“…”
He forgot again!
Jiang Beize patted his mouth in annoyance, despising this mouth.
"I know, I'm sorry, I won't say any more. Let me deal with the wound on your back for you now! I have learned from my second uncle's personal doctor before - ah, I mean, I have A little care and I won’t harm you!”
"… Um."
Song Nanye finally relaxed.
Jiang Beize carefully lifted up Song Nanye's hospital gown.
Wherever he looked, he saw the two red marks and bruises on his back that were severely picked up by the stick.
shocking.
Like two winding centipedes.
"Who were you beaten by? Didn't you say before that you were the best in Ningcheng when it came to fighting? Why are you still hurt?" Jiang Beize's voice sounded a little heartbroken.
If she had known better, she should have let him go back to school with her.
"Stop talking nonsense and just do things quickly."
Song Nanye coughed twice and said in a deep voice. He suppressed his voice very low and deep.
Jiang Beize said no more and silently took care of his back.
His fingers touched Song Nanye's back coolly, gently grazing his wound.
He didn't see the face of the boy in front of him, which went from expressionless to redder and redder, with the red glow spreading to the roots of his ears.
That jealous and sensitive tree will bloom small flowers when it tastes a little warmth in the land that is not yet fertile.
…
…
On Yan Nian's side, she has been busy with the company's affairs these days. Now what Jiangbeiyuan has given her is just a prototype. She has to plan many specific things by herself.
This is considered an exercise for her.
Positions such as florist, store sales, president's assistant, etc. all require the recruitment of corresponding employees.
That night, while lying on the bed, Yan Nian showed the recruitment profile he had written to Jiang Beiyuan, hoping he would give his opinions.
Jiang Beiyuan put down the laptop in his hand and concentrated on reading the words written by Yan Nian. His long eyelashes covered his eyes.
After a while, he nodded, "Yes, Mr. Yan has his own thoughts."
"That's~"
Yan Nian made a "yeah" gesture to him, his clear eyes filled with pride.
Jiang Beiyuan touched her hair. He liked her playfulness and agility.
"It's quite comprehensive, except for the lack of public relations. If there is a crisis in the company in the future, such as an emergency filing team, you have to write another detailed arrangement."
"Oh well!"
Yan Nian had to admit that Jiang Beiyuan thought about things more comprehensively than she did, and he thought long-term.
In front of his thick trunk, she was just a sapling.
Jiangbeiyuan continued to pick up the computer in his hand.
After Yan Nian finished writing, he stretched out and hugged his lean waist from the side.
"Teacher Jiang..."
Ruanruan called him.
Jiang Beiyuan tightened his arms around her waist, "Well, are you done taking a shower?"
"Hey you, didn't we agree that we will only be in the dangerous period from now on?"
"When did I tell you this?"
He looked serious and displeased.
He was always very stubborn about this kind of thing.
Yan Nian pursed his lips and leaned over to look at his computer screen, "What are you looking at?"
The meaning of changing the topic is obvious.
Jiangbeiyuan snorted and didn't reply, as if he was angry.
Yan Nian looked at himself, seeing dense stock market charts on the screen.
Now that she is the boss, she can understand this kind of graph, and the overall curve clearly shows a downward trend.
"Which company's stock market trend is this?" Yan Nian asked.
"Jiang family."
(End of chapter)