all sounds are still.
Everyone stared at the back of the man who was far away.
He took off his white coat. He was determined and ruthless. It seemed that he would never come back.
The girl who was led by him stumbled and was passively pulled by him all the way.
Until we get on the elevator.
At the moment when the elevator door slowly closed, Yannian finally came back to her mind. The scene of "fighting" just now made her heart thump and jump, and now she still has lingering fear.
"Dr. Jiang You seem to be, well, making a little noise. "
She looked up at his face. From her point of view, she could see his tight jaw line. It was not hard to see that his heart was oppressive.
Jiangbeiyuan slightly droops her eyes and looks at her words.
The frost on the bottom of his eyes began to dissipate.
It only takes a second to change the scene from full of beacon fire to tender feeling.
"I don't think so. You've been wronged. I'm your husband. I don't care who cares? "
"But -"
"OK."
He interrupted her in a light voice, dry palms caressing her cheek.
"Don't call your husband doctor Jiang later, it's not anymore."
“……”
Yan Niang felt sorry that he could not speak out.
Jiangbeiyuan must love this job.
He has been a doctor for many years, but now he doesn't want to do it if he doesn't want to. How can she not feel guilty because of her?
……
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
Yannian was very good tonight.
After that, jiangbeiyuan took her to the bathroom for a bath.
He didn't say anything in the whole process, and even casually flirted with her. It seemed that it wasn't him who resigned, and it wasn't him who lost his job.
In the latter half of the night, Yannian woke up with a nightmare.
The other side of the bed is empty, and there is no jiangbeiyuan beside it.
Yan Nian was a little flustered. He sat up with his eyes rubbed. He was about to call him twice, but he could see the unique figure of the balcony window.
The scene is bright and cold, and the dew is heavy. He is integrated with a large dark night. His figure is not real.
Yannian breathed a sigh of relief, put on a bathrobe at will, got out of bed carefully, and walked gently.
Approaching.
To see clearly.
Jiangbeiyuan is smoking.
He sat on the ground, bent one leg, long finger edge scarlet color, aperture mottled, blue and white smoke around the collection, blurred his handsome face.
This is the first time Yannian saw jiangbeiyuan smoking.
I don't know what it's like.
He has something on his mind, or he won't smoke properly.
Even a person who is invincible to all poisons will feel tired. But what is he thinking now?
She didn't know. She wanted to know.
The smell of smoke came from the wind, choking me so much that I couldn't help coughing twice.
Her coughing attracted jiangbeiyuan, the latter's eyes moved, long fingers flicked, and large pieces of ash fell to the ground, in line with the dust.
"How did you wake up?"
His voice is a little hoarse, I don't know whether it is from the lust, or because of the cigarette sweeping.
Yannian sniffed, his voice was stuffy. "I had a nightmare, and I couldn't sleep."
"What's the nightmare, huh?"
Jiangbeiyuan's voice returned to light, and he quietly extinguished his cigarette butts.
"I woke up and forgot."
She said, walked forward, and sat down with him on the ground, holding him from the front.
Jiangbeiyuan raised his hands, a little confused, "I smell of smoke, you don't like it."