The supreme master of the female president

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Jiang Xinyao, wearing a faint gauze nightgown, came softly behind Yang Yitian and asked softly, "Yitian, do you have something on your mind?"

Yang Yitian turned his head slightly, smelling Jiang Xinyao's body fragrance wafting from Jiang Xinyao's body, answered the question with a light smile and said, "You smell very fragrant!"

Jiang Xinyao's face was pink, she angrily gouged out Yang Yitian, and said coquettishly, "Hurry up and take a bath!"

"Wait first!" Yang Yitian stretched out his hand, and gently hugged Jiang Xinyao, who was out of the lotus, into his arms, and put his face close to her cheeks, and asked, "Xinyao, do you really want to marry me?" Is it, or did you take this step because of the child?"

Jiang Xinyao pursed her thin mouth, then looked at Yang Yitian tenderly, and said softly, "Both!"

Yang Yitian smiled deeply, hugged Jiang Xinyao's fragrant shoulders tightly, rolled on the soft bed, and said tenderly beside her earlobe: "I will give you a very romantic wedding!"

"En!" Jiang Xinyao's eyes moved, she dreamed that she could marry Yang Yitian and become this man's real wife, instead of being anonymous like she is now.

"Let's take wedding photos these few days, then choose a date to register for marriage, and then hold a luxurious and romantic wedding, so that everyone will know that you, Jiang Xinyao, are my woman." Yang Yitian's tone was very affectionate, Jiang Xinyao was more than two pregnant It's been a month, if it continues to drag on, her belly will get bigger and bigger, which will make her feel insecure.

"Yitian, I love you." After Jiang Xinyao said tenderly, she gently closed her eyes, waiting for Yang Yitian to kiss her.

However, Jiang Xinyao waited for a long time, but there was no response. She couldn't help but opened her eyes in confusion, and found that Yang Yitian was looking at her with a smirk.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Yitian's eyes made Jiang Xinyao both ashamed and angry, her cheeks were so red that she was about to drip water, and she gave him a hard look.

The corners of Yang Yitian's mouth curled into an arc, and he smiled evilly and said, "I suddenly don't dare to kiss you anymore."

"Why?" Jiang Xinyao was taken aback, slightly flustered, thinking that her kissing skills were too poor, and she bit Yang Yitian's lips, making him unhappy.

"Of course." Yang Yitian stopped in the middle of speaking, then leaned close to Jiang Xinyao's earlobe, and continued talking in a low voice.

The more Jiang Xinyao listened, the more blushed her face became, and she couldn't help but burst out at the end. Her bright teeth bit Yang Yitian's shoulder forcefully, and shyly gnashed her teeth and said angrily: "Okay, you Yang Yitian, you actually despise me now!" Really, you shameless bastard!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Xinyao shyly pushed Yang Yitian away, covered her head with the quilt, and with her two slender legs, she did not forget to kick him like a little rabbit to express her anger.

Yang Yitian smiled. When he left the bed and wanted to take a bath, the rainy night sky outside suddenly rumbled like a wild beast, and an extremely dull thunder and lightning exploded.

Jiang Xinyao on the bed trembled, hurriedly lifted the quilt and hugged Yang Yitian tightly, and said in shock: "Yitian, don't go, I'm afraid!"

Yang Yitian frowned. Jiang Xinyao had known about the thunderstorm for a long time, and comforted him gently, "Don't be afraid that I won't leave!"

Jiang Xinyao hugged her tightly, and Yang Yitian put his hands on her fragrant shoulders, giving her a warm sense of security.

A quarter of an hour later, the night sky where the rain was torrential was no longer filled with thunder, and Jiang Xinyao's panic gradually calmed down.

"Xinyao, tell me!" Yang Yitian patted Jiang Xinyao on the back, guessing that there must be some reason why she was afraid of thunder, and it might even be her indelible shadow.

Jiang Xinyao hugged Yang Yitian tightly, biting the corner of her lips and did not speak for a long time. She will never forget in her life more than ten years ago, on that night when there was thunder and lightning, the storm, and her mother died to protect herself.

Yang Yitian didn't continue to press, because he knew that Jiang Xinyao didn't want to talk, because she definitely didn't want to recall that nightmare. If she kept asking, it would only be counterproductive, and her bloody scar would be uncovered.

"Yitian, when there is thunder in the future, you have to stay by my side and not leave, okay?" Jiang Xinyao whispered softly in Yang Yitian's arms.

"Okay!" Yang Yitian nodded heavily, and hugged Jiang Xinyao's weak body even tighter.

The torrential rain outside the window has been falling for a long time without any intention of stopping. The raindrops are like thousands of arrows, crashing against the window.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xinyao gently closed her eyes, and fell asleep in Yang Yitian's arms.

Looking at Jiang Xinyao's charming light sleeping appearance from a close distance, Yang Yitian frowned slightly, his thoughts were turbulent and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The next day, the torrential rain that fell all night had gradually stopped.

Jiang Xinyao moved her eyelashes, and slowly opened her eyelids, realizing that she had been leaning on Yang Yitian's chest in one position all night.

"Are you awake?" Yang Yitian smiled faintly.

"Yitian, you...didn't sleep last night?" Jiang Xinyao pursed her lips apologetically, feeling a little selfish.

However, Yang Yitian patted her forehead, and said with a teasing smile: "If you don't snore and grind your teeth next time, maybe I can hold you and sleep well."

Jiang Xinyao rolled her eyes at Yang Yitian, left his firm embrace, and straightened her messy nightdress.

Yang Yitian got up and stretched his waist, and the bones in his body made crackling sounds. Apparently last night, in order not to disturb Jiang Xinyao, his body stood upright like an old monk in meditation.

"Xinyao, you can drive to the company later, I have something to go out alone to deal with." Yang Yitian said that before he married Jiang Xinyao, he wanted Longsheng Real Estate to repay his sister's blood feud.

"Yes!" Jiang Xinyao didn't ask Yang Yitian what's the matter, and tapped her head nimbly.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Yang Yitian drove the BMW i8, left the sea view villa alone, and rushed to the agreed place with Mo Bai.

Upper Island Cafe.

Mobai, wearing a black suit, was sitting by the window, drinking a cup of latte.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, a black BMW 8 parked outside the coffee shop, and then Yang Yitian walked in.

When Mo Bai saw Yang Yitian, he took out the document bag he had prepared, put it on the table and said, "You owe me another favor."

"Thank you!" Yang Yitian sat down in front of Mo Bai, opened the file bag and glanced at it, which recorded in detail the criminal details of Longsheng Real Estate over the years.