The supreme master of the female president

"Before sunset today, a total of 300 million yuan in demolition funds and various compensations will be transferred to my sister's account. If I don't see the money by then, I don't mind breaking your other arm. I understand. Is it?" Yang Yitian stared at Han Shengli and threatened gloomyly.

"Understood." Han Shengli replied weakly, even if Yang Yitian asked him to hit one billion now, I'm afraid he wouldn't dare to refuse.

"Let's go!" Yang Yitian finished speaking to Jiang Xinyao, and loosened Han Shengli's collar. Today's these are just interest, and this account will be settled slowly in the future.

Walking out of the VIP room with Jiang Xinyao, Wang Wenwen, who had been paying attention to the situation here, came up from a distance with a delicate face, and greeted Yang Yitian: "Sir, are you leaving? Let Wenwen see you off."

"No need." Yang Yitian didn't even look at Wang Wenwen, and just walked past her.

"Hmph, I'm so active, I'm really a man who doesn't understand style." Watching Yang Yitian's figure gradually disappearing, Wang Wenwen stomped her feet angrily, turned around and walked to the VIP room, wanting to ask Han Shengli how the conversation was going. So, when can you take yourself to buy a limited edition Hermès bag.

"what"

When Wang Wenwen entered the VIP room, she saw Han Shengli lying on the ground covered in blood, not knowing whether she was dead or alive, she let out a terrified scream.
"You hit the director surnamed Han today, and the people from Longsheng Real Estate will not let it go." Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Jiang Xinyao said with her beautiful eyes glanced at Yang Yitian's stern face.

Yang Yitian remained silent and did not respond to Jiang Xinyao, because he never took these bugs seriously, and if it was two years ago, it would have been possible to directly drive tanks to blow up the headquarters of Longsheng Real Estate.

"Are you listening to me?" Seeing Yang Yitian ignoring her, Jiang Xinyao's beautiful eyes revealed a hint of displeasure.

"Are you caring about me?" Yang Yitian smiled faintly.

Hearing this, Jiang Xinyao's heart skipped a beat, she looked away guiltily, looked out the window and explained angrily: "Who cares about you anymore, I just, just."

"Huh? Just what?" Seeing that Jiang Xinyao's speech became faltering, and she couldn't explain the reason for a long time, Yang Yitian couldn't help feeling curious. She didn't expect that she, who had a cold and elegant personality, had a secretive side.

"It's none of your business, don't ask if you shouldn't, and today is the last time, you can do this kind of thing by yourself in the future, don't bring me with you." Jiang Xinyao stared at Yang Yitian coldly, but she didn't know that it was herself before Proposed to follow.

Yang Yitian smiled without saying a word, and drove the car seriously. Jiang Xinyao hesitated for a moment, and said, "You don't need to go back to the villa, go somewhere with me first."

"Yes!" Yang Yitian didn't refuse, and came to a cemetery in Ningjiang City according to the address Jiang Xinyao said.

"Buy a bunch of white chrysanthemums." Jiang Xinyao got out of the car and bought a small bunch of flowers at a flower shop at the entrance of the cemetery.

Yang Yitian followed Jiang Xinyao into the cemetery and came to a tombstone.

"Mom, I'm here to see you." Jiang Xinyao put the white chrysanthemum under the tombstone, and stroked a black-and-white photo on it with her hand. The woman in the photo seems to be only in her 30s, with exquisite and beautiful features, and her face is about the same as Jiang Xinyao's. Very similar, it is not difficult to see that she was also a very beautiful woman during her lifetime.

"Bai Yicui." Yang Yitian glanced at the words on the tombstone. Not only was the date of birth and name engraved on it, but also the time of death, which was 16 years ago.

Looking at the woman in the black and white photo, Jiang Xinyao's eyes gradually became moist, and a crystal clear teardrop flowed down. She couldn't forget the scene of her mother dying to protect herself on that thunderous rainy night.

At this time, a gust of wind blew across Jiang Xinyao's cheeks, her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her thoughts also turned to the distance.

Yang Yitian stood behind Jiang Xinyao, didn't bother her, just accompanied her silently, and passed like this for a long time.

"Yang Yitian." Suddenly, Jiang Xinyao turned around, looked at Yang Yitian's resolute face with beautiful eyes, moved her red lips lightly, but finally said without asking, "Let's go."

"Okay." Yang Yitian nodded, and left the cemetery with Jiang Xinyao.

After driving back to the sea view villa, the bloodstains on the lawn have been washed away by the people from the criminal department, and other traces have also been cleaned up very well, as if nothing happened last night.

When Jiang Xinyao wanted to open the car door, Yang Yitian stopped her with a serious face, and said solemnly, "Don't move!"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Xinyao didn't know what happened, and asked with a puzzled expression.

Yang Yitian didn't explain, he grabbed the steering wheel nervously, and his breathing became heavy.

Time was passing by every minute, and the sea view villa was extremely quiet. Although Jiang Xinyao didn't understand Yang Yitian's intentions, she was obedient and didn't move, sitting quietly in the co-pilot.

"When I count to three, you should get down as fast as you can, blink twice when you understand, and never nod." Yang Yitian's voice was very low, and his eyes were fixed on one direction from the corner of his eyes. He didn't know the other party The sniper gun was aimed at herself or Jiang Xinyao.

"Yeah..." Sensing Yang Yitian's heaviness, Jiang Xinyao blinked her eyes twice to show that she understood.

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

"Get down!"

Following Yang Yitian's roar, Jiang Xinyao hurriedly got down on the ground, and then there was a crash, the front window glass of the car seemed to be hit by something, and suddenly spread and shattered like a spider's web.

Yang Yitian frowned tightly, and slammed on the accelerator and brake, the car body drifted and rushed towards the iron gate of the villa.

However, before the car even got out of the door, the two wheels of the rear tire burst open with a bang, and the car stopped on the spot after the engine was turned off.

"It's interesting that the TRG-42 high-precision sniper rifle with a silencer uses such a powerful weapon." Hearing the sound of a blown tire, Yang Yitian was calm and composed, without any panic, and accurately judged The type of gun used by the opponent.

Moreover, as a soldier king who often wanders in the hail of bullets, Yang Yitian knows that it takes 2.5 seconds for a senior sniper to fire a shot at the fastest, but it took less than five seconds to shoot two tires just now, which means that the opponent can shoot in [-] seconds. He fired two shots in such a short period of time, and his marksmanship was no less than that of top special fighters.

Jiang Xinyao was still in shock, lying under the seat and did not dare to move. She finally knew why Yang Yitian was so solemn, because a person was pointing a gun at her car.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Yang Yitian smiled and calmed Jiang Xinyao's flustered emotions. Without her, he would definitely be able to kill this sniper hiding in the dark, but now he must separate his mind to protect her. Safety.