The supreme master of the female president

More than half an hour later, the bathroom door opened with a creak, and Jiang Xinyao's ruddy and charming face, like a blooming rose, came out with a smile, looked at Yang Yitian and said, "Honey, I'm done taking a shower! "

Yang Yitian's dark eyes stared at Jiang Xinyao carefully, and found that she had just taken a shower, her skin was so tender that it was a lotus, and her every frown and smile were particularly beautiful.

However, the more normal Jiang Xinyao's emotions behaved, the more uneasy Yang Yitian was. He stepped forward with a solemn face and asked, "Honey, are you okay?"

"It's just taking a bath, what else can I have!" Jiang Xinyao's coquettish eyes gouged out Yang Yitian angrily, then leaned forward, and whispered softly in his ear: "Okay, husband, you will come back tomorrow!" I'm about to go on a business trip, and I'll give you a little surprise, come back soon after taking a shower!"

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows slightly, and heard the shyness in Jiang Xinyao's words, but he didn't have that kind of thought at all right now, he shook his head and said, "Daughter's birthday is tonight, wife, you should be tired too, I may take a longer bath, you go to bed early Don't wait for me!"

Jiang Xinyao's crooked eyelashes trembled, her plain hands in the sleeves of her pajamas were tightly packed into fists, she forced her lips together and smiled, "But I want to wait for you!"

Yang Yitian's expression was deep, and he found that after he rejected Jiang Xinyao, her eye circles gradually turned red, and a little mist spread, and he smiled helplessly: "Okay, wait for me for 10 minutes!"

"En!" Jiang Xinyao nodded bitterly, turned around and walked to the attic, went back to the master bedroom and carried her daughter Yang Wuxin to Yang Xuan's room, then returned to the bed to wait for Yang Yitian.

The next day.

The morning sun reflected in through the window. When Yang Yitian opened his eyes, he found that Jiang Xinyao was not in the bed, but the quilt was still warm. She must have just woken up.

"Dad. Dad." Yang Wuxin, who was playing alone with a doll in his arms by the carpet on the bed, saw his father Yang Yitian woke up, and rushed towards him.

"Little girl!" Yang Yitian pinched Yang Wuxin's cheeks, lifted the quilt and put on his clothes, and said with a smile, "Wuxin, Dad is going away for a few days, you must listen to Mom, otherwise Dad will treat you to dinner when he comes back." Stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots!"

Yang Wuxin blinked her big watery eyes, and seemed to be thinking about her father's words in a daze. After a while, she raised the doll in her hand and babbled, but Yang Yitian couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

"Okay, let's go down!" After Yang Yitian got dressed, he took Yang Wuxin's little hand and walked with her to the attic of the villa.

In the kitchen, Jiang Xinyao, wearing an apron, staggered unsteadily in front of the stove, making breakfast for Yang Yitian, but her face was extremely pale, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Honey, it smells so good, what delicious food do you make?"

Yang Yitian's gentle and magnetic voice came into the kitchen from the outside. Jiang Xinyao turned her head weakly, and was about to say something when suddenly her eyes went dark and she fell to the ground with a bang.

Hearing the commotion in the kitchen, Yang Yitian's complexion changed, he hurriedly picked up Yang Wuxin, and rushed in quickly.

"Wife!"

Seeing Jiang Xinyao who was unconscious on the ground, Yang Yitian's heart twitched violently, and he helped her up in panic, and Yang Wuxin was also frightened, so he burst into tears.

"It's so hot!" When Yang Yitian stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Xinyao, he was frightened by her pale lips and face, as well as her forehead that was so hot that it seemed to be burning. She was fine last night, why did she suddenly There will be severe high fever.

"Mom, mother..." Yang Wuxin cried with her small hands, pushing and calling her mother Jiang Xinyao, wanting her to wake up and take care of herself.

"Wuxin, don't be afraid, mom is fine, go with dad, we'll take her to the hospital!" Yang Yitian picked up Jiang Xinyao with one hand, and Yang Wuxin with the other, sat in the Maserati president, and stepped on the gas pedal to the hospital. rush to.

People's Hospital.

In the emergency ward, the doctor in a white coat and a mask drew blood for Jiang Xinyao's examination, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you her husband?"

Yang Yitian was coaxing his crying daughter. When he heard the doctor's question, he nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, I am!"

"Your husband is incompetent. She has a severe high fever of 42 degrees, and you only brought her here. If it is a few hours later, it is very likely that her head will be burnt out!" The doctor said in a tone. If he knew that Jiang Xinyao was sick and cooked breakfast for Yang Yitian, he might yell at her.

"But she was fine last night, and there was no sign of a high fever at all!" Yang Yitian was very puzzled. After he and Jiang Xinyao finished their affairs last night, they hugged each other and fell asleep. It stands to reason that it is impossible for her to have a seizure High fever!
"That's why I said that your husband is not competent at all. She has a high fever because of a cold and a cold!" The doctor locked his forehead tightly and continued: "I will put her on a fever-reducing intravenous drip first, and when she wakes up, you will have a high fever!" Ask her if she caught a cold and got the wind chill!"

"Okay, please!" Yang Yitian took a deep breath, carried his daughter Yang Wuxin to the bedside, and looked at Jiang Xinyao, who was pale and bloodless, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Mom." Yang Wuxin's eyes were watery, and she reached out to Jiang Xinyao with her little hand, wanting to go to her mother's side.

"Wuxin, mom is fine!" Yang Yitian sighed and kept comforting Yang Wuxin.

buzzing.
Suddenly, Yang Yitian's cell phone rang, and he took it out to take a look. After hesitating for a few seconds, he didn't leave the ward, but connected next to the unconscious Jiang Xinyao.

"Yitian, are you here?" A smart and pleasant voice came from the phone.

"Sorry, Xinyao has a high fever, I may have to go later!" Yang Yitian said looking at Jiang Xinyao in the hospital bed.

"." There was silence on the phone for a while, then she said softly, "Well, I can understand, after all, she is your legal wife!"

After chatting for a few minutes, Yang Yitian hung up the phone, put away the phone, and sat quietly by the bedside to wait.

However, what Yang Yitian didn't know was that when he was talking to Liu Yanran just now, Jiang Xinyao's lightly closed eyelashes trembled, and her fingers moved slightly together.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Xinyao, who had slept for several hours, slowly opened her eyes, her chapped lips were very hoarse, "Old man water."

Hearing Jiang Xinyao's voice, Yang Yitian, who was indifferent and deep in thought a second ago, shuddered and said hastily, "Honey, do you want some water? I'll pour it for you now!"