The supreme master of the female president

a few days later.

A white Maserati CEO slowly drove into Ningjiang's jurisdiction. Jiang Xinyao looked at this familiar city, her eyes turned slightly red, and she felt like she had a long, long dream.

"My wife, I haven't been back for more than two years. I miss you very much, don't you?" In the co-pilot, Yang Yitian said with a smile on his face as he held his daughter tenderly with a bandage on his nose.

"En." Jiang Xinyao tapped her forehead lightly. When she was on the coast before, she felt that her days were like years, living in an abyss without light. If her daughter wasn't with her, she didn't know if she would be able to survive.

Fortunately, now that the clouds and mist are cleared to see the sun, all the pain is over, Jiang Xinyaoqiong has a sore nose, and has the urge to cry.

"Mom, mom" At this moment, Yang Wuxin waved her little hands and called out in a childish voice, this cute and cute appearance melted Yang Yitian's heart.

"Wuxin, call Dad, let me listen?" Yang Yitian rubbed his daughter's face. She is over one year old and can say some simple words, such as wanting to drink water, and peeing to the bathroom. He babbled to express it, but he never called himself father.

Yang Wuxin blinked her small eyes, the word "father" was very vague in her world view, because Jiang Xinyao never taught her.

Seeing that Yang Wuxin didn't call him dad, Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows, put her small body on his lap, looked at him directly, and said with a soft smile: "Wuxin is like this, follow me, dad."

"Bababa" Yang Wuxin is like a blank sheet of paper, no matter what others teach her, she will follow and learn. After Yang Yitian said the word "father" and paused for a while, she actually called out vaguely.

"No, it's dad, not papa." Yang Yitian pinched his daughter's cheek and continued to teach with a funny face.

"Papa."

"Still not right, you look at my tone, Dad."

"Papa."

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Jiang Xinyao, who was driving the car, saw the intimate scene between Yang Yitian and her daughter, her starry eyes were full of emotion, and she thought how wonderful it would be if she could be so warm for the rest of her life!
Back at the sea view villa, it was past three o'clock in the afternoon, today is Friday, Xu Duoduo and Yang Xuan are both in school, so there is no one at home.

Jiang Xinyao opened the car door, looked at the house, her heart was throbbing, she finally came back after two years.

"Honey, nothing has changed at home, you are welcome home!" Yang Yitian hugged his daughter and came to Jiang Xinyao with a gentle smile on his face.

Jiang Xinyao hummed softly, stepped on small steps with her heels, and entered the living room of the villa, a deep sense of nostalgia quickly poured into her heart.

"Honey, I swear to you, what happened more than two years ago will never happen again in the future, no matter who it is, we can't separate us, if I can't, then"

"Husband!" Jiang Xinyao broke Yang Yitian's poisonous oath, leaned gently in his arms, and said in a choked voice, "Thank you!"

"You're hungry, I'll go to the kitchen and make some porridge for you!" Yang Yitian smiled gently, gave Jiang Xinyao a hug for his daughter, turned and went into the kitchen.

"Honey, I want to eat the noodles you made!" Jiang Xinyao came behind Yang Yitian with her daughter in her arms, and said softly.

"Okay, I remember that there seems to be dried noodles in the refrigerator, you wait for a while!" Yang Yitian walked to the refrigerator, found a pack of dried noodles, and started to wash pots and boil water.

Looking at Yang Yitian's tall back and his gentle eyes towards her, Jiang Xinyao choked up slightly, thinking that if this is a dream, then never wake up, and she is willing to immerse herself in this kind of happiness for the rest of her life.

Ten minutes later, Yang Yitian put a portion of very fragrant noodles on the kitchen table, and asked Jiang Xinyao to sit down and eat slowly.

Jiang Xinyao picked up the chopsticks and took a sip, her eyes turned red instantly, and tears flowed down her cheeks unstoppably.

"What's the matter, is my cooking not tasty?" Yang Yitian stretched out his hand, knowingly asked with a smile.

With red eyes, Jiang Xinyao shook her head lightly, and said sobbingly: "Honey, you will cook noodles for me for the rest of your life, okay?"

Yang Yitian sighed, nodded solemnly, and assured Jiang Xinyao: "Okay, I will make it for you all my life, until you don't want to eat it anymore!"

"Honey, you're so kind!" Jiang Xinyao's thin lips showed a sweet smile, a smile from the heart.

"Wife, tell me about the life of you and your daughter in the past two years. I want to know!" Yang Yitian looked at Jiang Xinyao with distress. A bit of charm and maternity, like a beautiful rose, gradually faded its brilliance.

Jiang Xinyao was silent for Xiaohui, and told Yang Yitian all of her experience in the past two years, as well as the pain she suppressed in her heart.

After listening to Jiang Xinyao's story, Yang Yitian felt very uncomfortable. It turned out that he had hurt her so deeply that she was afraid and afraid to come back to Ningjiang and come back to meet him.

Yang Yitian put his head close to Jiang Xinyao, kissed her beautiful forehead, and said solemnly: "My wife, what I owe you and my daughter in the past two years, I, Yang Yitian, have worked hard, and I will make it up to you!"

"Husband" Jiang Xinyao was extremely moved, and kissed Yang Yitian affectionately. Finally, the two put their daughter in Yang Xuan's room, returned to their master bedroom, and lay down on the bed hugging each other.

evening.

Yang Yitian got dressed and walked out of the room contentedly, while Jiang Xinyao was lying on the bed, her face was filled with pink, and her breathing was still a little confused.

"Bad guy!" Looking at Yang Yitian's back, the happiness flowing in Jiang Xinyao's eyes and heart was all written on her face.

Suddenly, Jiang Xinyao was startled, and found that the wedding photo hanging above the bed was gone. She didn't ask Yang Yitian, but felt inexplicably sad in her heart.

After a long time, Yang Yitian hugged his daughter and returned to the room. He didn't notice anything unusual, and said with a gentle smile, "My wife, I'm in Houhai District and invested in the construction of a hotel. We won't be cooking tonight, so call Xiaoxuan." Dodo, let's go eat together!"

"Building a hotel?" Jiang Xinyao's eyelashes trembled. Although she hadn't been in contact with the business world for more than two years, she knew very well that hotels were very expensive, and Jiang Tian Group didn't seem to have such strong financial resources.

"Yeah, when I get to the hotel later, I'll talk to you slowly!" Yang Yitian said with a faint smile.