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When Jiang Beiyu was seventeen or eighteen years old, he was a pretty rose in the upper class of Beijing. Not to mention how many ladies stared secretly at him, even men drooled at Young Master Jiang.
It¡¯s a pity that Jiang Beiyu is really good at breaking other people¡¯s illusions about him.
A mouth so poisonous that it makes others doubt their life.
In addition, there are some problems with his fate. He has suffered from several serious illnesses and several serious accidents. Although he is still alive today, you must know that sometimes the richer people are. The more superstitious they became, after several rounds, people outside felt that the Jiang family's feng shui was not very good.
Although it seems to be prosperous on the surface now, the heirs in the family are not so good. This kind of glory can only last for ten or twenty years at most. The stronger the family background, the more attention it pays to the inheritance of the bloodline.
So several years have passed now, and Jiang Beiyu has suddenly become a character who is despised by the upper class society.
This situation may not be intuitive.
But let¡¯s put it this way, it¡¯s just like an idol who has been in the industry for many years and has good looks, can sing, dance, and act, and has a sense of variety show that can match everyone¡¯s CP, but he is blind to the center of the earth, and everyone who debuted at the same time has become top-notch. Outside the thirty-eighth line.
Jiang Beiyu is probably in such a state, and he is still enjoying it. He is not in the state that a wealthy child should be in. It is as if the idol who has traveled to the center of the earth has no fucking consciousness of doing business.
Oh, speaking of which, the Jiang family of four are quite down-to-earth.
All in all, Jiang Beiyu has been blacklisted by 80% of Beijing's socialites as the one who will never be born again. The rest are either to curse people because they still have contact information, or they don't know them. Jiangbei Chongqing.
That is to say, the small group of people who don¡¯t know Jiang Beiyu still have some illusions about him.
When Jiang Beiyu finally finished eating, he cleaned up the garbage in front of him, and then said to Jiang Xin: "When you leave later, remember to take the garbage away."
Jiang Xin: "Are you so lazy? If you don't move around after a meal, I'll see when your abdominal muscles turn into a piece of pork belly."
"Pork belly?" Teacher Jiang patted his belly without hesitation, "That's not your concern. Remember to pick up the trash. I'm going to take a nap first."
There is a soft sofa in Jiang Beiyu's office, and it feels like your whole body will sink into it as soon as you sit down.
He took a nap there. Although there was no place for his long legs, there was a blanket next to him. In September, it was enough to take a nap with the air conditioner on.
Jiang Xin looked at his comfortable life, and then thought about being on call almost all year round as a doctor and the winter and summer vacations as a teacher, she silently shed sad tears.
The only consolation is probably the salary.
Although being a doctor is exhausting, the salary is high, and the salary makes people happy.
Jiang Xin walked slowly towards the infirmary and happened to bump into the boss who was walking out at the door of the infirmary.
"Classmate Su, are you awake?" He thought the little girl could sleep until four or five in the afternoon.
Su Nan Zhizhi hummed, "I'm going to the cafeteria now."
"You didn't wake up by chance," Jiang Xin laughed, a little proud in his tone, "I just came back from having a meal at your teacher Jiang's place. The takeaway he ordered was really good. I didn't know he was going to order it." Who do you want to eat with? It's an advantage for me. If you wake up earlier, I will take you to eat with me."
After hearing this, Su Nanzhi suddenly looked at Jiang Xin deeply. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com