The supreme master of the female president

"That's right, the child accidentally knocked the water in the cup into the high-definition camera, destroying the film." The photographer said with a guilty conscience, his eyes dodging.

Hearing this, Yang Yitian narrowed his eyes into a straight line, first chatted with his younger sister Yang Xuan, then hung up the phone with a calm expression, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the photographer's chest, sending him flying out.

"what!"

Like a kite with a broken string, the photographer fell heavily to the ground, clutching his chest and wailing in pain.

Yang Yitian's sudden outburst shocked several staff members in the wedding photography, hurriedly stepped forward to help the photographer up, glared at Yang Yitian angrily, and cursed: "How can you hit someone with your hands? ah!"

"Husband!" Jiang Xinyao was also a little stunned, not understanding why he, who was calm just a second ago, would suddenly attack the photographer.

Yang Yitian was expressionless, and said in a deep voice: "The film was not damaged by his child as he said. Just now Xiaoxuan called me and said that someone had sent our wedding photos to my home."

Hearing Yang Yitian's words, Jiang Xinyao was startled, and a little confused. Since the wedding photos were sent to her home, why did the photographer insist that the film was broken and needed to be re-shot.

The photographer, whose face was pale and bloodless, covered his chest with his hands. After hearing Yang Yitian's words, he still cared about the pain there, and became panicked and panicked, knowing that he couldn't hide it now.

"I'll give you one last chance. If you don't tell the whole story in detail, I'll ask someone to dismantle your wedding photography room and throw you into the Ningjiang River to feed the fish. If you don't believe me, come and try it. Am I joking?" Yang Yitian looked down at the photographer, his deep and dark eyes were ice-cold, releasing a fierceness that oppressed people so hard to breathe.

Looking into Yang Yitian's dark eyes, the photographer shuddered all over, his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, his heart seemed to be crushed by a devil.

Terrified, the photographer trembled and told all about the film being bought by a strange man for 100 million.

"Tell me what he looks like, his features, his age and height." Yang Yitian's cold eyes showed a deep chill, and he guessed that the man who bought the negatives was probably the last time he was on the beach by the sea , the person who hid in secret and watched when Jiang Xinyao put the tear of an angel on her ring finger.

"He is wearing a black suit. He is thin and tall. He is about 26 or seven years old. He has a very serious expression. When he speaks to him, he speaks with a typical Beijing accent. He should be from the capital." The photographer dared not Concealed, told Yang Yitian all the characteristics of the man who bought the film in great detail.

Yang Yitian's forehead was wrinkled tightly, as if he had vaguely guessed something, his eyes gradually sank.

"I'm sorry, I was deceived by lard, but spending 100 million yuan to buy negatives is too attractive, and I can't refuse at all, so I'm sorry, please forgive me." The photographer was ashamed Said.

Yang Yitian's face was sullen, and he wanted to teach the photographer a lesson, but Jiang Xinyao took his hand, shook his head gently, and said softly: "Husband, since someone sent the wedding photos to the house, let's go back first. "

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows, glanced coldly at the photographer, and left the wedding photography with Jiang Xinyao.

In the sea view villa, Yang Xuan looked at the wedding photos in the living room, with a warm smile on her innocent face, because she felt the happiness and sweetness of her brother and sister-in-law from the pictures.

Half an hour later, the sound of a car's engine came from outside, and then Yang Yitian and Jiang Xinyao appeared in front of Jiang Xinyao's eyes.

Yang Xuan no longer complained about not inviting Xiao Ya back to the wedding like she did in the morning. She said softly, "Brother and sister-in-law, you are back, here are the wedding photos."

"Yeah!" Jiang Xinyao smiled softly, she walked quickly to Yang Xuan's side, her beautiful eyes looked at the wedding photo on the ground, and her eye circles were flushed with emotion.

The wedding photos are beautifully taken, all angles are particularly good, and the color of the background has been modified to make it very romantic and sweet.

"Sister-in-law, the wedding photo taken by you and brother is so beautiful!" Yang Xuan laughed softly.

Jiang Xinyao's heart was as sweet as eating honey, and she couldn't see that her eyes were red because of the wedding photos before, so angry that she choked up her voice.

"Husband, let's hang this photo on the bedside, shall we?" Jiang Xinyao's slender hand pointed to a photo of Yang Yitian who was hugged by a princess, hugging her in a wedding dress, and kissing each other lightly.

"Okay, listen to you!"

Yang Yitian smiled softly, but the expression in his eyes was slightly deep. He had already guessed who sent these photos.

Yang Xuan suddenly remembered something, handed a film to Yang Yitian, and said softly: "Brother, when those porters brought the wedding photos, they gave me this back."

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows. This film is mostly a negative of his and Jiang Xinyao's wedding photos. When the wedding is held, it will be played on LED.

Jiang Xinyao looked at the film, but she wisely kept silent, and didn't ask about the wedding photos and negatives, who bought them, and who made them and sent them to them.

"Let's hang up the wedding photos first, and then let your father hand over the negatives to the wedding company. Let them handle the wedding process." Yang Yitian smiled lightly, picked up the wedding photo that Jiang Xinyao mentioned, and entered the room hung on the bed.

Jiang Xinyao stood aside affectionately, the happiness in her heart was written all over her face.

"Honey, what do you think of this position?" Yang Yitian held up the wedding photo, placed it in the middle of the bed, and asked Jiang Xinyao's opinion.

"Well, it's very suitable." Jiang Xinyao's eyes were tender, and she lightly nodded her head.

"Okay!" After fixing the wedding photo, Yang Yitian came to Jiang Xinyao, put his arms around her slender waist, and said with a tender smile on the corner of his mouth: "You are the president of a listed company, don't cry about this next time, or it will be very difficult for you." shameful."

"Are you despising me?" Jiang Xinyao snorted coquettishly. She did that because she cared, otherwise, how could she be emotionally abnormal.

"How come, I actually understand!" Yang Yitian sighed, he could see that Jiang Xinyao loved him very much, and he loved him to the bone.

But, as for myself, do you really love her as much as she loves herself?