"What?"
Jiang Beiyuan subconsciously touched his face.
Terrified.
Isn't he handsome
"You are no longer young and handsome. Looking at Song Nan's tomb, Xiao Xianrou's skin and complexion are good."
“…”
Without saying a word, Jiang Beiyuan turned over and turned his back to Yan Nian.
Yan Nian curled his lips and hummed.
Who told someone to keep secrets from her.
"Hey, are you so stingy?"
She reached up and poked his spine.
Seeing that he was indifferent, I suddenly missed him who had lost his memory.
If Jiang Beiyuan looked like that, he would definitely ask her over and over again, "Daughter-in-law, am I not handsome? Am I really not handsome? Look carefully, is your husband really not handsome?"
"Puch,"
Thinking of the scene where he puffed out his cheeks and complained angrily, Yan Nian laughed so much that his stomach hurt.
No matter what.
The Jiangbeiyuan now is no longer the Jiangbeiyuan who lost his memory.
"Go to sleep, stop having fun." He said in a low voice.
"Okay, okay, I'm teasing you. You're still very handsome. Why don't you hug your wife tonight? Huh?"
She leaned closer to him and wanted to kiss his chin, but she couldn't reach it.
Jiangbeiyuan pushed her gently.
"Your husband is a little tired. He will look better if you go to bed early."
"Hahaha-"
Just because she said something about Xiao Xianrou's good complexion, she made him so angry.
It made me laugh so hard.
Yan Nian turned over.
If you don’t want to hug, don’t hug me.
It just so happened that she was a little sleepy too.
…
Jiangbeiyuan woke up very early the next day.
Uncharacteristically, he did not go to the gym first, but went into the bathroom.
His eagle-like black eyes scanned for a week, and without saying a word, he picked up Yan Nian's mask and unwrapped it and applied it to his face.
Sighing in front of the mirror.
Why do women like to use this sticky stuff
I don't know if it has any effect.
According to the instructions, I took it off after fifteen minutes and washed my face.
A refreshing man with long eyebrows, a high bridge of nose, and long eyelashes with water droplets hanging on them.
Jiangbeiyuan started shaving.
After shaving, he rubbed Zhan Qing's chin with one hand.
Look around in the mirror.
Between the perfect jawline and thin lips, a perfect and uncast arc is formed.
He's obviously still very handsome.
He has just celebrated his 30th birthday, which is the golden age of men. He was born with handsome looks. No one except Yan Nian praised him for being handsome.
He pinched the corners of his eyes twice more.
Song Yikai had been whispering in his ear before, saying that men with double eyelids are prone to wrinkles.
He has no wrinkles either.
The more I think about it, the more annoyed I become.
He took out his mobile phone and contacted Xu Kuangjie on WeChat.
Xu Kuangjie is still sleeping, with messy hair, messy face, and wheat-colored arms.
"What are you doing, Lao Jiang..."
Xu Kuangjie's voice was slightly nasal and hoarse, with a hint of resentment.
Jiang Beiyuan was expressionless: "Am I handsome?"
"Ah? He's so handsome. What's wrong? Are you going to have plastic surgery?"
Give him a damn.
Jiangbeiyuan hung up the phone directly.
Still a little doubtful, I called Zhang Fan again.
Zhang Fan is more diligent. He has already gotten up and is ready to go to the hospital.
"Lao Jiang, what's going on? You asked me to borrow money and I have no money!"
Zhang Fan was not afraid of anything, he was just afraid of people asking him to borrow money.
Jiang Beiyuan sneered, "Take a good look at your grandpa, isn't he handsome?"
"What?"
"..." Jiang Beiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
People who ask him to repeat two sentences in one sentence usually will not end well.
"Ah, you are so handsome, super handsome, holy shit, you are so handsome that your 24K titanium alloy eyes are blinded! Wow, you are so handsome, so handsome that it reflects light, you are a god!"
(End of chapter)