The big doctor is black and white

Chapter 273 [Farewell] There is no Jiangbeiyuan in Ningcheng (9)

Jiang Jingming's operation was very successful.

After Jiang Beiyuan's bone marrow was transplanted, Jiang Jingming was transferred to the general ward for observation. Jiang Beiyuan donated the bone marrow and lay down in the next ward for a few hours. Can't live.

At this time, in a white apartment in England, Jiang Beize was cooking in the kitchen, Song Nantou was sitting on the sofa operating the computer, with a cigarette in his mouth, unlit, just rubbing the corner of the cigarette back and forth.

With a sound of "Bang!", he kicked directly on the back of Song Nan's tomb.

Almost kicked Song Nan's tomb and vomited blood.

He turned his head and looked over, just about to scold her!

But he saw a tall and elegant man standing there like a god, with obvious displeasure on his handsome face.

"I'm going?! Why are you here!" Song Nanmu stood up with a "crack".

"You've always asked my brother, Jiangbeiyuan, to cook for you?" Jiangbeiyuan said with his arms folded, his voice full of anger, as if he was teaching a child.

Song Nanmu rubbed his back, "He has been doing it for 30 years, okay, and you only see him cooking. I usually do the washing and mopping the floor, I do the laundry and fold the quilt, and I do the rest of the housework!"

Jiangbeiyuan's face softened a little, "After all, you have to learn to cook and take care of everything for him."

"I don't need you to teach me, Jiangbeiyuan! How did you get here? Oh no, how did you get in here?"

Jiang Beiyuan walked towards the kitchen, ignoring Song Nan's tomb at all.

"Kitazawa."

Jiang Beiyuan called him, but Jiang Beize didn't hear him at first, but was covered by the sound of "thrilling, stabbing".

Jiang Beiyuan patted him on the shoulder, Jiang Beize thought it was Song Nan's tomb, and didn't look back: "Brother Nan, don't worry, it's almost ready, this beef needs to be cooked for a while to be delicious."

Then Jiang Beiyuan stopped taking pictures of him, and leaned against the refrigerator door aside, watching Jiang Beize cook.

I remember that when I was young, my younger brother was brought up by him. At that time, Jiang Beiyuan's mother, Pei Jinling, hated Jiang Beize very much. Jiang Beize followed Jiang Beiyuan like a follower.

Sometimes when he was annoyed by him, Jiangbeiyuan would look back at him.

Seeing the scruffy look of the child crying with tears all over his face, he frowned: "Why are you crying? You are the third young master of the Jiang family. If you have your second brother to eat, can you starve to death?"

Then every time Jiang Beize stopped crying, and pitifully sniffed at Jiang Beiyuan, saying that the second brother must never want me.

But in a blink of an eye, he has grown up and has taken care of others for so many years.

Maybe there must be a caregiver in the family after all. No one can cook from birth. It depends on whether you want to learn or not.

"Brother Nan."

Jiang Beize turned around with the beef in his hand. When he saw Jiang Beiyuan, Jiang Beize screamed in fright, and the plate almost fell to the ground.

It was Jiangbeiyuan who was quick to support him with his eyesight and hands.

Sighed.

"How can you be rash."

"Second brother! It's you, hahaha, why is it you?!"

Jiang Beize yelled outside, "Brother Nan, Brother Nan, come here quickly, my second brother is here!"

Jiang Beiyuan smiled and put the plate on the table: "Are you so happy to see me?"

"Of course! I haven't seen my second brother for a long, long time!"

"You, you have a soft temper. You don't need to cook or do anything in the future. Just leave him alone. When the kid outside is hungry, you will learn to cook by yourself."

(End of this chapter)