The supreme master of the female president

"The weather is very cold now, let's eat first, otherwise the dishes will be cold!" Yang Yitian smiled awkwardly, took a piece of meat and wanted to put it in Jiang Xinyao's bowl, but she dodged it and dropped it on the aside.

Looking at the dishes that fell on the dining table, Yang Yitian's chopsticks stopped in the air, his eyes revealed a touch of sadness, and finally he picked them up slowly, put them in his mouth and said with a smile: "It's not good to waste the dishes you cook!"

Hearing this, Jiang Xinyao bit her lower lip, her heart ached and she said in a low voice, "I can pinch myself, you don't have to do it deliberately!"

"Okay, I see!" Yang Yitian sighed and smiled, and stopped doing too much. The next meal was very quiet, except for his daughter who kept babbling and shouting beside him, he basically didn't communicate with Jiang Xinyao.

"I'm full, I'll make you a cup of tea first, and you can go back after drinking it!" Jiang Xinyao lightly put down the bowl, wiped the oil around her mouth gracefully with a paper towel, then got up and boiled a pot of hot water to start preparing for soaking Tea.

Looking at Jiang Xinyao's beautiful figure, Yang Yitian exhaled secretly, and immediately looked at the daughter next to him, only to see that she was eating with a small spoon in a strange manner. .

"Dad." Yang Wuxin's small mouth was covered with oil stains, and that lovely and immature face kept smiling sweetly at Yang Yitian, as if he didn't know that his warm family had already become broken, but he just saw his father come back Yes, very happy and lively.

"Wuxin, daddy feed you!" Yang Yitian picked up his daughter's tableware, and fed her tenderly and carefully, with the melancholy and bitter hope in his heart that she would live happily in this life.

After Jiang Xinyao cooked tea in the small living room, she turned around and found that Yang Yitian was still feeding her daughter at the dining table, and he seemed to be feeding her daughter slowly on purpose, in order to cherish this short-lived happiness.

"If I had known today, why would you have done it in the first place?" Jiang Xinyao's eyes were reddish, and she said to herself, the family of three was very warm, but why didn't he know how to cherish it at that time, but chose to take this Happiness is destroyed by hand.

Yang Yitian seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Xinyao. The two looked at each other quietly without saying a word, and finally looked away by coincidence.

More than ten minutes later, Yang Wuxin was full. Yang Yitian wiped the grease from her little mouth and wanted to clean up the countertop with her own hands, but Jiang Xinyao walked in and said softly: "Just leave it there, I'll wash it later, you Go drink some tea!"

"Alright!" Yang Yitian nodded, hugged Yang Wuxin intimately, sat on the small sofa in the living room, picked up the tea Jiang Xinyao made, and took a sip.

"The person who called me just now is a friend of mine. She came to Ningjiang from Yingguo mainly because she had something important to tell me face to face. Let me pick up the plane at eight o'clock in the evening!" Yang Yitian was silent. After a while, he looked up at Jiang Xinyao who was walking towards him, and said in a deep tone.

Jiang Xinyao's eyes trembled slightly, she sat down in front of Yang Yitian, and said softly between her lips: "We are already divorced, who do you want to meet and what important things to talk about, there is no need to explain to me, because that is I have no right to interfere with your freedom!"

"But you have always been my wife in my heart, and this will not be easily changed with a divorce certificate!" Yang Yitian said in a solemn voice with cold eyes and a solemn face.

"That's what you think, it doesn't represent me, and the divorce certificate and marriage certificate are indeed just a piece of paper, but in the eyes of us women, they are a symbol of happiness and abyss. There are some things you will never understand, after all In your heart, I am a dispensable puppet, if you are lonely, you miss me, and if you have something better, you despise me as unnecessary!" Jiang Xinyao became unreasonable as she spoke, her slightly choked voice carried a few Part crying.

Yang Yitian's pupils were dark, he looked directly at Jiang Xinyao, and said seriously: "I never thought about it like that, for you and Wuxin, let me give up everything in the world."

"Forget it, you better stop talking, I really don't want to hear it, go back first, and come back when I want to see you!" Jiang Xinyao interrupted Yang Yitian with red eyes, gritted her teeth, if he really wanted to If he loves himself, then when he was on the verge of life and death, he would not abandon his pregnant self and choose his younger sister Yang Xuan.

Hearing Jiang Xinyao's order to drive him away, Yang Yitian stopped talking to provoke her, but he didn't intend to leave either. He said in a melancholy voice, "I want to stay with Wuxin for a while, is that okay?"

"Up to you!" Jiang Xinyao forcibly held back her tears. After leaving two words coldly on her lips, she entered the kitchen and locked the door. While cleaning the countertop, she choked up silently. She found that she still couldn't do it. It's really impossible to use Yang Yitian's sense of responsibility for family affection like Liu Yanran did to maintain his own happiness again.

"Father, what's the matter, mother?" Yang Wuxin's petite body was lying on Yang Yitian's lap, with clear and watery eyes. Although she was still very young, she had a certain ability of judgment and analysis.

"It's okay, Mom. Maybe it's because I haven't seen Dad for a long time, so it's like this!" Yang Yitian sighed and smiled, touched his daughter's head with his hand, and lied to her.

"Father, can you hug me and mom to sleep tonight?" Yang Wuxin said in a soft and childish voice as she shook Yang Yitian's sleeves with her two tender little hands.

"No, your father has something to go out and has no time to stay overnight. Mom will accompany you tonight!" Before Yang Yitian could speak, Jiang Xinyao pushed open the kitchen door and walked out with a cold face, making people There was no sign of her crying alone before.

"It's okay, my business will be finished soon, and I can come back in time to accompany Wuxin!" Yang Yitian smiled cheekily, but Jiang Xinyao gave him a cold look, not as if joking, and said coldly: "I don't want to I'm repeating what I just said!"

Seeing Jiang Xinyao's cold and chilling appearance, Yang Yitian felt a little helpless in his heart, and finally nodded wisely, got up and said, "I will come early tomorrow!"

Jiang Xinyao was silent, her eyes were full of frost, Yang Yitian knew that she was pretending on purpose, so she bent down and kissed her daughter's face, and said tenderly: "Wuxin, Dad will come back tomorrow, and I will bring you a baby Gift, you must listen to your mother!"

"Father, are you leaving?" Yang Wuxin's eyes were watery, and she held Yang Yitian reluctantly, not wanting him to leave her side.

"Well, Dad has something to do!" Yang Yitian nodded and smiled, turned his head to look at Jiang Xinyao, and found that she quickly and deliberately turned her head away, not wanting or daring to look at him, and said in a heavy tone:

"Xin Yao, I believe that sooner or later, you will truly understand me!"