Chapter 500: Lower the bottom line for him

Ding Baoyi stared at this man's perfect profile face, marveling at him. Being loved by such a person was like a blank character between the New Testament and the Old Testament. I don't know if it is happiness or sin.
"President Jiang, actually... there is one more thing."
After thinking about it, Ding Baoyi spoke again.
She doesn't know if this matter is right or wrong.
Jiang Beiyuan woke up in his absence, turned his head and picked up his long eyelashes.
"Yan Nian told me two days ago that if she is late to conceive, you still disagree with the divorce, she said, she said..."
Ding Baoyi's expression suddenly became serious.
Jiang Beiyuan: "What did she say?"
"Hey... she said, don't mind letting you find a surrogate."
Hear the words.
Jiang Beiyuan's eyebrows frowned fiercely, and the thin, crimson lips turned pale in a moment, and Heiye's eyes were full of pain.
From Ding Baoyi's perspective, he saw the man trembling slightly at the moment when he was holding the coffee cup's fingers, his knuckles were hard.
Presumably, I just didn't want to see him in shock and pain, so I wouldn't tell him anything!
Ding Baoyi couldn't help shaking his head and sighing!
Yan Nian lowered his bottom line for Jiang Beiyuan!
"I'm a normal woman, so I can't tolerate sharing her husband with others. I can't rub the sand in my eyes when I miss that person. When I say this from her mouth, the ghost knows how much psychological struggle she has experienced. ..."

Five p.m.
Yan Nian got off work from the flower shop, Ding Baoyi came to take her to Qiao Zhen for acupuncture.
After Yannian entered, Ding Baoyi lied that she had something to do, and soon came out of it.
As dusk approached, the snow began to fall again. In the deep winter, there was always no big snow. A black Aston Martin stopped right at the door, covered with a layer of snow.
Ding Baoyi walked over and knocked on the car window.
"Mr. Jiang, Yannian is already inside, but acupuncture and moxibustion takes an hour. Or sit in the car and wait for a while. That old Chinese doctor doesn't like to be disturbed by others when she is acupuncture."
"..."
Jiang Beiyuan nodded faintly, said nothing, the light was dim, and there was an obscure hidden in those black eyes that no one could understand.
Ding Baoyi knew that he had a good idea, and didn't need to say much, and left soon.
After Jiang Beiyuan stayed in the car for a few minutes, he opened the door and got out of the car.
The broken hair on his forehead was blown to both sides by the wind. He was wearing a dark gray double-faced fleece coat, and the overwhelming snow fell on his feet.
The snow is too big, everyone around is holding umbrellas, only he stands alone among the snow, leaning against the wall outside the door.
He did not wear gloves, crossed his hands on the back of his head, behind the cold wall, the slender white joints were frozen into blue-purple, but the eyebrows were too delicate, and they always attracted a lot of attention.
Soon a middle-aged woman passing by stopped and looked at Jiang Beiyuan.
"Boy, now is not the time to pretend to be demeanor, with such a heavy snow, why don't you go back soon?!"
"Intentionally." Jiang Beiyuan explained lightly.
The woman shook her head, with regret in her eyes, she lowered her eyes and muttered in a low voice, "It looks pretty, why is there a problem with her brain..."
He walked away while talking, hurriedly walking.
No one will stop because of a stranger, everyone has their own business to be busy, everyone wants to return to their own home to keep warm.