Everything was silent.
Everyone stared blankly at the back of the man who was leaving.
He also took off his white coat, resolute and ruthless, crisp and neat, as if he would never come back again.
The girl he was holding staggered, and was passively being pulled by him the whole time.
Until I got on the elevator.
The moment the elevator door slowly closed, Yan Nian finally came back to her senses. The "fighting" scene just now made her heart beat wildly, and she still has lingering fears.
"Dr. Jiang... you seem to be, um, having a bit of a fuss."
She looked up at his face. From her angle, she could still see his tight jawline, and it was not difficult to see the suppressed anger in his heart.
Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Nian.
The frost in his eyes gradually dissipated.
It turns out that the transformation from being full of flames to being full of tenderness only takes one second.
"I don't think so. You have been wronged, I am your husband, who cares about me?"
"But-"
"alright."
He interrupted her words with a light voice, and gently stroked her cheek with his dry hands.
"Don't call your husband Dr. Jiang anymore. That's not the case anymore."
“…”
Yan Nian felt unspeakably uncomfortable and a little regretful.
Jiang Beiyuan must love this profession.
He has been a doctor for many years, but now he quits it, and it's because of her. How can she not feel guilty
…
The moon and stars are sparse.
Yan Nian was very good tonight.
After it was over, Jiang Beiyuan carried her to the bathroom and took a bath.
He didn't say anything during the whole process, and even flirted with her inadvertently, as if he wasn't the one who resigned, and he wasn't the one who lost his job.
In the middle of the night, Yan Nian had a nightmare and woke up.
The other side of the bed was empty, and Jiang Beiyuan was no longer beside him.
Yan Nian was a little panicked, rubbed his eyes and sat up. He was about to call him twice, but he could only see the stunning figure through the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony.
The scene was dimming, the wind was cold and the dew was heavy. He blended into the vast expanse of black night, and his figure was vague and vague, but he couldn't see clearly.
Yan Nian breathed a sigh of relief, casually put on a bathrobe, carefully got out of bed, and walked over gently.
Coming closer.
Only then did I see clearly.
Jiangbeiyuan is smoking.
He sat on the ground, bent one leg, and the edges of his long fingers were scarlet in color. The halo of light was mottled, and the bluish-white smoke swirled together, blurring his handsome face.
This was the first time Yan Nian saw Jiang Beiyuan smoking.
I can't express what I feel in my heart.
He must have something on his mind, otherwise he wouldn't be smoking properly.
Even a person who is invulnerable to all poisons will feel tired sometimes, but what is he thinking about now
She didn't know, and she really wanted to know.
The smell of smoke spread along the wind, making Yan Nian unable to help but cough twice.
Her cough attracted Jiang Beiyuan. The latter's eyes moved, and with a flick of his long finger, large pieces of ash fell to the ground, along with the dust.
"Why did you wake up?"
His voice was slightly hoarse, whether it was because he had not yet escaped from lust or because of the influence of cigarettes.
Yan Nian sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "I had a nightmare and couldn't sleep."
"What were you dreaming about, huh?"
Jiang Beiyuan's voice returned to calmness, and then he calmly put out the cigarette butt in his hand.
"I forgot about it when I woke up."
She said, walked forward, sat on the ground with him, and hugged him from in front of her.
Jiang Beiyuan raised his hands, a little at a loss, "I smell like smoke, and you don't like it."
(End of chapter)