Zhou Beishen came very quickly, and Tian Xiaoxiao appeared in front of Jiang Wan almost ten minutes after he left.

"Didn't you say you were going to see a client tonight? Why did you suddenly want to pick me up?" Jiang Wan asked while sitting in Zhou Beishen's car.

There was a wound on her waist, so her movements were a little stiff, but because she didn't want Zhou Beishen to see it, she tried her best to behave normally.

The man started the car, and replied casually: "The talk has been finished, the rest is just to drink and chat, just leave it to Wu Xiao."

"Assistant Wu is really busy." Jiang Wan sighed casually. On weekdays, Zhou Beishen's personal affairs are handled by Wu Xiao, and he also helps him entertain clients. This is really too busy for an ordinary person.

Zhou Bei smiled softly, and said casually, "An annual salary of one million is not so easy to get."

"One million annual salary?" Jiang Wan was surprised, "This salary is really high."

Her salary as deputy director of Jin'an Hospital was not as high as Wu Xiao's. No wonder she was so busy. Sure enough, there was no such thing as a job with more money and less work.

"Envy?" Zhou Bei raised his eyebrows deeply and asked with a smile.

Jiang Wan nodded without denying, "Who doesn't envy this."

In fact, she is not short of money. Apart from being a doctor, she actually has a lot of other side jobs, but for the annual salary of one million, she still feels from the bottom of her heart that the money is really a lot.

"If you become my secretary, I'll pay you a million dollars a year," Zhou Beishen said.

Jiang Wan twitched the corner of her mouth, and cast a glance at the man: "I know you have money, okay?"

"Fortunately, it's just the richest man in Jincheng." Zhou Beishen said casually, no matter how hard he heard it, it sounded like he deserved a beating.

Jiang Wan rubbed her forehead, realizing for the first time that Zhou Beishen really liked Versailles.

The car quickly drove to the apartment downstairs. The car was in good condition. Just as Jiang Wan was about to get out of the car, Zhou Beishen hurriedly called her: "Don't move."

Jiang Wan was stunned, a little confused, and just about to ask, Zhou Beishen got out of the car and walked over, opened the passenger door, and carried her out.

Jiang Wan:? ? ?

She looked at Zhou Beishen in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" The man didn't answer her directly, but carried her towards the elevator.

Jiang Wan pursed her lips, already guessing in her heart.

"You know all about it?" Jiang Wan asked stubbornly, feeling a little guilty for no reason and dared not look into Zhou Beishen's eyes.

Zhou Beishen didn't speak, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little depressed.

Jiang Wan felt sorry, and quickly explained: "I didn't deliberately hide it from you, I just didn't want you to worry."

"Jiang Wan, do you really think of me as your boyfriend?" The man lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms.

He was very powerless and always felt that Jiang Wan did not regard him as a real boyfriend.

Jiang Wan didn't speak, and Zhou Beishen continued to say: "I want to be your reliance, and I want you to tell me as soon as possible no matter what happens to you."

But Jiang Wan had never done this before. No matter what happened, she always wanted to solve it by herself, and even kept it from him.

"Sorry, I'm not..."

"Why do you say I'm sorry? You don't have anything to say sorry to me." Zhou Beishen interrupted her, somewhat resenting iron for being weak.

Feeling the man's anger, Jiang Wan said weakly: "Sorry, I'm just afraid to trouble you, can I pay attention next time?"

She just wanted not to cause trouble to Zhou Beishen, and she thought it was good.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Beishen had such thoughts in his heart, which was completely different from her cognition.

Zhou Beishen, who was originally very angry, was stunned when he heard this. Looking at the pitiful woman in his arms, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Okay, pay attention next time." He nodded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, who made him look so pitiful, he couldn't bear to scold him.