Well, that seems to be the case.
Then Yan Nian became rude.
Just like last time, lie on this man's back.
Savory.
His shirt smelled of lavender laundry detergent.
Ashamed to say it.
Since getting married, Yan Nian has not washed Jiang Beiyuan's clothes once.
He washed his clothes himself, and he washed hers.
Because Jiang Beiyuan got up early.
He lives a very regular life. He gets up at six in the morning, puts the clothes into categories in the washing machine, sets a time, and then goes to the gym to exercise for an hour. When he finishes exercising and washes the clothes, it is about 7:30.
After that, he would take a quick shower and then cook. If Yan Nian was at home, he would knock on the door at eight o'clock and ask Yan Nian to get up for breakfast.
Usually at this time, when Yan Nian had just woken up, washed up and went downstairs to eat, Jiang Beiyuan had already finished half of the meal.
I remember one time, it was particularly embarrassing.
It was rare for her to get up early. As soon as she came out of the room, she happened to bump into Jiang Beiyuan coming out of the gym.
This man looks very sexy after exercising. He only wears a pair of black sweatpants, shirtless, and a white towel hanging around his neck. His hair hangs down in front of his forehead, fitting between his eyebrows, and a thin layer of sweat slides along his chin. Come down, all the way down the strong chest...
"Hey, Doctor Jiang is carrying his wife behind his back."
Yan Nian suddenly trembled, came to his senses, and suddenly blushed a little.
He saw Zhang Fan standing beside him, looking at him from all directions.
Forehead…
Only then did he realize that he was shy. He knocked his head and buried it on Jiang Beiyuan's back, unable to get up.
Zhang Fan laughed, "If you follow this path, not only the people in the department will know about your relationship, I guess you will be pinned to the top of our hospital's forum tomorrow!"
Jiangbeiyuan stared at him impatiently.
Zhang Fan was still laughing, not afraid of death, and even followed Jiang Beiyuan to the lobby on the first floor.
"Hey, I didn't tell you, just be careful. Maybe if you come here early tomorrow morning, the director will talk to you!"
"Shut your wifey mouth."
The latter walked away with Yan Nian on his back, and Zhang Fan stood there and cut twice.
One-third of his salary this month has been spent on buying coffee for someone. He has been holding back this breath, and he is almost hurting internally. If the director doesn't find Jiang Beiyuan tomorrow, his surname will not be Zhang! !
A black Maybach parked in front of the hospital.
Xu Kuangjie, who had slammed the car door, walked in like a storm, and passed Jiang Beiyuan, who was leaving with Yan Nian on his back, just one step away.
"Where's Lao Jiang?"
Xu Kuangjie asked Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the corner on the right with his chin tilted, "You came late and just left behind your wife."
"Tsk."
Just one step away.
damn it!
"What's wrong? Do you have anything to do with him?"
Isn't it
Something very important, something quite important.
It's even a matter of lifelong concern to him! !
Xu Kuangjie couldn't talk to Zhang Fan about this kind of thing, nor could he talk to Jiang Beiyuan on the phone. He could only talk to him in person.
"Forget it, I'll come back tomorrow!"
Zhang Fan rubbed his chin, a glint flashing in his eyes.
There may be several good shows to watch tomorrow.
…
After returning home, he sat on the sofa in the living room and couldn't wait to play the chess game.
Ten minutes ago, Jiang Beiyuan carried her on his back and passed by a small shop selling chess.
Yan Nian remembered that he hadn't played chess for a long time. He was about to say that he wanted to go in and buy a pair when the man in front of him suddenly said, "Can you play chess?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Nian raised his brows and said with unconcealable pride in his tone, "To be honest, I was second in the Ningcheng Youth Chess Open back then, and I still have the certificate at home."
Jiangbeiyuan: "Who is the first?"
First...
Yan Nian thought for a while, and a vague figure appeared in his mind.
"I don't want to mention it!"
She has been exposed to chess since she was a child under the influence of her father, Comrade Yan Yuming. She remembers that when she was in elementary school, she could beat fifth-grade students in the first grade.
Only when she met a sixth grader, she was at a loss.
I challenged that person three times, and each time I lost completely.
This is a shameful past for Yan Nian.
Jiang Beiyuan snorted, "Second place is embarrassing?"
"Oh no, I can't explain it to you in just a few words. Anyway, I don't want to mention it!"
She had to talk about her grudge with that man for three days and three nights!
Jiangbeiyuan didn't say anything more, but carried her into the small shop and bought a chessboard.
Yan Nian tilted his head and looked at his face with some interest, "Can you play chess?"
Jiangbeiyuan: "I know a little bit."
"Great, I haven't played chess for a long time, let's go back and have a try!"
"OK fine."
When he was paying, he held her waist with one hand and fished out several hundred-dollar bills from his pocket with the other hand.
The setting sun shines in through the window lattice, cutting his short black hair into golden light and shadow, like the rising orange island.
Yan Nian couldn't help but gasped.
Her husband has such a handsome profile!
So after she came back, she couldn't wait to set up the chessboard, putting one leg on top of the other.
Sitting cross-legged like this is so comfortable!
Jiang Beiyuan, who was sitting opposite her, frowned and said, "Put your legs down, do you still think about it?"
"… oh."
As a kid, he just knows how to lecture her with a straight face.
Just look at it, I will torture you every minute on the chess field.
first round:
The first shot across the river and the car against the screen was the same as the opening of the cannon against the car.
Yan Nian is the black square, and Jiang Beiyuan is the red square.
Before he started, Yan Nian was secretly amused, "How about you beg me to let you go now, and I can consider letting you go."
(End of chapter)