The supreme master of the female president

night.

Yang Yitian returned to Jiang Xinyao's room smelling of alcohol, and lay on the bed without even taking a shower.

"The person you love is me, it's me, it's me" Liu Yanran's words kept echoing in Yang Yitian's ears, making him inexplicably irritable and angry.

Jiang Xinyao, who was blowing her hair, looked at the drunken Yang Yitian, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she stepped forward and asked, "Did something happen, my husband? Why do you have to drink so much?"

Yang Yitian opened his eyes, and lied lightly: "I met an old friend, so I drank a few more glasses."

"Really?" Jiang Xinyao was dubious, recalling that Yang Yitian answered the phone in the afternoon, her complexion was already a bit abnormal, and she even left in a hurry.

Yang Yitian concealed his emotions, sat up from the bed, put his arms around Jiang Xinyao's waist, and said with a smile: "My wife, you smell really good."

Jiang Xinyao's face was pink, she gouged out Yang Yitian, and said coquettishly: "It stinks, you should take a shower first, or you'll go sleep on the sofa for me!"

"Okay, I just want to sleep on the sofa too." Yang Yitian said half-jokingly.

Jiang Xinyao frowned tightly, looked at Yang Yitian's face, pursed her lips and asked in a soft voice: "Honey, do you have something on your mind?"

"I'll take a shower first." Yang Yitian didn't answer Jiang Xinyao, but let go of her arms around her waist, took off his suit jacket, got up and walked out.

"Really, clothes are thrown everywhere." Jiang Xinyao said angrily, and picked up Yang Yitian's thrown suit jacket, but when she wanted to hang it on the hanger, she suddenly stopped.

Looking at a long hair left on the suit jacket, Jiang Xinyao blinked her clear eyes, she was keenly aware of something, she picked it up to check and compare it, and confirmed that it was not her own.

As a woman, Jiang Xinyao had a bad premonition, feeling that Yang Yitian was clearly lying to deceive herself when she said that she had a drink with an old friend.

"Husband" Jiang Xinyao bit the corner of her lips with her white teeth, feeling very uncomfortable in her heart, she would rather Yang Yitian tell the bad truth to herself, and she did not want the man she loved to deceive her.

Fumbling around in her suit, Jiang Xinyao found out Yang Yitian's cell phone, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to take a peek.

But after trying several times in a row, Yang Xuan, Yang Yitian, and her own birthday were pressed in, and the password was displayed incorrectly. Jiang Xinyao squeezed her fists, put the phone back in the suit bag, and did not dare to continue typing indiscriminately. Afraid that Yang Yitian would find out.

Ten minutes later, Yang Yitian came back after taking a shower. He noticed that Jiang Xinyao was absent-minded, and asked, "Honey, what are you thinking?"

"No..." Jiang Xinyao, who was sitting by the bed, heard Yang Yitian asking herself, she quickly came to her senses, and said softly, "I miss my dad."

Yang Yitian had no doubts, came to Jiang Xinyao's side, hugged her body in his arms, and comforted her gently: "The search and rescue team is still looking for them, and they will notify immediately when there is news, wife, don't be too sad. "

"Honey, no matter what, you won't lie to me, will you?" Jiang Xinyao suddenly raised her head and looked at Yang Yitian tenderly.

Yang Yitian didn't think about other things, but thought that Jiang Xinyao was talking about Jiang Yue, nodded and said deeply: "No!"

"Mmm, husband, I believe in you." Jiang Xinyao smiled bitterly, her heart felt like being stabbed by a needle, and there was an indescribable pain in her heart.

"It's getting late, go to bed early." Yang Yitian said lying on the bed, Jiang Xinyao looked at his handsome face with tender eyes, and pursed her lips hesitantly.

Throughout the night, Jiang Xinyao tossed and turned, without any sleepiness, and kept thinking wildly.

Moreover, being pregnant already made her quite depressed, and coupled with the bad news of the accident with her father, she could no longer control her emotions, her eyes turned red and she secretly shed tears.

At two o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xinyao, who had been crying for an unknown amount of time, wiped away the mist from the corners of her eyes, gently got up from the bed, and walked out of her room.

Not long after Jiang Xinyao walked out, Yang Yitian, who was still in a light sleep a second ago, immediately opened his eyes.

Yang Yitian's eyes were cloudy, and he reached out to touch Jiang Xinyao's pillow next to him, only to find that it had been soaked with tears.

"Am I wrong?" Yang Yitian said to himself. The reason why he didn't tell Jiang Xinyao about his meeting with Liu Yanran was mainly because she didn't want her to be suspicious. After all, since she became pregnant, she has become sentimental. Sometimes the mood will be inexplicably low and sad, without any warning at all.

After exhaling turbid breath, Yang Yitian thought for a long time, and decided not to go out with her to comfort Jiang Xinyao, but to give her some private time to vent her depressed emotions.

In the living room of the villa, Jiang Xinyao sat quietly on the sofa alone, her frail body trembling slightly, accompanied by sobbing, and it was not until more than an hour later that she stopped her tears and returned to the room.

Cautiously lying back on the bed, Jiang Xinyao looked at Yang Yitian's side face tenderly with eyes blurred by tears, and then leaned towards him gently like a wounded little hedgehog.

Jiang Xinyao's frivolous body clings to Yang Yitian at close range. Feeling his body temperature, she closes her eyes and whispers to herself, "Husband, I love you."

the next day.

The morning sun was very gentle, refracted in through the window, Jiang Xinyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked at Yang Yitian who was still lightly asleep, got up and tied her hair, went downstairs to make breakfast for her husband and Yang Xuan, as if It was as if nothing happened last night.

After Yang Xuan's explanation last time, and these days of trying, although it was a lot of hardship, Jiang Xinyao is now able to cook alone.

"Sister-in-law, are you making breakfast?" Ten minutes later, Yang Xuan walked down, seeing Jiang Xinyao busy in the kitchen, she asked with a pure smile.

"Well, it will be fine soon, Xiaoxuan, go wash up first!" Jiang Xinyao was dripping with sweat, her hair was soaked in sweat, sticking to her skin, she said with a smile.

"Yes!" Yang Xuan nodded obediently, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Jiang Xinyao was almost busy, turned off the fire on the stove, came to her room, and said with a moving smile: "Honey, you are still sleeping, get up and have breakfast!"

Yang Yitian woke up early, got up and looked at Jiang Xinyao, reached out to wipe off the sweat on her beautiful forehead, and said with a joking smile: "Could it be like a few days ago, burn the bottom of the pot, or give the salt Have you put too much?"

"What are you talking about, do you like to eat or not, hum!" Jiang Xinyao glared at Yang Yitian angrily, but deep in those delicate eyes, there was an imperceptible sourness and dimness.

Although Jiang Xinyao concealed it very well, Yang Yitian still found out, and said with a melancholy smile: "My wife, you have worked hard, and it is my blessing, Yang Yitian, to marry you."