He especially emphasized the word "married woman" in a strong and sharp voice.
Yan Nian secretly pinched his waist to tell him to shut up, but the man remained unmoved. He looked at the little boy with a pair of dark eyes, with long eyelashes but sharp eyes.
The little boy blushed, licked the corner of his mouth and looked at Jiangbeiyuan.
"Uncle, you are really handsome!"
“…”
Jiangbeiyuan was in a trance for a rare moment.
The next second, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Uncle?"
"Ah, no, I mean you are handsome, woo!!"
The little boy was so anxious that he almost cried, and got out of the car with a red face.
Yan Nian was speechless and turned around to glare at the man behind him.
"You don't even let middle school students go?"
"Did he let you go?"
"Please, I didn't give him my contact information!"
"Next time, remember to mention that you are married and have a very handsome and young husband."
Jiang Beiyuan said, his eyes calmly passing over the ring finger of Yan Nian's right hand.
She wasn't wearing a wedding ring.
He suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if a piece was missing.
It's just that the loss in his eyes was fleeting, disappearing without a trace before he could catch it. He couldn't understand what he was thinking just now, he just thought it was a little funny.
Someone specifically emphasized what he was doing when he was young, and the child called him "uncle", which made him hold a grudge like this.
"Teacher Jiang, the longer you live, the more you go back!"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his lips and didn't say much.
"Handsome young man, I'm getting off the car. Come sit here with me!"
Two seats away, a sixty-year-old woman occupied her seat with her bag, walked over with a cane, and actively invited Jiang Beiyuan to sit over.
Ever since, there were more and more attention-seeking eyes around him.
Yan Nian heard two little girls discussing next to him, "Is this the president of the Jiang Group? His name seems to be Jiang Beiyuan."
"That's him. He's more handsome than the one on TV. He loves his wife so much~"
Yan Nian held his forehead with one hand.
If you are really convinced, he shouldn’t come here!
He quickly took out the mask from his pocket and put it on him without saying a word, completely covering his do-it-yourself face.
"Young Master, come and sit down quickly. Grandma has warmly invited you!"
"Thank you grandma."
Jiang Beiyuan nodded slightly and thanked him in a nice voice.
Elderly people like good-looking and polite young men. For a moment, the old lady was beaming with smiles, waved her hand and said no thank you, and she would be at the next stop.
Jiang Beiyuan then pulled Yan Nian over.
He sat down first, then held her and sat on his lap.
Yan Nian: "Just sit by yourself. How old am I and you still hug me? It's embarrassing!"
"Fortunately, it's not embarrassing." Jiang Beiyuan was indifferent.
Suddenly there were more eyes looking at him.
Yan Nian wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in...
*
Jiangbeiyuan sent Yan Nian to Xu Tongtong's flower shop and left.
Before leaving, he only told her "Don't talk to the male employees in the store" and didn't say much else.
As soon as Yan Nian entered the door, snowflakes began to fall outside.
It was completely instantaneous.
Accompanied by the fierce east wind, it blooms in the bleak winter moon.
Sun Bei arrived at the flower shop without hesitation, looked at the snow outside the window, and said with a sigh: "There is so much snow in Ningcheng this year, and I don't know when it will really be warm for a few days."
Yan Nian turned his head and noticed that it was snowing outside.
Overwhelmingly heavy.
Yan Nian turned around and ran out without saying a word.
(End of chapter)