Chapter 17: "My wife."

Jiang Beiyuan hasn't had a girlfriend for many years, more than ten years.
Tonight, when he rushed to the hospital holding the girl in his arms, and when he called him to have him come for the operation, Zhang Fan clearly saw the anxiety and worry on his face.
At first, he thought this person was his sister, but Zhang Fan changed his mind to think that Jiang Beiyuan had no sister, but seemed to have only a younger brother.
Jiang Beiyuan didn't speak.
Walked to the water dispenser and poured a glass of water.
He was holding the handle of the cup with his slender fingers, and the pale little face of Yannian appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but frown.
"My wife."
"puff--!!"
Zhang Fan, with a mouthful of water, sprayed directly.
"You kid, when did you get married? Why don't I know!!"
"Three months ago."
The person concerned squinted his eyes slightly, slid one hand in his pocket, sipped two sips of water slowly, his eyes fell on Zhang Fan, mixed with a bit of displeasure, "Precautions."
"Oh? Oh... for a month, avoid spicy, cold, seafood, eat less fruit, and drink more porridge."
"Ok."
Jiang Beiyuan put down the cup and walked away.
The moonlight outside the window spread and fell on his back, and his whole body was covered with a dangling silver light.
A back, ecstatic, this man is a stunning look.
Except for the cold temperament, he was excellent in all aspects, excellent and extraordinary. So many young girls in the hospital had a crush on him. It was so good that he suddenly got married, so how much glass heart he had to gain.
Thinking this way, Zhang Fan couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "What the do you think, such a big thing as marriage, is it so casual?"
"Am I doing it casually."
Jiang Beiyuan glanced at him and snorted.
"Don't talk about this for now, she is shy now."
Everyone knows that Zhang Fan is a famous mouth in the courtyard.
This time, Zhang Fan nodded, solemnly, "Don't worry, whoever tells you will be your grandson!"
...
Then the next day, Jiang Beiyuan came to work in the hospital, and all the colleagues who came to him looked at him with strange eyes.
A few, curious and puzzled, stepped forward and asked courageously, "Doctor Jiang, are you really married?!"
Jiang Beiyuan: "..."
Zhang Fanya's wife's mouth.
Kicked open the door of Zhang Fan's office.
The other party licked his face and smiled.
"Lao Jiang, you came just right. Fatty came back from the United States. Our brothers will gather tonight. You call Xu Kuangjie."
Jiang Beiyuan's sword eyebrows were swept away, the arcs of the cold and cold, like two sharp swords.
"I got married, you said?"
The thin lips of the person in front of him pressed into a straight line, the star eyes were stained with murderous intent, and Zhang Fan almost kneeled.
"Wrong, wrong! Can't I be your grandson?"
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his lips.
Why did he trust Zhang Fan's mouth?
Zhang Fan continued to smile, "Hey, at eight o'clock tonight, Huangtian Hotel, the fat guy treats you, do you remember to bring your wife here, the big guys want to see what it looks like."
Jiang Beiyuan: "You still have the face to let your grandpa go?"
"Hey don't tell me, I just told a few people in our department. If you don't go, I will post a forum tonight to let everyone in the hospital know."
Hear the words.
Jiang Beiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Threatening me?"
Zhang Fan was taken aback.
This line is a bit familiar.
I remember the last time he "threatened" Jiang Beiyuan, the consequence was that he cleaned the hospital toilet for half a month.
this time……
"Uh, brother, I have promised the fat man that you will go. You also know that fat man is now speculating on the house and buying real estate. If I break my promise, I will buy a house in the future."
Jiang Beiyuan sneered, "One year's coffee money."
"Huh? Oh, let me go, you are too bad, it's almost a month!"
"Two years."
"For half a year and half a year, the doctor's salary is not much!"
"Three years."
"Good good good good good, one year, one year."
Jiang Beiyuan then left.
Zhang Fan raised his hand and wiped away a cold sweat.
Damn, after so many years, I still fear him so much.