The supreme master of the female president

In the intensive care unit on the third floor of the hospital, Yang Yitian with red eyes was half-kneeling in front of the hospital bed, holding Yang Xuan's cold little hand, putting it lightly on his cheek, and said in a guilty and choked voice: "Xiaoxuan, I'm sorry, brother didn't protect you well. You, it's my brother who hurt you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

Saying sorry three times in a row, tears kept rolling in Yang Yitian's eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, the tears still spread down his face.

The man did not flick his tears lightly, but he did not reach the point of sadness. Yang Yitian, who had sworn not to cry again, could no longer suppress it this time, half kneeling in front of Yang Xuan's hospital bed, tears flowing out silently.

When he was ten years old, his parents died in an accident. Yang Yitian felt that the whole world had collapsed, but seeing his sister who was only five years old and would repeatedly ask where his mother was every day, he didn't dare to fall down cowardly and incompetent, and cried bitterly at night. This time seemed to grow up overnight, and he used his thin shoulders to stand up for his younger sister.

Even though life was extremely difficult, Yang Yitian gritted his teeth firmly and tried every means to make Yang Xuan happy, so as not to let her suffer any grievances. Fortunately, the neighbors in the community pitied his brothers and sisters at that time, and provided A lot of help.

It's just that every time Yang Xuan holds her hand and weakly asks about her parents, the negative emotions in Yang Yitian's heart will pour out uncontrollably, and she really wants to hide in a corner where no one is around and cry loudly, complaining about the unfairness of life .

But he didn't dare to show this cowardly scene in front of Yang Xuan, and said with a sore nose and a smile that his parents had gone far away, and he would always be by your side.

Yang Xuan was ignorant until she went to school and was bullied by her classmates as an orphan without a mother. , she never asked about her parents in front of Yang Yitian again.

Although Yang Yitian was kicked down by that kick, he still stood up. During the darkest time of his life, he took care of Yang Xuan, made clay figurines with her, watched her draw patiently, and helped her when she woke up in the morning. She combed and tied her hair, hugged her to sleep at night, loved her sister unreservedly, and accompanied her to grow up.

Now, his younger sister, who was more important than his own life, passed out on the intensive care bed. The feeling of pain made Yang Yitian tens of thousands of times more uncomfortable than death.

I don't know how long he stayed in the intensive care unit, but the sound of hurried footsteps reached Yang Yitian's ears. He turned around and found a few people in uniforms walking in quickly.

The leader was a heroic woman with yellow skin. She stared at Yang Yitian seriously and said, "I am Zhao Jing, the captain of the Criminal Department of Ningjiang District. At nine o'clock in the morning, an unfinished building in Xicheng District happened Surveillance investigations have shown that the Masala President you were driving appeared at the scene of the murder, please cooperate with us to go back and investigate!"

Yang Yitian half-kneeled in front of the hospital bed, holding Yang Xuan's cold little hand, silent without saying a word, as if he didn't hear Zhao Jing's words, his expression was terrifyingly silent!
Seeing that Yang Yitian didn't take her words seriously, Zhao Jingdai frowned tightly, and said sharply, "I'll say it again, please come with us immediately, otherwise I will take extreme measures!"

Yang Yitian's cloudy pupils couldn't help sinking slightly, then he stood up slowly, looked straight into Zhao Jing's eyes, and said hoarsely: "I'll go with you!"

"Handle it!" Zhao Jing, with short ear-length hair, gave her colleague a look, helped Yang Yitian put on the cold shackles, and left the hospital with him pressed down.

On the way to the interrogation room, Zhao Jing looked very solemn, turned her head to stare at Yang Yitian, and asked tentatively, "Why did you kill Zhou Bao?"

Yang Yitian remained silent, and had no intention of opening his mouth at all.

Seeing Yang Yitian's indifferent attitude, Zhao Jingxian frowned slightly, and continued to ask: "From nine o'clock in the morning to ten o'clock in the morning, why did you appear near the unfinished building in Xicheng District? Don't tell me it is coincide!"

Yang Yitian still didn't speak, which made Zhao Jing a little angry. She knew the dead man, Zhou Bao, a bastard with a scar in Xicheng District. He often stepped on high-voltage lines and did some usury. Been several times.

"Please cooperate with our work and answer my question immediately!" Zhao Jing glared at Yang Yitian with gritted teeth.

"I don't know Zhou Bao, and I didn't kill him. As for who the real murderer is, you can investigate!" This time, Yang Yitian spoke, but his voice sounded very vicissitudes and deep.

"So, you are also involved in the case in Xicheng District?" How clever Zhao Jing was, she quickly caught the clue from Yang Yitian's second sentence.

"I said, I'm not the murderer!" Yang Yitian's pupils were dark and his voice was deep.

"Whether it's you, I will investigate clearly, and I won't wrong anyone, but you are the most suspicious, I don't want you to hide anything, take the initiative to tell the whole thing, and be frank and lenient!" Zhao Jing said solemnly .

"Be frank and lenient?" Yang Yitian smiled, but the smile on the corner of his mouth looked very cold.

"That's right, if you tell me the relevant information in detail, after I thoroughly investigate and confirm that you are not a suspect, I can release you on bail, otherwise I have the right to detain you until you speak for It!" Zhao Jing said with a serious expression.

"I have nothing to say!" Yang Yitian closed his eyes, no matter what Zhao Jing asked, he ignored it.

Staring at Yang Yitian's indifferent face, Zhao Jing's curved Liuye eyebrows twisted into a Sichuan character, and warned: "You have the right to remain silent, but if I find out that you have something to do with you, I will send you off with my own hands." Severe punishment in court!"

Suddenly, Yang Yitian opened his eyes. Just when Zhao Jing thought he was afraid and wanted to confess, he said hoarsely, "I want to make a call!"

"No, you are a suspect now, and you are not allowed to contact the outside world without our permission." Zhao Jing rejected Yang Yitian.

Yang Yitian frowned, he guessed that when he left before, his cannibalistic complexion made Jiang Xinyao and Xiao Ya very uneasy, and they needed to make a phone call to report their safety.

"You don't move!" Zhao Jing looked at Yang Yitian vigilantly, stretched out her hand from his body, found out the phone and wallet, and opened it, except for a little cash, there was also a yellowed group photo.

Being searched by Zhao Jing, Yang Yitian surprisingly didn't get angry, and didn't mention the phone call again, but said deeply: "If there's no problem, pay me back!"

Zhao Jing looked at the photo, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, she put it back in her wallet and handed it back to him, but the phone was confiscated.