom hates women who are close to dad!"
"So, will your future wife feel the same way as your mother?"
Jiang Beiyuan pinched his son's tender face.
"Think about your future wife. Will she be very sad when she sees how nice you are to other girls? Can you be responsible for her?"
"I… "
Jiang Qingchi's face turned red and his mouth was stuck.
Finally, he rubbed his eyes and said, "Dad, I'll do my best! By the way, Dad, you said there are two more chapters to be agreed upon today. Which two chapters are they?"
Hearing this, Jiang Beiyuan smiled.
This kid's speed in changing the topic was imitated by Yan Nian.
"You are not allowed to kiss a girl on the mouth or touch a girl before you are 18 years old."
"But what if a girl takes the initiative to kiss me?"
"... Let's talk again." Jiang Beiyuan gritted his teeth.
"Is there a third chapter?"
"Chapter 3, I want to tell you that no matter how much money your mother and I make, it has nothing to do with you. Even if I am the president of the group, one person is less than ten thousand people, it has nothing to do with you. You are just Our children, you cannot take for granted what you enjoy now.”
"oh… "
Jiang Qingchi rubbed his heart with a small paw and pursed his lips pitifully, "Dad, you are so serious, I'm so scared."
"It's okay to be afraid."
Jiang Beiyuan stood up and stared at him condescendingly.
"Next time you cause trouble in the kindergarten, all your pocket money will be confiscated."
"don't want!!!"
"Don't just do what you promised me."
"oh… "
Seeing his father go out, Jiang Qingchi on the bed raised his chin proudly.
"Jiang Beiyuan, when I become Mr. Xiao Jiang in the future, you will be Mr. Old Jiang, hum! Let's see if you are still arrogant!"
…
The little guy complained, but he still did as he was told.
In the next few days, Jiang Qingchi behaved well in the kindergarten. He didn't run around after class. He just sat in his seat and drew pictures of a family of five.
He remembered that he had painted a family of five before. At that time, his parents were getting divorced and his younger siblings had not yet been born. He painted the younger siblings as apple trees.
Maybe the apple tree heard his call, so during school time today, Ding Baoyi had nothing to do at work, so she came to pick up her brother with Jiang Chunhe in her arms.
People were coming and going at the entrance of the kindergarten, and the children ran out one after another under the leadership of the teacher. From a distance... Ding Baoyi saw Jiang Qingchi.
It has to be said that what kind of parents there are, there are what kind of children.
Jiang Qingchi carries a small schoolbag on his shoulders, a pair of black Martin boots, and white overalls. He looks very fashionable among the children. Coupled with the steps that he does not recognize, he is as eye-catching as a child of a celebrity, with outstanding temperament.
Jiang Chunhe immediately saw his brother.
"It's brother!" the little girl pointed at her godmother.
Ding Baoyi put Jiang Chunhe down.
"Go find your brother."
Then Chun'er, who was free, shook her little head and staggered towards Jiang Qingchi.
Jiang Qingchi caught his sister who was running over, but he couldn't hold her now. He could only hold her little hand and squeeze it hard.
"Hold me tight or I'll lose it."
"..." Jiang Chunhe nodded confusedly.
"By the way, where is San'er? Didn't he come with you?" Jiang Qingchi asked.
Jiang Chunhe shook his head.
After getting in the car, Jiang Qingchi hurriedly asked Ding Baoyi where Jiang Saner had gone.
Ding Baoyi disagreed: "She should be at home. I didn't see your brother when I went to your house."
After returning home, Jiang Qingchi immediately put down his schoolbag and yelled at San'er at the top of his voice. San'er shouted like this.
No one answered! !
Jiang Jingming was nowhere to be found in the room, toy room, study room, or even the baby's room.
Jiang Qingchi was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and immediately ran to the kitchen to find his mother.
Yan Nian has already washed the dishes, wiped his hands, and is waiting for Jiang Beiyuan to come back to cook.
"What's wrong? Isn't your brother being taken care of by your godmother?"
"No! Godmother said San'er was at home, but San'er wasn't there at all!"
Yan Nian was stunned.
How can this be? !
In the living room, Ding Baoyi was holding Jiang Chunhe and playing with her mobile phone. Yan Nian rushed over and pulled her up.
"Why are you pulling my collar?" Ding Baoyi glared at her angrily.
"Where is our third son?!"
"What? San'er isn't at home?"
"No! Didn't you take him to pick up Dachi from school?"
"I'm taking Chun'er with me!"
"You're talking about taking your children to kindergarten!" Yan Nian was so anxious that he broke into sweat.
Ding Baoyi was also sweating and licked her lips, "I'm raising a child!"
"I thought you were raising two children!"
This is how to do
Jiang Saner is lost! ! !
Ding Baoyi and Yan Nian both panicked. They searched around the huge house, looking everywhere they could, including every corner, even the closet, under the bed, and under the sofa. I almost opened the toilet but couldn't find Jiang Jingming.
Yan Nian was no longer just sweating, his fingers were trembling, and his whole body was weak and trembling. Where could San'er go? Could it be that he sneaked out
No, he is not such a playful child.
Coming out of the room, Yan Nian heard movement at the entrance and thought it was Jiang Jingming, "San'er!"
He ran over with a loud voice, but it was Jiang Beiyuan who came back.
"No hubby!"
Like a helpless child, she threw herself into Jiang Beiyuan's arms, and her knuckles holding on to his tie turned pale.
"What's wrong?"
"San'er... San'er is lost!"
Yan Nian cried after she finished speaking. Jiang Beiyuan patted her shoulder and asked her to speak slowly.
How can I slow down
She was agitated now and couldn't speak smoothly. Ding Baoyi came over and explained to Jiang Beiyuan calmly what happened.
…
(End of chapter)