The supreme master of the female president

On this day, Yang Yitian arranged the company's affairs, as well as various originally planned itineraries, and planned to spend more than half a month to bring his wife Jiang Xinyao and daughter to enjoy the warm trip of the family of three, making up for the past two years. The debt of mother and daughter.

In the master bedroom of the villa, Yang Yitian sat on the bed, approaching Jiang Xinyao's face, and asked with a smile, "Honey, have you chosen a place? Are we at home or abroad?"

Jiang Xinyao took a mobile phone and browsed the beautiful scenery of various places. She was a little uncertain, and said softly: "Husband, you should choose. As long as you are by my side, I am willing to go wherever I go!"

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows. To be honest, he didn't want to go abroad, so he thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: "Honey, why don't we stay in China and spend more than half a month to visit all the tourist attractions in the western region?" !"

"Going to the Western Territory?" Jiang Xinyao twitched her crooked eyelashes. Cities such as Ningjiang and the coast are under the jurisdiction of the Northern Territory, and they are a bit far away from the Western Territory. The journey alone takes two or three days.

"Yes, I have been to the western region several times. The scenery and environment there are better than many places in China. It is very suitable for us to relax." Yang Yitian said with a faint smile.

"Well, husband, I listen to you!" Jiang Xinyao nodded lightly, no matter where Yang Yitian wanted to go, she would accompany her husband.

"Okay then, wife, pack your things first, I'll ask someone to book a flight ticket to the western region, and we'll leave tomorrow morning!" Yang Yitian smiled tenderly.

"Husband, we are taking our daughter on a trip, should we tell Xiaoxuan first, so that she can accompany Duoduo on weekends?" Jiang Xinyao asked in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll tell her now!" Yang Yitian took out his mobile phone, dialed Yang Xuan, told her about his trip with Jiang Xinyao, and told her to stay in the hotel with Xu Duoduo on weekends.

"Brother, I understand, you and sister-in-law should have fun and stay with her!" Yang Xuan said obediently.

After chatting for a long time, Yang Yitian hung up the phone, lay on his back on the soft bed, hugged the daughter next to him, put it on his body and smiled: "By the way, my wife, when is my daughter's birthday?"

Jiang Xinyao's eyes were soft, recalling the heart-piercing pain when she gave birth in Haicheng Hospital, she said softly: "The thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month!"

"The thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month!" Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows and counted the days. It is less than a month before his daughter Yang Wuxin's birthday.

"Honey, when it's my daughter's birthday, I'll give you both a surprise!" Yang Yitian rubbed his daughter's tender face and smiled.

"Well, I look forward to that day!" Jiang Xinyao nodded softly. The birthday of her daughter Yang Wuxin on the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month is also an important day for her, because she became a mother that day.

"Come here, baby, let Dad see how many baby teeth you have grown!" Yang Yitian grabbed his daughter's chin and gently pulled it down, revealing a mouthful of small white teeth.

"Father, I'm thirsty." Yang Wuxin babbled, except for some very complicated words, she already knew how to say those simple ones.

"Want to drink water, daddy will pour it for you!" Yang Yitian gently and caringly picked up his daughter, went to the balcony of the bedroom, and took a cup of warm water from the water dispenser.

Looking at the intimacy between Yang Yitian and Yang Wuxin's father and daughter, Jiang Xinyao's heart filled with warmth. This is the life she has always wanted. She secretly made up her mind to absolutely guard this sweetness and not let anyone destroy it.

"Husband, the weather is already very cold. When we come back from our honeymoon, I'll knit a sweater for you and your daughter!" Jiang Xinyao whispered.

"Knit a sweater?" Yang Yitian paused, his eyes showed doubts, can Jiang Xinyao know how to knit a sweater?

Feeling Yang Yitian's strange gaze, Jiang Xinyao gouged him coquettishly in her heart, and hummed: "Why, what kind of eyes are you, you don't believe me, do you?"

"How could it be!" Yang Yitian hurriedly smiled awkwardly, returned to Jiang Xinyao, put her daughter aside, hugged her body in his arms, and said with a wicked smile: "If you really know how to weave, then you will remember Make it into a couple sweater, and then embroider our names in the middle, so that when you wear it, you will think of each other, love each other!"

"Got it, it's really a lot of requests, otherwise you can do it yourself!" Jiang Xinyao rolled her eyes coquettishly. She learned a lot in Haicheng in those two years. She learned knitting from He Yong's mother, and she also had According to her vague impression, she secretly knitted a sweater for Yang Yitian, but she tore it up halfway through. As for the reason, perhaps only she knew.

Yang Yitian chuckled, remembered something, and asked, "Honey, I remember He Yong gave you a piece of paper when I went to Haicheng to pick you up last time. What's in it?"

"None of your business!" Jiang Xinyao snorted.

"You, Jiang Xinyao, are my wife. It must be none of my business. If it's a love letter or something, should I burn it?" Yang Yitian was a little serious. It's deep, and I haven't seen it all the time.

"Love letter, you are tall!" Jiang Xinyao scolded angrily, then got up and walked out of the room, and came back not long after, holding the piece of paper that He Yong gave her back then.

"See for yourself!" Jiang Xinyao threw it to Yang Yitian.

Yang Yitian spread it out with a sneer, but when he saw the contents of the paper, his dark eyes froze for a moment.

Isn't this my own sketch? Even the inconspicuous knife mark on the forehead is very clearly drawn, and there is a small line of delicate characters beside it.

"The sea water pierces the bones!"

"Cold Heart's Sorrow!"

"Acacia day and night!"

"Love and hate intertwined!"

"Abandoned and lost!"

"I hope you will come!"

After reading these few lines, Yang Yitian felt as if a boulder was pressing on his chest, he was a little out of breath, and looked at Jiang Xinyao with complicated eyes.

With these few lines, she expressed her longing for herself, as well as her resentment and love and hatred.

"Wife" Yang Yitian's throat seemed to be stuck with thousands of needles, and he wanted to say something hoarsely, but could he express it in good words?

Jiang Xinyao smiled bitterly, and said softly: "It's all over."

Yang Yitian stepped forward, hugged Jiang Xinyao tightly with his hands, buried his head on her thin shoulders, and said affectionately: "Honey, I love you, I will never let go of your hand in this life!"

"Husband, I love you too!" Jiang Xinyao's moved eyes were slightly misty, and tears fell down.

She gave everything she had to this man. Yang Yitian had already betrayed her once, if he betrayed her again, it would be thousands of times more painful than killing her.