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Chapter 379 What happened to Jiangbeiyuan! (2)

Yan Nian also took a shower, her hair was not dried, it was wet.

"Blow my hair." She poked Jiangbeiyuan's arm and said to Jiangbeiyuan.

Jiangbeiyuan hummed and dried her hair as usual.

His shadow was cast on the glass window, reflecting his handsome features, and his slender fingers shuttled between Yan Nian's black hair.

The curve of Jiangbeiyuan's side face was very stylish, and his two thin lips moved, as if he had said something.

The whining of the hair dryer was too loud, Yan Nian didn't hear clearly, turned his head, his eyes were as clear as water, "What did you just say?"

"……nothing."

"Oh."

Yan Nian turned around again.

The hair is also blown dry, it's time to do business.

Jiang Beiyuan put the hair dryer on the table, stroked Yan Nian's face, his palm was dry and gentle, "Go to sleep."

Yan Nian: "...Huh?"

Are you going to sleep now?

It's not like Jiangbeiyuan.

"Did we go to bed so early today?" Yan Nian asked.

"I'm a little tired from work, I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Well, you've worked hard!" She leaned over and kissed Jiangbeiyuan's lower lip.

Jiangbeiyuan let her kiss like this.

No response.

He turned off the light and lay down on his side.

Yan Nian felt that he must be really tired. After all, he had been in the study for so long, otherwise why would he not hug her tonight.

Yan Nian leaned his head against Jiangbeiyuan's back.

Only by leaning against him like this can she fall asleep, because Jiangbeiyuan is her sky, her big tree, and her support. She admits that she is not a strong woman, but an ordinary little woman who has been spoiled by him. The dodder grass attached to him, without him, she might not be able to live.

Jiangbeiyuan turned around and held her in his arms.

He put his slender arms around Yan Nian's waist, hugged her, rubbed his chin against her hair, and his voice was low.

"Go to sleep."

"Well, good night husband."

"Ah."

A good night's dream.

Waking up the next day, as usual, Jiangbeiyuan was still exercising, taking a morning bath, and making breakfast.

Jiang San'er came back before eight o'clock. He stayed at Zhang Xu's house last night, and the two of them were busy with some things.

Jiangbeiyuan was frying eggs in the kitchen, with the sound of stinging oil.

Jiang San'er rolled up his sleeves, showing his fair wrists, "Dad, let me do it."

"Need not."

"Then I'll help you."

"Need not."

"..." Jiang San'er glanced at him, Jiang Beiyuan's thin lips and jaw line formed a distinct arc.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?" Jiang San'er was as careful as dust, and noticed something strange about Jiang Beiyuan.

"What can I do?"

A plate of eggs was cooked, and he handed the plate to Jiang San'er.

Jiang Jingming smiled, "I have something on my mind, talk to your favorite son?"

"You think too much."

Jiangbeiyuan continued to cook.

He didn't eat a few bites of breakfast, said that the company had something to do, and left quickly.

Jiang Jingming asked Yan Nian in surprise, what happened to Jiangbeiyuan.

Yan Nian shook his head, "I don't know, it must be because of too much work pressure, why don't you call your brother and ask him to help your father share some, don't make him too tired!" Yan Nian did the same It hurts my husband.

Jiang Jingming agreed.

In the meeting room of Jiang Nian Group, Jiang Beiyuan was sitting in the middle. He leaned on the back of the chair, bent his elbows, put his elbows on the table, and quietly listened to the reports of his subordinates, as if he was listening, but also as if I'm distracted.

He wore a platinum ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and the fine light came in through the blinds and spread to his wrist.

Jiangbeiyuan's hand straightened, his slender fingers spread out, he bent them, and opened them again.

This action has been repeated.

Like a child playing a game.

"Boss Jiang?" The subordinate who finished the report called him.

He hummed, "That's right, sit down."

subordinate:"……"

After working for Jiang Nian Group for so many years, it was the first time that Jiang Beiyuan praised him as "well said".

Jiang Beiyuan still stared at the ring on his ring finger, continuing this action.

Unknowingly, a meeting ended like this.

Back in his office, Xu Kuangjie stepped into the room.

"Lao Jiang! The key to Pine Garden Villa, Da Chi said that the spare key is with you, you give it to me, and I will go look for Xiaodong inside!"

"Oh."

Jiang Beiyuan took out a key from the drawer and gave it to Xu Kuangjie.

He himself sat in front of the computer, put on his glasses, and operated on the cold numbers on it.

Kind of decadent.

Not obvious.

But Xu Kuangjie noticed.

"What's wrong with you???" Jiangbeiyuan looked like a child who was injured by something now, but Xu Kuangjie didn't understand if a man who had been impervious to steel for so many years would still be injured.

"fine."

With a crisp voice, Jiang Beiyuan tapped the keyboard with his fingers skillfully and quickly, as if he was repeating a numb job, day after day, year after year.

Xu Kuangjie was quite worried about Jiang Beiyuan's mood, but right now he had to go to Xu Zhengdong first!

Unexpectedly, the door of Pine Garden Villa was concealed, wasting his feelings in vain to get the key!

There was no one in the living room, it was smoky, and there were cigarette butts and empty wine bottles on the floor.

The dark bedroom is airtight.

A big boy was lying on the floor, curled up into a ball like a shrimp, the jet-black hair on his forehead obediently fit between his brows, Xu Zhengdong, who had his eyes closed, looked haggard, and held Gu Qingfeng in his arms. his stuffed bear.

Xu Kuangjie was really speechless!
Not one of them made him feel at ease!

Pulling Xu Zhengdong's collar, he directly lifted this decadent bastard from the ground.

"Xu Zhengdong! How the hell did I raise you, a good-for-nothing? Just for a man, here to die or live???"

"..." Xu Zhengdong opened his eyes slowly, the fundus of his eyes was out of focus, empty, like a black hole.

"who are you……"

He drank a lot of wine, and at this moment his voice was hoarse as if it had been scorched by fire.

Xu Kuangjie was speechless again, and punched Xu Zhengdong on the cheekbone.

"Open your eyes and look at your dear father!"

After being beaten like this, Xu Zhengdong could be considered sober, hugged Xu Kuangjie's waist, and started crying, "Dad, I feel so uncomfortable, I really like Gu Qingfeng!"

"Can you be promising? Are you worthy to be my Xu Kuangjie's son?!"

"I'm sorry Dad, I let you down..." said bitterly.

"Ugh!"

Xu Kuangjie sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead, not knowing what to say for a moment.

scold him.

But what's the use of scolding?
For things like feelings, if you whisper in his ear, "Don't like it, don't like it, don't like it", can he not like it?

If it was so easy, Xu Zhengdong wouldn't have to suffer so much, and Xu Kuangjie wouldn't have to be so angry.

Right now, Xu Kuangjie hastily carried Xu Zhengdong home to prevent him from being decadent here.

……

When Jiangbeiyuan came home in the afternoon, Xu Kuangjie was there, and he returned the key under the pretense, but he was actually worried about Jiangbeiyuan.

(End of this chapter)