The supreme master of the female president

Outside the door, Yang Yitian covered his nose with his hands, but the scarlet blood overflowed from between his fingers and fell to the ground tick-tock, dyeing his suit red.

"Honey, can you open the door first, let's sit down and have a good talk!" Yang Yitian's voice was hoarse and choked, and he patted on the door gently, hoping that Jiang Xinyao would open it, and explain all this to himself face to face, what happened? thing.

However, no matter what Yang Yitian said, the door was still firmly closed, and Jiang Xinyao inside simply ignored him.

"Wife, I know, you may be resenting me in your heart for not saving you and the child. But you know, I am also very guilty and blame myself, because I did not protect you and the child well, and I am not worthy of being a husband, let alone Be the father of a child. For nearly two years, I have been living in endless pain, thinking about you all the time, looking forward to your return, some things cannot be escaped, please give me a chance to tell, okay? ?!" Yang Yitian's eyes were red and moist, he gritted his teeth in self-blame, tears kept rolling in his eyes.

However, Jiang Xinyao in the room seemed unmoved by Yang Yitian's words, and didn't even say a word.

However, the neighbors living nearby heard the movement here, secretly opened the door a small gap, and looked at Yang Yitian curiously.

Did they know that Jiang Xinyao is He Yong's nominal wife and a one-year-old daughter who bought a suite here for hundreds of thousands more than half a year ago. Come out a man.

Could it be that Jiang Xinyao had married someone before, so didn't He Yong marry a second-hand guy?

Moreover, Yang Yitian also said just now that he is not worthy of being a husband and father. Could it be that He Yong is helping others raise their daughters?

Yang Yitian didn't care about the weird eyes of those people, stood outside the door with a melancholy face, and kept talking in a choked tone, his tone was full of guilt, hoping that Jiang Xinyao would let him in, and talk to each other quietly, and Not just escaping.

"You go, I don't want to see you now, I really don't want to"

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xinyao's cold voice suddenly reached Yang Yitian's ears through the crack of the door.

Hearing this, Yang Yitian's heart felt like being pierced by thousands of needles, bleeding from the pain, and said earnestly and affectionately: "No, I've been looking for you for so long, and I will never let go of your hand no matter what I say this time. !"

"Hehehe, Yang Yitian, you are so ridiculous, get out immediately, I, Jiang Xinyao, never want to see you again in my life!" Jiang Xinyao cried and shouted in the room.

Yang Yitian was heartbroken. He knew that the door was the gap between him and Jiang Xinyao, so he took out the car key of the Maserati president, tore off the key ring abruptly, and inserted it into the door lock to fiddle with it. After a few clicks, it opened with a click.

Jiang Xinyao was startled, she hurriedly wanted to lock it, but was a step too late, Yang Yitian pushed open the door forcefully, and walked in from the outside.

"Honey, I miss you so much!" Yang Yitian stepped forward and hugged Jiang Xinyao's body tightly in his arms. No matter how hard she struggled, she just refused to let go.

"Let me go!" Jiang Xinyao was extremely emotional, crying and shouting hysterically, clawing at Yang Yitian's face with her fingers, pulling out a few bloodstains, and biting her teeth hard on his shoulder.

The pain from his shoulder made Yang Yitian frown slightly, but instead of pushing Jiang Xinyao away, he hugged her even tighter and said with a sour smile: "Don't let go, I won't let go no matter what!"

"Bastard, Yang Yitian, you bastard!" After struggling for a long time, Jiang Xinyao let go of her teeth, the pain suppressed in her heart could no longer be controlled, and in Yang Yitian's firm arms, she burst into tears in a heart-piercing way.

Hearing Jiang Xinyao's crying with extreme grief, and her red, swollen eyes filled with tears, and her sad and sad face, Yang Yitian felt very uncomfortable, leaning against her ear and whispered: "Cry, just cry out." , I know that your heart is very painful, but there is nothing in the world that is difficult, but we are not willing to face it!"

"Why, you have already given up on me and the child, why are you still looking for us now?!" Jiang Xinyao asked with red eyes, two lines of hot tears streaming down her cheeks, sobbing blood.

"Stupid!" Yang Yitian stretched out his hand, wiped away the tears from Jiang Xinyao's cheeks, and said softly, "I never said I would give up on you, but you gave up on me yourself. You are still alive, but you never came back to find me, right? Do you want me to live in pain and guilt for the rest of my life, do you know that I traveled almost everywhere in the country just to find you?"

"Then do you know how much I hate and miss you for more than two years!" Jiang Xinyao couldn't cry, her eyes filled with mist stared at Yang Yitian resentfully.

"I'm sorry," Yang Yitian said guiltily.

"Is it useful to just say I'm sorry? I almost died together with my daughter. Where were you at that time?!" Jiang Xinyao broke into tears and pushed Yang Yitian away with all her strength, her body trembling.

Yang Yitian was speechless. He had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start. Finally, his eyes stayed on the small sofa in the living room, looking at the little girl who was over one year old.

"Is this... our daughter?" Looking at the little girl's cute face, and the way she looked at him quietly, Yang Yitian's heart moved slightly.

"No, she is my daughter and has nothing to do with you!" Jiang Xinyao wiped away her tears, hugged her daughter in her arms, and turned her back to Yang Yitian.

"Wife, I owe you and my daughter, in the future I will."

Yang Yitian wanted to say something, but Jiang Xinyao interrupted her coldly, and said coldly: "Shut up, I'm not your wife!"

"When you closed the door just now, it seemed that the bridge of my nose was broken, and I was a little dizzy." Yang Yitian covered his head with one hand, and sat slowly on the sofa, pretending to be in pain.

Sure enough, Jiang Xinyao looked at Yang Yitian whose clothes, cheeks, neck, and neckline were all stained red with blood. Her eyes were red and wet, and she was filled with deep worry in an instant. The heart that was originally broken and cold became soft at this moment. down.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Xinyao pursed her lips and asked in a worried voice.

Yang Yitian took all of Jiang Xinyao's worries into his eyes, lowered his head in a playful manner, rubbed his nose to let the blood continue to drip, and said in an uncomfortable tone: "I don't know, it just hurts and it's hard to breathe. It may be necessary to have an operation!"