The supreme master of the female president

Anju Community is located in the east of Haicheng. The environment here is very ordinary, and the buildings are relatively old. It has been established for at least 34 years.

He Yong was carrying a small bag in his hand, which contained a warm fish porridge, which he specially cooked and brought back for a woman to drink.

In the main building of unit B, He Yong took the old-fashioned elevator, stopped on the fifth floor, walked to the door at the end, and knocked lightly.

"Squeak~~~"

The sound of opening the door sounded, and a woman in conservative pajamas appeared before He Yong's eyes, and said softly, "You're back."

Looking at this woman's delicate face, He Yong bit the corner of his mouth, hesitantly wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it, and smiled softly: "Yes, did Wuxin sleep? Fish porridge!"

"Well, come in first!" The woman opened the door, and He Yong walked in, but at the moment it was closed, she suddenly stopped what she was doing, as if she felt that someone was peeking at her from the corner.

However, the woman looked into the corner, but she didn't find anyone. She smiled softly, thinking that she was thinking too much, and closed the door.

At the corner of the corner, Yang Yitian leaned sideways against the wall, his face flushed abnormally, his breathing was particularly rapid and tense, and at the same time, tears rolled in his eyes, flowing uncontrollably down that stern face.

I didn't see her for two years, but Yang Yitian recognized it at a glance. This woman with a beautiful face and a little more charm is his wife Jiang Xinyao!
"Xin Yao. You're still alive, you're really alive, but why didn't you come back to me, why?" Yang Yitian's eyes were red and bloodshot, he clenched his fists hard, his fingertips sank deep into the flesh, bloodshot The blood kept falling down the gap.

At this moment, Yang Yitian's excitement was on the verge. For two years, for two full years, he lived in endless self-blame, wishing that Jiang Xinyao was still alive and would return to his side all the time.

However, in Ningjiang, he looked forward and hoped, but he never saw Jiang Xinyao appearing. Gradually, his heart was ashamed, and he didn't dare to hold on to any hope. Now he found that the woman he was worried about was still alive and well, and she was with other men. Living under the same roof, Yang Yitian's heart felt as if it had been hacked into pieces, bleeding from the pain.

"Honey, do you hate that I didn't choose you and the child at the beginning, and didn't want to come back to face me?" Yang Yitian's throat rolled down tears, he really wanted to rush in, and asked Jiang Xinyao if she was right, but he didn't Just can't take that step.

In the house with one living room and two rooms, He Yong put the fish porridge on the glass table, looked at the pretty woman, and said with a smile: "Xin Yao, drink the porridge while it's hot, I'll go and see Wu Xin."

Looking at He Yong's back and his gentle tone, Jiang Xinyao pursed her thin lips lightly, and her clear eyes were a bit complicated. This man not only saved her back then, but also kept silently paying for herself. clear.

He Yong stepped into the room and came to a soft bed. He saw a little girl over one year old lying under the quilt. Her little lips were slightly red, and she closed her eyes gently. Very similar, very cute and charming.

"It seems that you and him are really similar." He Yong slowly stretched out his hand, caressing the girl's little cheek, Yang Yitian's stern face appeared in his mind, and his heart was inexplicably tingling and uneasy.

He is very afraid that the present warmth will be destroyed by a sudden person in a short time.

"Wuxin, I won't let anyone take you and Xinyao away from me!" He Yong gritted his teeth hard. Although this warmth is like a bubble, he absolutely wants to defend his happiness. No one can come Destruction, unless Jiang Xinyao wants to leave by herself.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Xinyao, who had finished her fish porridge, came in from the living room and asked in a lively voice.

"It's okay." He Yong concealed the emotions in his heart, turned his head and smiled, and said gently: "I'm going to take a bath, can you help me put down the hot water?"

Jiang Xinyao was slightly startled, because it was the first time for He Yong to tell her to do something.

Jiang Xinyao lightly tapped her forehead, entered the bathroom, and filled He Yong's bath water.

He Yong stayed in the room, hesitated for a long time, finally took a deep breath, lifted the mattress gently, took out a piece of paper folded in half, and put it in his bag.

A few minutes later, Jiang Xinyao came back, and said softly, "The bath water is ready, go take a bath!"

"Okay, it's getting late, you should go to bed earlier!" He Yong smiled softly
"En!" Jiang Xinyao responded softly, and after He Yong walked out, she gently closed the door and locked it as usual.

"Wuxin." Jiang Xinyao half-lyed beside the bed, reached out to touch her daughter's small face, then lowered her head to kiss her lightly, turned off the desk lamp and closed her eyes.

bathroom.

He Yong didn't take a shower, he took out the folded paper in the bag, spread it out and stared at the man inside, exactly the same as the Yang Yitian he saw at the fish porridge shop tonight.

More than a year ago, He Yong saw this sketch by accident. At that time, he guessed that this man was Jiang Xinyao's husband and Wuxin's father. That's why he recognized Yang Yitian.

Moreover, during that time, He Yong could often hear Jiang Xinyao sobbing at night. Although it was very small, he knew that Jiang Xinyao was crying for a man.

"Xin Yao, sooner or later, I will impress you with my true feelings and make you completely forget about that heartless man!"

Staring at the sketch portrait of Yang Yitian on the paper, He Yong took a deep breath. When he was in the sea, he saved Jiang Xinyao who was on the verge of death. The only thing is that one day, Jiang Xinyao will be able to touch Jiang Xinyao's heart and truly accept herself.

After taking a shower, He Yong came to Jiang Xinyao's door and put his hand on the doorknob, but after a few seconds, he put it back and entered the next room.

the next day.

He Yong got up early in the morning, and before seven o'clock every day, he had to go to the seafood market to buy goods to prepare for the opening of the fish porridge shop.

On the small sofa in the living room, Jiang Xinyao was feeding the child. Seeing He Yong coming out of the room, she said softly: "Breakfast is on the table, you can buy it after you finish eating!"

He Yong nodded, because of unintentional reasons, Jiang Xinyao also got up very early to make breakfast for her one-year-old daughter, otherwise she would cry.

After washing up and having breakfast, He Yong put on his clothes and went out.

However, about 5 minutes later, there was a knock on the door outside.

Jiang Xinyao twitched her eyelashes, thinking that He Yong forgot something, turned around and came back, wiped the corner of her daughter's mouth with a tissue, put the small iron bowl beside her, and opened the door.

However, when Jiang Xinyao opened the door, she saw a man whom she loved and hated all her life!

Outside the door of the "wife", Yang Yitian, who was wearing a formal suit, looked at Jiang Xinyao's face, his eyes were red and filled with mist, his throat rolled and he swallowed hoarsely, trying to say something.

"boom!"

There was a violent door closing sound, and the huge impact directly hit Yang Yitian's nose, blood spurted wildly in all directions instantly, and the bones of the beam were completely shattered.

In the room, Jiang Xinyao was so terrified and shocked that her soul was trembling, her mind was chaotic and blank, her body was tense and trembling, and tears flowed desperately.

She couldn't believe that Yang Yitian would appear here.