The supreme master of the female president

After the old man pushed the sweet potato cart away, the dark-skinned captain, the sternness on his face dissipated, and then he sighed, took out a cigarette to Yang Yitian, and said, "Brother, can you have one?"

Yang Yitian didn't answer, and said lightly: "Quit."

The dark-skinned captain didn't force it, lit it himself and took a puff, stared at the direction the old man left, and said helplessly: "He lives near here, has no children under his knees, works as a sanitation worker in the morning and sweeps the streets in the evening, and pushes the roaster at night." The sweet potato truck runs around because his wife is seriously ill and stays in bed all year round. His income is not enough to buy medicine, so he can only make more money by selling roasted sweet potatoes. Many people in our team know these things, but the rules It's always the rule, and we want to help him, but we don't have a choice in what to do."

Yang Yitian didn't speak, but frowned deeply.

"Okay, no more talking." The dark-skinned captain, who stubbed out the cigarette butt, left the intersection with his men and continued to inspect other places.

Jiang Xinyao held Yang Yitian's hand, looking at his stern face with beautiful eyes like stars, she said softly, "Yitian, let's set up a social assistance foundation."

Hearing this, Yang Yitian's deep eyes suddenly became a little serious, because Jiang Xinyao's words touched his heart. Back then, his younger sister Yang Xuan was seriously ill and had no money for surgery, and almost died. It has had a deep impact, and there are absolutely countless cases like this across the country.

"Establishing a relief foundation will waste a lot of money every year. It can cost several or even billions of dollars. Are you willing?" Yang Yitian asked in a deep voice.

"Money is not of much use to me anymore, and we can call on people in the society to participate together." Jiang Xinyao knows that the relief fund burns money, but so what, if the money is gone, you can continue to earn, But she only has one life. Although she is not a holy mother, she is willing to use Jiangtian Group's money to help her.

"Yes, the Relief Foundation will start in Ningjiang City first. After more people get involved, we will help people all over the country." Yang Yitian nodded deeply. With Jiangtian Group as the leader, there will definitely be many people donating, just like this It costs at least several hundred million yuan every year, and Jiang Xinyao pays for this money.

"Yeah" Jiang Xinyao smiled softly, Yang Yitian took her ten fingers and clasped her palm, and came to a quiet and deserted gazebo.

"No, let's eat!" Yang Yitian peeled off the skin of the roasted sweet potato, handed it to Jiang Xinyao considerately, and gently told her to be careful not to burn it.

"Yitian, do you think we will live happily ever after all our lives?" Jiang Xinyao took a bite of the sweet potato, looked at Yang Yitian affectionately, and waited for his answer.

"Yes." Yang Yitian gave Jiang Xinyao a serious answer without the slightest hesitation.

"You said, don't lie to me, otherwise I will never forgive you." Jiang Xinyao leaned in Yang Yitian's arms, feeling his unique breath and warmth.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of your mother and child in the future." Yang Yitian hugged Jiang Xinyao intimately, gently stroking her belly, and smiled gently.

"It's not born yet, how do you know it's a son, I like daughters more." Jiang Xinyao rolled her eyes coquettishly, in front of Yang Yitian, she showed her true self, and she won't pretend to be any more A pair of cold appearance.

"Daughter is fine, so I have two women by my side. I hope you don't fight because of me in the future." Yang Yitian laughed teasingly.

"Shameless, who do you think you are, and you are still jealous of you. You have a good idea. When the time comes, we will unite and let you sleep on the floor." Jiang Xinyao snorted softly. This cute look made Yang Yitian understand that under the cold appearance Now, this is the real her.

"Xinyao." Yang Yitian called Jiang Xinyao's name.

"What's the matter." Just as Jiang Xinyao was about to say something, Yang Yitian quickly put his arms around her waist and kissed her thin lips.

Jiang Xinyao's face was pink, her eyes gradually blurred, her arms crossed around Yang Yitian's neck, and she kissed him intimately.

After kissing for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xinyao's cheeks became more and more bright red, feeling that she was about to suffocate, she quickly patted Yang Yitian's chest.

"Are you okay?" Yang Yitian asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Jiang Xinyao blushed, and Yang Yitian swept up her hair that covered her beautiful forehead, and said with a smile, "You are so beautiful tonight."

"Then I wasn't pretty before?!" Jiang Xinyao would not let it go easily when she found a chance to fight back, and glared at Yang Yitian angrily.

"In my eyes, you will only become more and more beautiful." After Yang Yitian Xiemei finished speaking, he kissed Jiang Xinyao again.

It was past ten o'clock when we left the gazebo.

Jiang Xinyao's pink face was so red that it could drip out of water, and there were a few deep red marks on her soft and fair neck. If she couldn't do that, she really doubted that Yang Yitian would not let her go easily.

And Yang Yitian smiled softly, and looked at Jiang Xinyao. The latter noticed his eyes, and the blush on his cheeks deepened, and the weeping willow quickly lowered his head.

"Oh? My Xinyao has learned to be shy?" Yang Yitian teased Jiang Xinyao amusedly.

"You scoundrel!" Jiang Xinyao spat secretly, and stepped forward.

"Bad guy?" Yang Yitian was startled, stepped forward and hugged Jiang Xinyao, and said with a playful smile: "I have worse ones, do you want to try?"

"What is it?" Jiang Xinyao asked out of nowhere, and after she realized it, she shamelessly scolded herself for being shameless.

"I really want to know?" Looking at Jiang Xinyao's blushing face, the corner of Yang Yitian's mouth curled up.

"I don't want to!" Jiang Xinyao turned her head away, not daring to meet Yang Yitian's eyes.

"Okay, let's not talk about it!" Yang Yitian sighed pretending to be regretful.

Seeing that Yang Yitian was trying to whet her appetite, Jiang Xinyao wanted to stomp her feet angrily, and hummed angrily, "Say it or not!"

"Angry?" Yang Yitian smiled lightly, Jiang Xinyao snorted and ignored him.

"Okay, that's it." Yang Yitian leaned close to Jiang Xinyao, leaned against her earlobe, let out a breath of steam, and then said something evilly.

After listening to Yang Yitian's words, Jiang Xinyao's face became hot immediately, her beautiful eyes gouged him fiercely, and she cursed shyly: "Yang Yitian, you are shameless, let me tell you, don't even think about it."