Fifteen minutes later.
Jiang Beiyuan came out of the bathroom. His jet-black hair was half-dried and slightly hanging down. He had wide shoulders and a narrow abdomen and a well-proportioned figure. The goose-yellow light and shadow fell on his delicate collarbones, covering them with a honey-colored sheen.
He was wiping his hair with a white towel in his hand, tilting his head slightly. The high bridge of his nose was perfectly curved, his thin lips and clear chin were all in excellent shape.
If it were normal, Yan Nian would definitely become obsessed with this picture of a beautiful man taking a bath.
I have been married for more than three years, and sometimes I still feel like my heart is racing when I look at this face.
Especially when his dark eyes were covered with water vapor after taking a shower, but she was the only one in his eyes.
That moment is the most charming and touching.
But now, Yan Nian is holding his breath and sees Jiang Beiyuan in all kinds of ways.
"I know you don't like Gong Jun. I admitted that I had a crush on him before, but that was in the past. I no longer like him now! Even if you hate him, you can't burn his coat!"
"Are you done?" Jiang Beiyuan looked at her calmly.
"What's your attitude? Are you still reasonable if you burn someone's coat?"
"It's not really burning."
Jiang Beiyuan stopped looking at her, threw the towel and put it on the sofa aside, and then got on the bed. From Yan Nian's angle, only his sharp and angular jawline could be seen.
"What do you mean? Are you burned? Why is it so hard to talk to you?"
"It's in my son's closet."
Jiang Beiyuan folded his hands and put them on the back of his head, closed his eyes, lowered his long eyelashes, and moved his thin lips lightly, "You put other men's things in the master bedroom, are you still okay with it?"
"You--are unreasonable."
Yan Nian turned around and went out to find his coat, when a clear voice sounded from behind:
"My son is asleep. We'll go there tomorrow."
“…”
Hearing this, Yan Nian stopped and took a deep breath.
Since giving birth to the child, she and Jiang Beiyuan have hardly had any quarrels in the past two years.
He may also feel sorry for her difficulty in giving birth. He is very kind to her on weekdays. In the hospital, he is still a cold Dr. Jiang who will not mess with bad peach blossoms, and all the peach blossoms around her have been pinched by him. So the past two years can be described as calm.
In fact, sometimes Yan Nian still misses the feeling of quarreling.
Husband and wife always quarrel. A little quarrel would lighten the atmosphere, but Jiang Beiyuan would not quarrel with her.
Like now.
She felt that what he did was wrong, and he still looked so carefree and confident that I was right, which made Yan Nian very angry.
Yan Nian also got on the bed, but from the other side. He deliberately huddled in the corner of the bed, leaving a distance of two people between him and Jiang Beiyuan.
I don’t want to sleep next to him today!
"Open Gong Jun immediately tomorrow."
The man behind him said calmly.
Yan Nian sounded angry when he heard the commanding tone.
"I won't fire him! He's not wrong, it's you who are making trouble unreasonably!" Yan Nian turned his back to him and said impatiently.
"If we don't open it, this matter will never end."
"What's not over yet? Does just a coat make you so angry? Do you not believe me or yourself?!"
"I don't believe him." Jiang Beiyuan said every word.
He became angry when he remembered the scene where Gong Jun wanted to secretly kiss Yan Nian.
No man would be willing to have someone who covets his wife by his side.
He is Jiang Beiyuan, and he has never made a big deal about monopolizing her.
(End of chapter)