The supreme master of the female president

Yang Xuan stepped forward lightly, looking at Xiao Ya who was unconscious in the hospital bed, her eyes gradually became moist and red, filled with a layer of mist of tears.

"Sister Xiao Ya" Yang Xuan clenched her fists tightly and bit her thin lips. Although she had thousands of words in her heart and wanted to confide them all, she only called out Xiao Ya's name.

When Yang Yitian came to Yang Xuan's side, his eyes also stayed on Xiao Ya's bloodless face, his dark eyes were depressed, and countless guilt lingered in his heart.

A day ago, Xiao Ya was so lively and enthusiastic, with every frown and smile touching people's hearts and souls, but now her body is covered with all kinds of medical instruments, and the appearance of lying in a hospital bed wearing an oxygen mask makes people feel very pity.

"Auntie, no one wants to see my cousin's injury. In fact, it can't be all his fault. It can only be blamed on the vicious murderer." Wang Xiaobei said suddenly beside Wang Lan.

He believed that there must be a reason for what happened at the time, otherwise, with Yang Yitian's resolute character, he would never let his cousin Xiao Ya suffer any harm, just like the last time he owed a hundred thousand gambling debts, Yang Yitian helped him find a place without saying a word Come back, it's not those men who don't take responsibility and don't do anything at all.

"I know" Wang Lan whispered sadly, she is not the kind of woman who doesn't understand the reason, but the resentment and fear suppressed in her heart made her unbearable, so she attributed all of Xiao Ya's injuries to Yang Yitian, now she has Knowing that her daughter has passed the dangerous period, her tense spirit can be relaxed.

"Okay, auntie, your health has not been very good. Now my cousin is not in danger. You should go and rest for a while. I will stay in the hospital and take care of her. Come back later." Wang Xiaobei said with concern, He knew that Wang Lan must have been crying all night from last night to now, without closing her eyes at all. If this continues, she might faint again.

Wang Lan was still a little reluctant, she just wanted to be with her daughter and didn't want to go anywhere.

"Auntie, don't hold on. Can you go to a hotel near the hospital to rest for a while? I beg you." Wang Xiaobei begged. Wang Lan was in poor health and suffered from mild thalassemia. His blood sugar was also very low, and he was exhausted even after traveling to Ningjiang City, not to mention crying all night because of Xiao Ya.

Unable to bear Wang Xiaobei's persuasion, Wang Lan finally agreed with him, walked slowly to the side of the hospital bed, held Xiao Ya's slightly cool hand, and said to Yang Yitian: "I was impulsive just now, I shouldn't be like a shrew Do the same, sorry."

"The one who should say I'm sorry is me. Xiao Ya's stabbing was originally aimed at me. She blocked it for me. I, Yang Yitian, owe her my life." Yang Yitian's stern face could not be seen What kind of emotion, only those dark eyes, there is a ray of indescribable coldness.

Wang Lan didn't want to worry about these anymore, she reached out to caress Xiao Ya's pale face, she can give up anything, as long as her daughter is fine.

After staying in the ward for more than ten minutes, coupled with Wang Xiaobei's persuasion many times, Wang Lan left in three steps and turned around, and opened a very cheap small hotel near the hospital to rest.

In the ward, Yang Yitian, Yang Xuan, and Xiao Ya's cousin Wang Xiaobei were left.

"Let's go out and talk, okay?" Wang Xiaobei looked at Yang Yitian and said.

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows and walked out of the intensive care unit, Wang Xiaobei hurriedly followed, leaving only Yang Xuan to accompany Xiao Ya.

"The weather is not very good today, do you want to smoke one?" On the lawn behind the hospital, the sky was dark and gloomy, Wang Xiaobei took out a pack of cigarettes worth more than ten yuan, and handed one to Yang Yitian.

Gusts of cool wind blew across Yang Yitian's face, he didn't go to pick up Wang Xiaobei's cigarette, and said lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Which bastard stabbed my cousin?" Wang Xiaobei clenched his fists suddenly with red eyes. Xiao Ya is the closest person in his life. Pain, no less than anyone else.

"He's already dead!" Yang Yitian said expressionlessly, Wang Xiaobei couldn't help being startled, a little unresponsive.

"Dead?" Wang Xiaobei stared at Yang Yitian's face, he couldn't believe what he said, this is a life.

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows lightly, and said indifferently: "I will solve this matter, you don't have to worry about it, so as not to get angry."

"Okay." Wang Xiaobei was a little scared. He guessed that Yang Yitian was not lying to himself. The beast who stabbed his cousin with a knife might really be dead.

"Did Xiao Ya tell you, be careful recently, those people in the casino won't let you go easily." Yang Yitian reminded, Wang Xiaobei shook his head nervously, Xiao Ya didn't tell him about it , but he also knew that it wouldn't be long before the bald crow brother would definitely find him.

Yang Yitian frowned slightly, it seemed that Xiao Ya was stabbed by Huang Ping with a knife before she could tell Wang Xiaobei last night.

"Then what should I do?" Wang Xiaobei swallowed and asked in horror.

In this huge Ningjiang City, apart from a few drinking and meat friends, he has nothing to do with him at all. It is impossible for him to beat Brother Crow with the bald head.

"Remember the one called Mouse last time?" Yang Yitian pondered for a while, looked at Wang Xiaobei who was restless and said, "You go to him, he will help you solve it."

"Okay!" At this point, Wang Xiaobei has no choice, but fortunately, he can see that Brother Mouse is very afraid of Yang Yitian, and he is still a sworn enemy with Brother Bald Crow.

"By the way, cousin-in-law, I don't know your name yet." Wang Xiaobei scratched his head with a silly smile, and Yang Yitian said calmly: "Yang Yitian, I have nothing to do with Xiao Ya, don't call me cousin-in-law again."

"Okay, then I'll call you Brother, Brother Tian!" Wang Xiaobei laughed.

Yang Yitian raised his head, looked at the sky covered by dark clouds, and said lightly: "The tree wants to be calm and the wind keeps blowing, it's going to rain."

"Well, maybe it's about to go down!" Wang Xiaobei also looked at the dark sky, and replied foolishly, not understanding at all what Yang Yitian's words meant.

"Go back!" Yang Yitian said and left the lawn, but when he returned to Xiao Ya's ward, several policemen just came out of it.

"Squadron leader, it's him!" Seeing Yang Yitian's familiar face, a small patrolman pointed at him and said to the middle-aged man next to him.

Yang Yitian squinted his eyes. This little patrolman was the one who drove him and Xiao Ya to the hospital last night. Later, after the doctor finished the surgery for Xiao Ya, he followed him inseparably, and he threw him off on the way up.