The Almighty God of War of the Female President

Ye Xiang argued.

"You are a miracle doctor now, and you have this condition."

Zhao Qianya pinched him forcefully:
"I don't know why, but your female patients are all beautiful, and your popularity with women is very good. I'm worried."

"Ouch, you pinched me."

Ye Xiang yelled like this, but he was very happy in his heart.The wife is jealous, which means that she really cares about him.

"Go down and eat." Zhao Qianya pushed him away and said.

After dinner, Ye Xiang went to the second floor to do acupuncture for Zhao Qianya's grandfather.

While he was twisting the needle, he received a WeChat message from Yang Yinghong.

He pressed it out and looked, and couldn't help being shocked:
Ye Xiang, I'm on a business trip tomorrow, so I'll stop by to see you.I'll open a room outside, you come here.I must ask you.

I haven't had a pregnancy reaction until now, and I don't feel at ease.

It is not easy for me to come out once, you must come, please reply if you receive it!

Ye Xiang was so frightened that he quickly deleted this WeChat message.

Why is it happening like that?

Ye Xiang was both nervous and excited, his heart was pounding.

The key is to do this, sorry Zhao Qianya.

Even though Zhao Qianya is only a beautiful wife in name until now, she can't do this.Besides, if Zhao Qianya finds out about this, she will also put a hat on him, which is uneconomical, and she will definitely not go this time.

I won't go even if you kill me!

Ye Xiang made up his mind, not even replying to her WeChat.

But only after a while, Yang Yinghong sent another WeChat message:
I will arrive in Jianghai around five o'clock in the afternoon, you can come over to have dinner together, this will not affect your return home, don't you have a wonton shop?We finish our work in the hotel, and you can go home before nine o'clock.

Of course, it would be better if you could stay with me for a while longer.

Ye Xiang looked at this WeChat message and exclaimed in his heart:
My God, how can I get through such hardships and pressures!

He is doing twirling needles, so it is inconvenient to send WeChat.

After a while, the impatient Yang Yinghong called him, and Ye Xiang had no choice but to stand up and go out, hiding in the public bathroom on the second floor to answer:
"Yang Yinghong, I'm sorry, I'm doing acupuncture for Zhao Qianya's grandfather, so it's inconvenient to send you a WeChat message."

"Oh, I thought you disagreed."

Yang Yinghong's voice is crisp, gentle and pleasant:
"It's a rare opportunity for me to come out, so I'm a little anxious."

Ye Xiang said nervously:

"Yang Yinghong, listen to me, we can't do this. If this continues, you will be sorry for my husband, and I will be sorry for my wife."

"Ye Xiang, you really disagree."

Yang Yinghong also said nervously:

"How about this? I'll just tell your wife about it and ask her to divorce you. I'll divorce my husband and we'll get married in public. Do you think it's okay?"

"what?"

Ye Xiang exclaimed:

"Yang Yinghong, how can you say that? This is absolutely unacceptable. If we really do this, we will be ruined."

"If you're afraid of losing face, follow your father-in-law's example."

Yang Yinghong said thrillingly:
"Give birth to a wicked seed outside, and I won't let him come over and ask you for your wicked debt."

When Ye Xiang wanted to defend again, Yang Yinghong said decisively:

"Think about it. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll find a hotel and send you a WeChat message. If I don't come, I'll call your wife and ask her to come and meet me, and I'll tell her the story. Which way to go? , is up to you to decide."

She hung up the phone with a "snap" as she spoke.

Ye Xiang was stunned.

He stayed in the bathroom for a while before going in, and continued to twirl the needles for Grandpa Zhao Qianya, his mind was in a mess like a pot of porridge.

Before finishing twisting, Zhao Qianya and Wen Xuexi came back.

Ye Xiang glanced at them and remained calm.

He pulled out the needle for Zhao Qianya's grandfather, and followed Zhao Qianya up to the third floor.Walking into the big bedroom, Ye Xiang struggled very excitedly, should he take the initiative to tell her about it?

What are the consequences?
At 05:30 the next afternoon, Ye Xiang was sitting in the consulting room in a state of dismay, when Yang Yinghong's WeChat message came:
Ye Xiang, I have already arrived in Jianghai City, staying in room 602 of Hongshan International Hotel, I am waiting for you!
If you don't come at 06:30, I will call Zhao Qianya and ask her to come and talk about it.

Ye Xiang was shocked when he saw this WeChat message.

She did come, my God, what should I do?
After much deliberation, he decided to go.

"Mom, I'm going out to see a patient."

Ye Xiang told his mother and drove over there.

It was not yet six o'clock when I walked into Yang Yinghong's room.

As soon as Ye Xiang walked in, he closed the door.

Both of them were nervous and a little excited.They stood in the room, facing each other silently, their chests heaving greatly.

"Ye Xiang, you are very punctual."

Yang Yinghong grinned and said:

"I think you will come, because you value your reputation too much, and you don't want to divorce Zhao Qianya."

Ye Xiang raised the corner of his mouth and said coldly:

"You're right, I want to have a good talk with you."

Yang Yinghong still plays an active role:
"Don't be so serious, okay? This is a happy thing, you have to be more open."

"I refused last time, so I must borrow it today. Who made you so good and amazing?"

Yang Yinghong wanted to use praise to make Ye Xiang happy, relaxed and less restrained.

Sure enough, when she said this, Ye Xiang relaxed a little:
"You're not mocking me, are you? I'm so poor, but still outstanding? Do you really want to marry a poor man?"

"I believe you will become rich. As long as you officially open the clinic and treat people with infertility, the money will flow in."

Yang Yinghong encouraged him.

She walked up to him, stood face to face with him, gazed at him affectionately, and said softly:

"Ye Xiang, do you think I'm joking? I'm serious. As long as you agree, I will call Zhao Qianya immediately and tell her about it. Let her divorce you, and I will officially marry you."

As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone and pretended to make a call.

Ye Xiang was terrified, he quickly reached out his hand to stop it and said:
"You're crazy, can you make this call? Once you make a call, the Wen family will be thrown into chaos."

"Are you so afraid of divorce? I'm not afraid."

Yang Yinghong put away her mobile phone and said:

"It means that you are greedy for a wealthy family and love your wife deeply. Well, forget it, I will not destroy your marriage, I only ask you to borrow it once, and I won't bother you."

"No, something is going to happen."

Ye Xiang still resolutely refused.

"If you reject me today, I will really call your wife."

Ye Xiang came up with a plan and said:

"Yang Yinghong, lie down on the bed, let me check for you to see if there is a child in your stomach?"

Yang Yinghong lay down on a bed while talking, propped up her legs and looked at him:
"Come on, check it out."

Ye Xiang sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to open her clothes, pushed down her trouser waist a little, pressed her white belly a few times with his right hand, and said:

"You already have a child in your stomach."