Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"what?"

Jiang Beiyuan touched his face subconsciously.

Frightened.

Isn't he handsome anymore?

"You are not young anymore, and you are not handsome anymore. Looking at the tomb of Song Nan, Xiao Xianrou's skin and complexion are good."

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan turned over without saying anything, turning his back to Yan Nian.

Yannian bent her mouth and hummed twice.

Whoever lets someone have a secret doesn't tell her.

"Hey, so stingy?"

She reached out to poke his spine.

Seeing him indifferent, I suddenly missed him who had lost his memory.

Changing to that appearance, Jiang Beiyuan would definitely yell and ask her again and again, "Daughter-in-law, am I not handsome anymore? Am I really not handsome anymore? Take a good look, is your husband really not handsome anymore?"

"Pump,"

Thinking of the scene where he puffed his cheeks and complained, Yannian laughed so much that his stomach hurts.

However.

Jiang Beiyuan is no longer the one who lost his memory.

"Go to bed, stop having fun," he muttered.

"Okay, okay, funny, you're still handsome, don't you hug your wife tonight? Huh?"

Move on to him, trying to kiss his chin, but can't reach.

Jiang Beiyuan pushed her gently.

"Your husband is a little tired, so he looks good when he goes to bed early."

"Hahaha—"

Just because she said that Xiao Xianrou looks good, she made him so angry.

Laughing to death.

Yannian turned over.

If you don't hug, don't hug.

It just so happens that she is also a little sleepy.

...

Jiang Beiyuan woke up very early the next day.

Uncharacteristically, instead of going to the gym, he entered the bathroom.

Black eyes like an eagle blasted for a week, and without a word, I took a piece of Yannian's mask to untie and put it on my face.

Sighed into the mirror.

Why do women like to use this slimy thing?

I don't know if it works.

According to the instructions, it took 15 minutes to take it off, and then washed my face.

A refreshing man with long eyebrows, a tall nose, and long eyelashes with water droplets.

Jiang Beiyuan began to shave.

After scraping, rubbing Zhanqing's chin with one hand.

Look around in the mirror.

The perfect chin line and thin lips form a perfect arc without casting.

Obviously he is still handsome.

He didn't have his 30th birthday. It was the golden age of a man, and he was born with good looks. Apart from words and thoughts, no one said he was not handsome.

He tucked at the corner of his eyes twice.

Before Song Yikai whispered in his ear, saying that men with double eyelids are prone to wrinkles.

He has no wrinkles either.

The more I think about it, the more annoying.

He took out his mobile phone and used WeChat to contact Xu Kuangjie.

Xu Kuangjie is still sleeping, with messy hair and messy face and wheaten arms.

"Why are you Lao Jiang..."

Xu Kuangjie, with a little nasal sound, had a dumb voice, a bit resentful.

Jiang Beiyuan expressionless: "Am I handsome?"

"Huh? Handsome, what's up? Are you going to have plastic surgery?"

Make him a ghost.

Jiang Beiyuan directly hung up the phone.

Still a little doubtful, he called Zhang Fan again.

Zhang Fan is more diligent, has got up, and is about to go to the hospital for work.

"Lao Jiang, what's going on, ask me to borrow money, I have no money!"

Zhang Fantian is not afraid, and he is afraid of people asking him to borrow money.

Jiang Beiyuan sneered, "Look at your grandpa, is he handsome?"

"What?"

"..." Jiang Beiyuan squinted slightly.

People who ask him to repeat two sentences in one sentence usually do not end well.

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