Chapter 465: Jiang Beiyuan, let's get a divorce

The man leaning on the porch, wearing a loose black sweater, revealing a delicate collarbone, his arms are still arms, his dark eyes grabbed her face for a moment.
"Fatty? Look at the watch, what time is it?"
The anxiety in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a bit of sullenness.
"Sorry……"
Yannian gently pushed Jiang Beiyuan away and walked in, changing his shoes at the entrance.
Jiang Beiyuan condensed her back, his long eyebrows tightened, "What's wrong?"
His voice is patient and gentle, Yannian shook his head, changing shoes with his back to him.
I was a little dizzy. I couldn't change the shoes without changing my shoes. I staggered with a light head-heavy feeling.
Jiang Beiyuan held her waist from behind, staring sideways at her face, "What's the matter?"
"It's okay, it's just a little tired."
"..."
Jiang Beiyuan pressed her lip liner, squatted down without a word, took off her shoes personally, and put on the same pink rabbit cotton mop of the same style as him.
Yannian looked down at him.
This tall and solemn man, perfect and outstanding, full of dignity and coldness, but willing to crawl in front of her, without dignity and pride.
Or in other words.
In front of her, he didn't care about the so-called dignity of men.
"Have you eaten yet?"
After changing her shoes, Jiang Beiyuan straightened up and looked at Yannian and took off her hat, only to realize that she was not wearing a down jacket.
"Where's the coat?"
"Lost at the company...not with it."
"Don't bring your mind, do you know it is ten degrees below zero today?"
"Ok……"
She lowered her head and said, not in a high mood.
How could Jiang Beiyuan fail to see that she was not in a high mood today, he didn't want to say anything, he bent down to hug her, and rubbed her somewhat cold nape and back.
"Don't worry me anymore."
His voice is a bit muffled, but his patience is clear.
"If you don't come back, I won't be able to eat well, Yuli won't be good, and the sofa will be bitten."
Yuli behind the curtain: "..."
Yannian pushed him away.
She kept her head down.
A goose-yellow aperture fell on her face, and her cheeks were slightly red, as if they were cold, and the tip of her nose was red.
"I forgot to ask you that day. Is it true that you said you gave me a bride price of 200 million yuan?"
Jiang Beiyuan squinted his eyes slightly, his thin lips pressed into a stiff line.
"What do you mean?"
"If it's fake, that would be great. I originally thought that you spent two hundred million to open a company for someone like me, it would be a waste."
Yannian's voice was low, she kept her head down, she kept keeping her head down.
And Jiang Beiyuan stood in front of her, he was watching her.
If she raises her eyes, she can look into those deep and affectionate eyes.
But she didn't.
Words are brewing.
It is like a camel crushed by the last straw, struggling at the last moment, and finally the camel is overwhelmed and can no longer get up because the camel does not want to get up.
She finally raised her eyes.
Big eyes, clear pupils, looked at him hollowly.
"Is December 24 your birthday?"
"..." Jiang Beiyuan was silent.
His brows were tightly twisted.
So far, today is the most ugly face on his face.
Yannian hooked her mouth and smiled at him, "I'm sorry, I may not spend your 29th birthday with you."
"..."
She clearly saw the lines of Sichuan between his eyebrows, but she still opened her mouth...
"Jiang Beiyuan, let's get a divorce."