“…”
Jiang Beiyuan leaned over slightly and easily picked her up from the ground.
She hung onto him like a koala.
Jiang Beiyuan hugged Yan Nian on the sofa and completely ignored He Huaiguang beside him.
He held her in his arms as if no one else was around, gently caressed her head with his dry hands, and his dark eyes captured her for a moment, "What's going on, huh?"
When he came in, he saw the mess all over the ground.
Yan Nian shook his head and nestled in his arms. He had been very cheerful and casual in front of He Huaiguang just now, but when facing Jiang Beiyuan, the pain in his heart was swelling a little bit and was about to explode.
She didn't want to be pretentious, but when she saw him, especially when he was coaxing her with such gentle words, she felt terribly wronged.
Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, Jiang Beiyuan glanced at He Huaiguang.
But he saw that the other person's face was bruised and he obviously didn't want to say anything more.
Jiangbeiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
A trace of thought ran through the depths of his eyes.
"Someone hit you, didn't they?"
He reached out and rubbed the redness on Yan Nian's smooth forehead. It felt like something had hit her forehead, so the redness had not had time to dissipate.
Yan Nian shook his head again and kept pushing into his arms.
"No one hit me. It was just a few people who came to the flower shop to make trouble, and something unpleasant happened. I'm sorry... Actually, there is something I have been hiding from you."
After a pause, she raised her head to look at his eyebrows. She was afraid that he would be angry, so she spoke cautiously, "I sold the flower shop because I received an invitation from the chairman of Jiang Group. He invited me to work as a florist at Jiang Group. I thought about it and thought this position was a good one, so I agreed.”
"kindness."
Jiang Beiyuan continued to rub the red patch, but the redness and swelling seemed to not go away, and he felt terribly distressed.
"You have your own plans, but in the future, your husband hopes you will tell me about this kind of thing sooner."
"Well, I know..."
She sniffed, wanting to be held by him forever.
He Huaiguang, who was sitting on the other side, had a panoramic view of this scene.
From his perspective, he could clearly see all the tenderness and doting in that man's eyes.
Yan Nian is also so dependent on him. In front of him, she is like a little woman, eager to be cared for and taken care of.
So it seems that there really is nothing wrong with him.
…
Lying in Jiang Beiyuan's arms for a while to recharge, Yan Nian was resurrected with full blood.
It's uncomfortable to feel uncomfortable. There is no need to suffer for such a long time for a scumbag.
She asked Jiang Beiyuan to go out and wait for her in the car. She wanted to pack up the things in the store, and then the two of them went home together.
Jiangbeiyuan said yes.
The sun was setting, and at dusk, through the car window, his eyes fell on the little woman who was busy inside.
Deep in those black eyes, there was both arrogance and a tenderness that was so full that it almost overflowed.
Until he looked away, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. The tenderness in his eyes was no longer there, and the tight jawline had a clear arc and was unusually cold.
The other end of the phone was quickly connected, even with an incredible question mark, "Mr. Jiang???"
Jiangbei Yuan'en said, his voice was half indifferent and half angry, "Check all the surveillance videos on Ningcheng South Road this afternoon, especially the surveillance at the door of the flower shop at the corner of South Road."
The other party was Jiang Beiyuan's assistant named Song Yikai. Hearing this, he said "Huh?" and was stunned.
You know, Jiangbeiyuan didn't contact him for eight hundred years!
So much so that he, the assistant to the president, is so free on weekdays that even the aunt who cleans the toilet despises him.
(End of chapter)