The supreme master of the female president

After Jiang Xinyao went to the kitchen to cook, Yang Wuxin clung to Yang Yitian intimately, laying on his strong chest, mouthful of her father's milky voice, yelling childishly, her little hands tightly clutching at the front of his shirt, as if she would be afraid He disappeared like nothing else.

Listening to her daughter's immature voice, and her cute and tender appearance in his arms, Yang Yitian seemed to have overturned all kinds of emotions, and all kinds of emotions in her heart were extremely sad. Knowing that he is an irresponsible person, what would he think of his father.

Yang Yitian sighed, put away his complicated emotions, stopped thinking about those long-term things, showed a gentle smile, and cherished the short time with Yang Wuxin.

"Father, eat strawberries." Yang Wuxin left in a hurry, picked up a washed red strawberry from the fruit plate on the glass table in the small living room, and handed it to Yang Yitian with a smile.

"So cute!" Yang Yitian smiled moved, hugged Yang Wuxin's small body, and said with a light smile, "Wuxin, can you feed Dad?"

Yang Wuxin blinked her big Shuiling eyes, then put the strawberry in her small hand to Yang Yitian's mouth, she was very cute and sensible.

Jiang Xinyao in the kitchen has been paying attention to Yang Yitian. Seeing his intimate behavior with his daughter, Qiong's nose is inexplicably sore, which makes her more determined in her mind.

noon.

After Jiang Xinyao finished cooking, she turned her head to look at Yang Yitian who was still with her daughter, and said softly, "Don't play for now, bring Wuxin to wash your hands and come over to eat!"

"Okay, Wuxin's father will take you to wash your hands!" Yang Yitian smiled flatly, and gently led Yang Wuxin into the bathroom sink, carefully cleaning her little hands.

"buzzing"

At this moment, Yang Yitian's cell phone rang, he frowned, and didn't answer it immediately, but after cleaning Yang Wuxin's little hands, he took it out and took a look, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Which one?" Yang Yitian said deeply.

"Yang Yitian, it's me, what are you doing!" Ryoko Yamamoto's voice came from the other side of the phone.

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Hurry up and talk about it, I don't have much time to chat right now!"

"Well, my Yamamoto family has investigated the clues, do you want to know?" Yamamoto Ryoko said.

"About your Yamamoto's protector of the country?" Yang Yitian asked in a deep voice.

"Well, I sneaked out now, and I'm about to board the flight from Yingguo to Ningjiang. You can pick me up at eight o'clock in the evening, and I'll tell you slowly!" Yamamoto Ryoko chuckled.

"You want to come to Ningjiang?" Hearing this, Yang Yitian frowned slightly, and said aloud: "You can tell me on the phone, there is no need to come to Ningjiang specially."

"No, I want to see you. If you don't come to pick me up, then I won't tell you!" Ryoko Yamamoto hummed coquettishly to Yang Yitian on the phone like a little girl.

Yang Yitian was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Okay, at eight o'clock in the evening, I will pick you up at Ningjiang Airport on time!"

"Yeah, then I'll wait for you, let's not talk, I'm getting on the plane!" Ryoko Yamamoto said happily, and then hung up the phone.

Yang Yitian was a little helpless. After putting away the phone, he suddenly found that Jiang Xinyao had appeared behind him at some point.

Jiang Xinyao didn't ask who Yang Yitian was talking to, but picked up her daughter Yang Wuxin and said, "Hurry up and wash your hands, Wuxin and I are waiting for you outside!"

"Okay!" Yang Yitian smiled faintly. After washing his face and hands, he looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself with deep eyes: "Xin Yao, I will owe you and Wuxin after I deal with the old man's injury." Yes, everything will be made up for you mother and daughter!"

In the kitchen, on a small dining table, there were several dishes of stir-fried vegetables and an egg drop soup.

Jiang Xinyao tied a pink napkin under her daughter Yang Wuxin's pink neck, and took out a set of children's tableware, filled it with a little soup and rice, and let her learn to eat slowly, otherwise she would blindly pamper her. It will only make her lose her autonomy.

Yang Yitian came out of the bathroom, sat in front of Jiang Xinyao, and found that she had already prepared the food for him, picked up the food with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, and said with a faint smile, "Your cooking skills are getting better and better!"

Being praised by Yang Yitian, Jiang Xinyao didn't feel too moved, but said softly: "I heard that last time I lied to you and took Wuxin and Xiaoxuan to the western region, you waited for me in the Qinghu community in cold weather. All night and didn't leave until the next day!"

Yang Yitian nodded with a smile, sighed and said, "Well, I did wait for you in the Qinghu community all night!"

Jiang Xinyao bit her thin lips lightly, and asked softly, "Then you know, after I lied to you, are you very upset with me?"

"That's a little bit!" Yang Yitian didn't deny it, and then continued: "It's just that I lied to you first, and it hurt your heart even more. What you did to me is not as good as what I did to you!"

Jiang Xinyao's eyes moved lightly, and she put her hands under the dining table into two fists lightly, and asked with her lips pursed: "Yang Yitian, I want to ask you, you used to be kind to me, and you still have love, is it true?" Isn't it all a deliberate disguise, all this time, you never loved me at all?"

"If I didn't love you, I wouldn't wait for you all night in the cold weather, and I wouldn't be depressed all day after divorce, accompanied by tobacco and alcohol, and I wouldn't dream at night. You and Wuxin!" Yang Yitian took a deep breath and said.

"Can I think that the purpose of your words is to win my sympathy for you?" Jiang Xinyao smiled playfully, staring straight at Yang Yitian.

Yang Yitian didn't look away, he and Jiang Xinyao looked at each other, and they just looked at each other silently.

After a while, Yang Yitian sighed slightly: "Xin Yao, you don't have to speak deliberately, because I know your temperament very well, and at the same time you are mocking me, you should feel uncomfortable."

"Hehe, Yang Yitian, don't really think so, you know me Jiang Xinyao very well, after all, sometimes I can't see through myself, what kind of woman I am!" Jiang Xinyao sneered.

"Okay!" Yang Yitian smiled vicissitudes, picked up a piece of meat, put it in Yang Wuxin's children's tableware, and said gently: "Wuxin, eat more to grow your body!"

Jiang Xinyao frowned slightly, but finally couldn't help the throbbing in her heart, and asked, "Who is the woman who called you just now?"

"Would you believe the little girl I raised outside!" Yang Yitian joked.

Jiang Xinyao did not goug Yang Yitian angrily like a little girl in her eyes like in the past, but said with a cold tone on her lips: "Believe me, how could I not believe it, because peach blossoms are blooming around you, except Besides me, other women are also rushing towards you like a butterfly rushing to a flame!"

"." Yang Yitian.