"Okay Doctor Jiang, did you give it to Mrs. Jiang?" the little nurse hit the nail on the head.
"Thank you. I'll give you 30% of the rose money for the errands."
Jiang Beiyuan said in a soft voice without saying much.
Upon hearing this, the little nurse's eyes suddenly lit up.
You know, a blue rose costs 10 yuan in Ningcheng. Even a cheap rose costs more than 8 yuan.
Jiang Beiyuan asked for 521 red roses, multiplied by 10 times 521, and then gave her 30%...
That’s a lot of money!
"Dr. Jiang, you are truly the most affectionate and good man in our hospital! What a blessing for any woman to marry you! So happy!"
After complimenting Jiang Beiyuan, the little nurse went out with a smile on her lips.
At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Beiyuan got off work, holding a large bouquet of red roses in his arms. The energetic man walked with his clothes flying, causing the patients and doctors who came and went to look at him.
The dusk is just right, and the handsome man and the flowers are like fine wine, with just the right sweetness.
Jiang Beiyuan put the bright roses in the back seat of the car and was about to drive to pick up Yan Nian. The car started, and then he remembered that his son was still staying at Zhang Fan's place.
I silently reversed the car back to the hospital, then got out of the car to hold my son.
At this moment, in Zhang Fan's lounge, the 34-year-old Dr. Zhang was being held back with a scalpel pointed at his face by a little guy less than 3 years old, with his hands raised in the air, and he was retreating steadily.
"Hahaha, Uncle Zhang, don't be afraid. Just let me give you a full face. I promise, I will be like those plastic surgery uncles on TV, and I will make you look like my dad!"
"I don't! You brat, don't get close to me!"
Zhang Fan was sweating coldly as he retreated to the door. Leng Buding's foot fell heavily. When he looked back, he accidentally stepped on Jiang Beiyuan's shoe.
"Lao Jiang! You came just in time! Take your son away quickly!"
As if seeing a savior, Zhang Fan quickly hugged Jiang Beiyuan and refused to let go.
Jiang Beiyuan pushed him away impatiently and leaned against the wall, looking lazily at his son holding the knife.
Brat, you can handle a knife as casually as a gun.
"Will it turn?"
"Huh??" The little guy got scared when it came to turning the knife, "Dad, I don't know how to..."
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan walked over, took the scalpel from his hand, held the handle of the knife, and turned his slender fingers flexibly a few times.
After receiving the admiration and envy from his son, he looked at Zhang Fan indifferently, pointed the tip of the knife at Zhang Fan, "When will I turn the knife again, kill him again."
"Why?"
"See blood quickly."
"Okay dad!" Jiang Qingchi, who understood deeply, laughed darkly.
"Jiang Beiyuan!! I'll fuck your uncle!!!"
Poor Zhang Fan stood leaning against the wall until Jiang Beiyuan hugged Jiang Qingchi and left. Zhang Fan's hysterical roar from the depths of his soul came from the consultation room -
"Jiang Beiyuan, don't let me babysit your children in the future!!! Ouch!!"
…
Jiang Qingchi was placed in the passenger seat. As soon as he got into the car, he saw a large bouquet of roses in the back seat.
"Dad! Are these flowers for mom?"
"Um."
Jiang Beiyuan sat in the main seat and finally started the car again.
"Aunt Ding and Uncle Xu, you choose."
"Aunt Ding!" Jiang Qingchi did not hesitate.
“…”
Jiangbeiyuan said nothing, and the car went straight onto the main road.
The fragrant fragrance of roses filled the carriage.
The little guy wearing a seat belt opened and closed his fingers, doing this back and forth several times.
"Dad, I can play with your scalpel in the hospital from now on. I want to turn the knife as flexibly as you."
"Can't."
"Why?"
One Hundred Thousand Whys Jiang Qingchi, before Jiang Beiyuan could answer this time, he said "Oh~" in a long voice.
"I understand, dad is afraid that Da Chi will be injured, and then dad feels sorry for me, right?"
"I really can't see you getting hurt."
At the intersection ahead, Jiang Beiyuan turned a corner, his lips curled up, and when he met the little guy's expectant eyes, a certain man seemed to be smiling but not smiling:
"I just don't want to see your mother cry."
Jiang Qingchi: "..."
Ten minutes later, the car stopped directly in front of Ding Baoyi's house.
Ding Baoyi said that she would go downstairs to pick up Jiang Qingchi in person, and there was no need for Jiang Beiyuan to go up.
"Dad, you and mom will definitely have a baby tonight, right?"
The little guy has a bigger butt, but he knows a lot.
Jiang Beiyuan looked sideways into his clear eyes, "Do you really want your mother to have a baby?"
Sensing Jiang Beiyuan's unkind tone, Jiang Qingchi shrank his neck, "Dachi just wants to experience what it's like to be an older brother. He doesn't want to be alone..."
"Then do you want to be alone, or do you want your mother to die?"
"I don't want my mother to die!"
As soon as Jiang Beiyuan finished speaking, Jiang Qingchi said nervously.
Looking into Jiang Beiyuan's eyes, he took Jiang Beiyuan's hand, his little hand was trembling.
"Dad, I don't want mom to die, I want you all to be fine!"
"kindness."
Jiang Beiyuan brushed away the small fleshy claw and said unceremoniously, "Then you can be alone."
Jiang Qingchi: "..."
Ding Baoyi came to pick up the child, and Jiang Beiyuan drove to Jiang Nian's company.
The purple sunset slanted in, his sleeves were half rolled up, and the slender joints of his car were covered with a layer of golden light, and his brows and eyes became gentle and warm.
When the car in Jiangbeiyuan turned to the fork in front of the road, the phone suddenly rang...
The caller ID showed it was his father Jiang Guoteng.
[Author's note: I will add another chapter today. I have something to go out tomorrow, so tomorrow's update will be in the evening.]
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