The supreme master of the female president

Yang Yitian's sharp and deep eyes were full of strong intent, and he said in a sharp and deep voice: "Do you think that if the negotiation fails, I will give these people a chance to live?"

Feeling the hostility erupting from Yang Yitian, Mo Bai's breathing couldn't help becoming dull. He felt an invisible darkness covering his whole body. He suddenly remembered that this man had returned to a peaceful life. His true strength is enough to unravel the turmoil in the entire dark world, so how can he be afraid of a mere palace master known as a false god.

"Then when do you want to do it?" Mo Bai asked.

"Soon." Yang Yitian's voice was deep, ambiguous and perfunctory to Mo Bai.

"When you start, I hope you can notify me in advance, and I can provide you with some convenience." Mo Bai said solemnly.

The corners of Yang Yitian's mouth slightly curved, looking at Zheng Qin who had passed out, he answered the wrong question and said: "He will be handled by you, and you must give me a satisfactory explanation."

"I understand." Mo Bai nodded. Zheng Qin's crimes committed over the past ten years would cost him his life if it was serious.

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows slightly, he got answers to all the questions he wanted to ask, so he didn't talk to Mo Bai any more, turned around and walked out.

Looking at Yang Yitian's back, Mo Bai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but remained silent in the end.

Walking out of Mobai's six groups of camps, Yang Yitian stopped slightly, looked up at the dark blue sky, and his thoughts were filled with melancholy.

Since being framed by Liu Yanran and returning to the city, Yang Yitian has always wanted to live a peaceful life, but the sky always fails to fulfill his wishes, and the troubles around him continue, as if he was destined in the dark.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yitian groped around, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but when he was about to light it, Jiang Xinyao's pitiful face quickly came to mind.

"Honey, smoking is bad for your health."

Recalling Jiang Xinyao's words in his ears, Yang Yitian smiled vicissitudes, threw the whole pack of cigarettes in his hand into the trash can next to him, and drove away from this unremarkable urban village.

Jiangtian Group.

In the CEO's office, Jiang Xinyao was sitting alone on the office chair. Instead of working as hard as before, she lowered her head slightly and looked at a photo tightly held in her hand.

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I don't know how long I watched, a crystal clear teardrop overflowed from Jiang Xinyao's eye socket, flowed down her cheek, and fell on the photo taken by a passing photographer when she and Yang Yitian kissed in the sunset, and there was a clatter There are more and more friends, and they can't be stopped.

"Husband, do you really love me?" Jiang Xinyao bit her lips hard, and whispered to herself in a choked voice. All along, she felt only responsibility and responsibility from Yang Yitian, and she never had affectionate love. This heart seems to always contain another person, and has never really accommodated myself.

"Boom! Boom!" A soft knock came in from outside the door, interrupting Jiang Xinyao's desolate sadness.

"Please come in!" Jiang Xinyao put away the photo in her hand, wiped her eyes blurred by tears, and hurriedly adjusted her sad and gloomy mood, trying to make herself look normal.

"Squeak!"

The door of the office was pushed open from the outside, and then Song Ran, the general manager of the ZN Group's financial company, appeared in front of Jiang Xinyao.

"President Jiang, I'm here to discuss with you about capital investment"

Song Ran came to Jiang Xinyao, and when she wanted to say something, she was surprised to find that her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she couldn't help asking: "President Jiang, why are you crying? Is something wrong?" gone?"

"No, the eyes may be sand in the eyes." Jiang Xinyao pursed her lips and explained far-fetchedly.

"Into the sand?" Song Ran's face was startled, where did the sand come from in the office, but she knew that Jiang Xinyao didn't want to talk about it, so she tactfully didn't ask, but kindly reminded: "President Jiang, you are almost six months pregnant , At this time, there will indeed be a lot of sentimentality. Sometimes even a little trivial matter can affect your emotions violently. If you have any depression in your heart, you must confide it to Mr. Yang, so that he can understand and care for you better. , instead of blindly bearing it silently, this will only make you more painful."

"Well, thank you, General Manager Song, I understand." Jiang Xinyao nodded lightly, but she would not tell Yang Yitian unreservedly the depression in her heart, because she was very worried that what she was afraid of would happen. There will be no room for redemption, and I will be disgusted and annoyed by this man, blaming cranky and jealous.

After all, Jiang Xinyao knew very well that in the deepest part of Yang Yitian's heart, she still had deep feelings for Liu Yanran, far more than she had with herself.

Song Ran smiled slightly, said nothing more, and turned to discuss with Jiang Xinyao about this investment.

"The crisis of the stock crash has been lifted, and the Dingtian Chamber of Commerce has also closed its hands. Next, we can work together for a win-win situation. This is a capital investment agreement. I will not make any excessive demands. You only need to pay the dividends that you should pay every year. " Song Ran took out a letter of agreement, and she helped Jiangtian Group to tide over the difficulties this time, all following Joanna's instructions, and she had no greedy purpose of taking advantage of others' danger.

Although Jiang Xinyao believed in Song Ran, she still picked up the agreement, read it carefully, and signed her name after confirming that there was no problem.

After discussing the follow-up investment, Song Ran didn't leave so quickly, but looked down at Jiang Xinyao's protruding belly, and asked her about various matters about her pregnancy.

"I have been married for almost five years, and my husband and I have been busy with work, so we dare not have children. Recently, we have considered for a long time and decided to prepare for pregnancy after a while." Song Ran laughed softly, she is now in her 30s , if it is an advanced maternal age a few years later, the risk will be much higher.

"Well, that's pretty good." Jiang Xinyao lightly stroked her stomach with her fair white hands, her eyes became tender. The only thing she could give Yang Yitian was to give birth to a child for this man.

"President Jiang, can I touch your baby?" Song Ran asked in a low voice.

"Yes!" Jiang Xinyao smiled, but did not refuse Song Ran's request.

Song Ran stretched out her hand cautiously, caressing Jiang Xinyao's stomach very gently, for fear that he might hurt her accidentally.

"Everyone says that it takes three years to be pregnant. The pregnancy process is very hard. Not only are the nerves prone to deterioration, you can't eat this or that, and you have to be careful when you walk." Song Ran said softly.

"Yes." Jiang Xinyao nodded her head lightly. Pregnancy brought her happiness as a mother-to-be, but it also brought a lot of torture. She often suffered from insomnia at night, or woke up in a dream, and her emotions were inexplicable. Anxiety, physical and mental exhaustion.