Chapter 148: Who cares about me?

Wan Lai was silent.
Everyone stared blankly at the back of the man who went away.
The white coat on his body was also taken off, resolutely and unfeeling, simply and neatly, it seemed that he would never come back.
The girl who was led by him staggered and was passively led by him all the way.
Until I got on the elevator.
At the moment when the elevator door slowly closed, Yannian finally came back to her senses. The scene of "fighting" just now made her heart throbbing, and she still has lingering fears.
"Doctor Jiang...you seem to be, uh, a bit upset."
She looked up at his face, and from her angle, he could still see his tight jawline, and it was not difficult to see that his heart suppressed anger.
Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Yannian.
The frost under his eyes gradually dissipated.
The transition from full of flames to tenderness turned out to be only a second.
"I don't think so. You have been wronged. I am your husband. Who cares about me?"
"but--"
"All right."
He interrupted her in a light voice, and stroked her cheek with his dry palm.
"Don't call your husband Dr. Jiang anymore, it's not."
"..."
Yannian feels uncomfortable in her heart, and she feels a bit sorry.
Jiang Beiyuan must love this profession.
He has been a doctor for many years, and now he says he quit, and it's because of her, how can she not feel guilty in her heart?
...
Moon stars are rare.
Yannian is very good tonight.
After it was over, Jiang Beiyuan took her to the bathroom and took a shower.
He didn't say anything during the whole process, and even inadvertently tuned in to make fun of her, as if it was not him who resigned, and it was not him who was unemployed.
In the middle of the night, Yannian woke up from a nightmare.
The other side of the bed was empty, and there was no Jiang Beiyuan beside him.
Yan Nian was a little flustered, rubbing her eyes and sitting up, just about to call him twice, but she could see the stunning figure from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony.
The scenery is shining and the wind is cold and heavy, he merges with the large black night, and his vacant figure is not very real.
Yannian breathed a sigh of relief, put on a bathrobe at random, got out of the bed carefully, and walked over gently.
Approached.
Just see clearly.
Jiang Beiyuan is smoking.
He was sitting on the ground, bending one leg, long fingers with scarlet color on the edge, mottled aperture, bluish-white smoke, blurring his handsome face.
This is the first time Yannian has seen Jiang Beiyuan smoking.
I couldn't tell what it was like.
He has something on his mind, otherwise he won't be able to smoke properly.
Even a person who is invincible will feel tired sometimes, but what is he thinking now?
She didn't know, she really wanted to know.
The smell of smoke spread along the wind, and I couldn't help coughing twice.
The sound of her cough attracted Jiang Beiyuan. The latter moved his eyes, flicked with his long fingers, and a large swath of soot fell to the ground, flush with the dust.
"Why are you awake?"
He has a slightly hoarse voice, not sure if he has not escaped from lust, or because of cigarettes.
Yannian sniffed, her voice dull, "I had a nightmare, and I couldn't sleep."
"What a nightmare, huh?"
Jiang Beiyuan's voice regained his lightness, and he then put out the cigarette in his hand.
"I forgot after I woke up."
As she said, she walked forward and sat on the ground with him, hugging him like that in front of her.
Jiang Beiyuan raised both hands, feeling a little at a loss, "I smell of smoke, you don't like it."