Chapter 163: Uncomfortable

"..."
Jiang Beiyuan leaned over slightly and easily picked her up on the ground.
She hangs on him like a koala.
Jiang Beiyuan hugged Yannian on the sofa, completely ignoring He Huaiguang on the side.
He held her in his arms as if no one was next to him, and his dry palms stroked her head, his black eyes grabbed her for a moment, "What's the matter, huh?"
When he came in, it was not that he didn't see the mess all over the floor.
Yan Nian shook his head and nestled in his arms. He was very cheerful and casual just now in front of He Huaiguang, but when facing Jiang Beiyuan, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart swelled a little bit and wanted to explode.
She didn't want to be hypocritical, but when she saw him, especially when he coaxed her so softly, she felt wronged.
Seeing that she was reluctant to speak, Jiang Beiyuan gave He Huaiguang a look.
But seeing the blue and purple color on the other side's face, it was obvious that he didn't want to say more.
Jiang Beiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
There was a thought in the depths of his eyes.
"Who hit you, didn't you?"
He stretched out his hand and rubbed the redness on Yannian's smooth forehead, feeling that her forehead was hit by something, so the redness was too late to dissipate.
Yannian shook his head again, and kept arching into his arms.
"No one hit me, just a few people who came to the flower shop to make trouble, something unpleasant happened, I'm sorry... In fact, I kept hiding something from you,"
After a pause, she looked up at his eyebrows, fearing that he would be angry, so she cautiously said, "I sold the flower shop because I was invited by the chairman of the Jiang Group and he invited me to work as a florist. I thought for a while and thought this position was good, and then I agreed."
"Yep."
Jiang Beiyuan continued to rub the piece of redness, but the redness and swelling didn't seem to go away, and he was so distressed.
"You have your own plans, but in the future, your husband wants you to tell me sooner."
"Well, I see..."
She sniffed, just wanting to be held by him.
He Huaiguang, who was sitting on the other side, had a panoramic view of this scene.
From his perspective, he can clearly see all the tenderness in that man's eyes.
Yannian relies on him so much. In front of him, she is like a little woman, eager to be cared for and to be taken care of.
So it seems that there is really nothing wrong with him.
...
Lie in Jiang Beiyuan's arms and charged for a while, Yannian was already full of blood and resurrected.
Uncomfortable, uncomfortable, no need to be uncomfortable for a scumbag for so long
She asked Jiang Beiyuan to go out and wait for her in the car. She wanted to clean up the things in the store, and then the two went home together.
Jiang Beiyuan said yes.
The setting sun was hanging down, the evening night, through the car window glass, his eyes fell on the busy little woman inside.
In the depths of those black eyes, there was both the arrogance of swordsmanship and the tenderness that was about to overflow.
Until he regained his gaze, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number. The tenderness of his eyes was no longer, and the curve of the tight jaw line was sharp and extremely cold.
The phone connected quickly, even with an incredible question mark, "Mr. Jiang???"
Jiangbei Yuanen said, his voice was faint and sullen, "Check all the surveillance videos on South Zhicheng Road this afternoon, especially the surveillance at the door of the flower shop at the corner of South Road."
The other party was Jiang Beiyuan's assistant, named Song Yikai, and he didn't slow down after hearing the words "Huh?"
You know, Jiang Beiyuan didn't contact him for 800 years!
So that he, the assistant to the president, is too free for the aunt who sweeps the toilet to despise.