Ding Baoyi stared at this man's perfect side face and was amazed. Being loved by such a person was like a blank sign inserted between the New Testament and the Old Testament. She didn't know whether it was happiness or a sin.
"Mr. Jiang, actually... there is one more thing."
After thinking for a while, Ding Baoyi spoke again.
She didn't know whether it was right or wrong to say this.
Jiang Beiyuan woke up from his daze, turned around, and raised his long eyelashes.
"Yan Nian told me two days ago that if she still can't get pregnant and you still don't agree to the divorce, she said, she said..."
Ding Baoyi's expression suddenly became serious.
Jiangbeiyuan: "What did she say?"
"Sigh... She said she wouldn't mind letting you find a surrogate mother."
Hear the words.
Jiang Beiyuan frowned fiercely, his thin crimson lips suddenly turned pale, and there was pain in his dark eyes.
From Ding Baoyi's perspective, she could see the man's fingers holding the coffee cup, his knuckles shaking slightly at the moment.
Presumably Yan Nian didn't want to see him in such shock and pain, so she didn't tell him anything!
Ding Baoyi couldn't help but shake her head and sigh!
Yan Nian lowered his bottom line for Jiang Beiyuan!
"A normal woman can't bear to share her husband with others. Yan Nian has such shameless eyes. When these words come out of her mouth, who knows how much psychological struggle she has gone through. …”
*
Five p.m.
Yan Nian got off work from the flower shop, and Ding Baoyi came to pick her up to go to Qiao Zhen for acupuncture.
After Yan Nian went in, Ding Baoyi lied that she was busy and came out quickly.
As dusk approached, snow began to fall outside again. In the deep winter, it never stops snowing. A black Aston Martin parked directly at the door, its body covered with a layer of white snow.
Ding Baoyi walked over, raised her hand and knocked on the car window.
"Mr. Jiang, Yan Nian is already inside, but acupuncture will take an hour. Why don't you sit in the car and wait for a while? The old Chinese doctor doesn't like to be disturbed by others while she is doing acupuncture."
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan nodded lightly and said nothing. The light was hazy, and there was an obscurity that no one could understand deep in his black eyes.
Ding Baoyi knew that he knew what he was thinking, so he left quickly without saying anything.
After Jiangbeiyuan stayed in the car for a few minutes, he opened the door and got out of the car.
The broken hair on his forehead was blown to both sides by the wind. He wore a dark gray double-sided velvet coat, and the overwhelming white snow fell to the ground at his feet.
The snow was so heavy that everyone around him was holding umbrellas. He was the only one standing alone among the white snow, leaning against the wall outside the door.
He was not wearing gloves, and his hands were crossed on the back of his head. Behind him was the cold wall, and his long and fair joints were frozen to a purple color. However, his eyebrows were too delicate, and they always attracted a lot of attention.
Soon, a middle-aged woman passing by stopped and looked at Jiangbeiyuan.
"Young man, now is not the time to show off. It's snowing so heavily. Why don't you go back quickly?!"
"On purpose." Jiang Beiyuan explained in a calm voice.
The woman shook her head, with regret in her eyes. She lowered her eyes and murmured in a low voice, "She is very good-looking, why is there something wrong with her brain..."
As he spoke, he walked away, walking in a hurry.
No one will stop because of a stranger. Everyone has their own things to be busy with, and everyone wants to go back to their own homes to keep warm.
(End of chapter)