Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

He is also proud.

He blocked all his pride and self-esteem that he had fallen for her on Yannian's next answer.

Yannian shrugged and shook his head, as if talking about the weather in a casual manner.

"Men have needs, I know, I said it a long time ago, I don't mind you looking for women outside, as long as you don't conceive your child.... Of course, if you are pregnant, you will be pregnant. The divorce is yours, I don’t care."

I don’t care if you want a divorce.

Her brisk words were like sharp blades, etched on the tip of his heart one by one.

Jiang Beiyuan's fist was suddenly clenched tightly, and the bulging blue veins on his forehead exposed his anger.

"What do you think of marriage?!"

His anger made Yannian daze.

Then he pulled his lips and smiled.

"You said today that you want to talk to me, isn't that this?

Then let me answer you. In my eyes, marriage means that two people live together as a group. Why are you so serious? Alright, okay, take this money quickly, I asked He Huaiguang to borrow it—"

Seeing that Jiang Beiyuan was unmoved, he was anxious and wanted to stuff the card into his pocket.

One step ahead, he grabbed his wrist and slammed it against the wall.

Her back was against the wall.

It was his pupils sharp as a knife.

This is not the first time Yan Nian has seen the coldness in Jiang Beiyuan's eyes.

However, this was the first time he used this coldness to face her.

From her angle, you can see Jiang Beiyuan's tight chin line, and the back of her hand holding her wrist, bulging blue veins.

A piercing pain came from the wrist, a little bit of penetration...

The heart seemed to be scratched by the blade abruptly. Although there was no bleeding, it started to hurt.

Until he suddenly let go of her.

She saw him straighten up, lonely, and heard him say something thinly--

"I want to be nice to you, you are not rare, because you never thought of me as your real husband."

"boom!"

The door slammed loudly, and he was next door.

The slender figure disappeared from the line of sight, Yannian's eyes moved slightly, and then he returned to his room calmly and closed the door.

She leaned against the door, her whole body collapsed, slowly sliding down the door...

The surroundings are extremely quiet.

It was so quiet that she wanted to plug her ears and escape from this place that suffocated her a little.

Why did things develop like this?

She looked sideways, looked at the wall next door, and smiled...

But tears are streaming down...

"What does it mean that I haven't considered you a real husband? Do you treat me as your real wife?"

"You said it yourself, I look like your ex-girlfriend..."

"What are you doing now, saying that you are so noble, so polite, haha, do I owe your family?"

"Jiang Beiyuan, you are a bastard, I will really ignore you again..."

While talking, he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

As if doing so, the tears would not shed.

The tears flowed hot all the way into her heart, making her heart moist and pattering, as if it was raining, so dull and breathless, I don't know when the day will clear.

It is obvious that two people are so close under the same roof, but the distance between the two different rooms and the wall is like an insurmountable ditch. Two people who are angry and sad, neither want to take the lead. Break that wall.

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