Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Chapter 133: it's so cute

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Now Yan Nian likes to go to the Central Hospital whenever he has nothing to do.

She entered the hospital lobby, wearing a light yellow gauze skirt with two high ponytails, a little yellow duck bag slung across her body, her face full of good-natured spirit, and her big eyes rolling around. , spiritual and vivid.

A young man about her age walked too hastily and accidentally bumped her arm.

Yan Nian was about to get angry when the other party nodded quickly and apologized to Yan Nian, "I'm sorry, little sister."

The sound of "little sister" made Yan Nian's anger dissipate completely.

He took out a small mirror from his bag and looked at himself.

I wonder if Jiang Beiyuan would call her little sister when he saw her dressed like this. After all, she hadn't worn her ponytails in a long time, and it took a lot of courage to go out today.

Time goes back fifteen minutes.

Ding Baoyi came to the flower shop and bought a bouquet of carnations and cosmos, saying that she was going to visit a customer.

At that time, Yan Nian was looking at the mirror with a sad face, waving her hand and asking He Huaiguang to arrange flowers for her.

Ding Baoyi glanced at Yan Nian: "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Nian held his chin in one hand and sighed, saying that he couldn't pass the age of twenty-three.

She read a piece of news this morning that said that after a woman reaches the age of twenty-three, her skin will loosen quickly and her figure will become out of shape. She may have a pot belly or elephant legs accidentally.

Ding Baoyi was speechless, "Cherish your life, stay away from the news, and don't watch it again! You are only twenty-three, in your early twenties, and you are still in your prime!"

Hearing this, Yan Nian was not very happy, but instead became more worried, "You said Jiang Beiyuan is obviously older than me. He is already 28, but why do I feel that he is so young and so attractive?"

"Forehead… "

Is this a disguised show of affection to her? !

Ding Baoyi rolled her eyes speechlessly and looked at the ceiling, "Woman in love, your name is worrying about gains and losses, and being delirious."

"I can't help it... He is so good that I have to worry about gains and losses. What's more, women age faster than men. This world is so unfair."

"You're so fucking grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, etc., I will kill you!"

Ding Baoyi raised her hand and gestured at Yan Nian's head twice, but instead of actually cutting her to death, she took two rubber bands and tied her into two double ponytails.

I remember she was the one who braided Yan Nian's ponytail when she was in middle school.

Ding Baoyi likes to braid people's hair, but since she was a child, she has only done it for Yan Nian.

The braid was done, and He Huaiguang's bouquet was also wrapped. He turned around, and the next second he loosened his grip and almost dropped the beautiful flowers on the ground.

Fortunately, Ding Baoyi quickly picked it up with quick eyes and hands.

"Can you be careful, I want to give it to the customer!!"

He Huaiguang said nothing, only words and thoughts were in his eyes, and his eyes were straight.

"it's so cute."

Yan Nian was speechless, and then made a gesture of wiping his neck, "I'm not just cute for you to see, so turn away!"

He Huaiguang: "..."

Thinking of this, Yan Nian had already taken the elevator upstairs.

Jiang Beiyuan's lounge is on the eighth floor. I don't know what he is doing now. Maybe he is doing surgery. He usually has surgery in the afternoon.

There was nothing she could do about it. Her husband had such high medical skills, was valued by his superiors, and liked by his patients. He should be busy.

When the elevator door opened, there were two people standing at the end of the corridor.

Two people she was no stranger to.

(End of chapter)