Domineering president, forgive me

Jiang Yuanzhou hurried back to the villa and ignored the maid's greetings. Now he wants to see only one person, Xiang Yang.

When he came to the door of the room, he opened the door after he had made full preparations. Xiangyang put his hands on his knees and did it helplessly on the bed. Jiang Yuanzhou was very distressed.

"Have something to eat!" The maid had just put the porridge and dishes on the table beside the bed. It was Xiangyang's favorite porridge. Jiang Yuanzhou picked it up and sat beside her, comforting her gently.

Xiangyang was immersed in his own world. He turned a deaf ear to Jiang Yuanzhou's kindness. His face was as white as paper, as if it would disappear in the next moment.

"Think about the two children, Dousha is still so small! Are you willing for him to see you like this? " Jiang Yuanzhou is very glad that he still has children. This topic can recall Xiang Yang.

The topic of the two children softened the expression on Xiangyang's face.

"Think of the children. If they come back and see you so haggard, they will be distressed."

A hesitation flashed across Xiangyang's face. She had no appetite at all, but she really couldn't support the funeral for her father without eating.

Thinking of the funeral, she was angry again. With a big hand, she threw the hot porridge to the ground. Jiang Yuanzhou couldn't avoid being scalded, and the back of her hand was red.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Yang flashed a trace of annoyance at the bottom of his eyes and was soon replaced by resentment. This man was her enemy who killed her father. Even if it wasn't him, he had something to do with him. He must not let him go because of his temporary softness.

Xiangyang comforted himself again and again, successfully hypnotized himself, and turned a blind eye to Jiang Yuanzhou's injury.

Jiang Yuanzhou picked up the paper towel on the table and wiped the soup off the back of his hand. The back of his hand was unusually red and swollen. He opened his mouth and wanted to tell Xiangyang about the recording to get her forgiveness.

But this matter is not so simple. They have not found out who the murderer is. If Mao's rash action is easy to scare the snake, it will not be easy to end the matter at that time. This is not what he wants to see.

"I'll ask the servant to bring you another one." The white rice porridge just fell to the ground. Not only the carpet was dirty, but also the sheets on the bed had some rice grains. Jiang Yuanzhou quickly asked someone to change it.

In this process, Xiangyang always maintains its original posture, as if he doesn't care about their behavior.

What the maid brought up in her heart was preserved egg and lean meat porridge. The white rice and preserved egg were closely blended together and looked very appetizing.

"Preserved egg porridge is so delicious. How much do you eat?"

Jiang Yuanzhou just carried the porridge close to Xiangyang. She seemed to feel the same again. Without looking, she swept things to the ground.

Once, twice, three times

Jiang Yuanzhou was angry, not because her hands were scalded one after another, but because she didn't cherish herself.

There was a big difference in strength between men and women. Xiangyang was not a Hercules. No matter how she struggled, it was useless. She was soon firmly held in her arms by Jiang Yuanzhou.

He roughly kissed Xiangyang's red lips and even roughly pried open her closed teeth. The more Xiangyang struggled, the stronger Jiang Yuanzhou was.

Slowly Xiangyang seemed to know Jiang Yuanzhou's intention and released the man: "don't make trouble now?"

"I'm not making trouble. I'm awake." The hatred in Xiangyang's eyes made Jiang Yuanzhou uncomfortable.

"Awake? Are you really awake? How sad would he be if you let your father-in-law know that you abused yourself as soon as he left? "

"I just want him to know."

Referring to Xiang Zhenyu, Xiang Yang couldn't stop crying for a long time: "if it weren't for you, he would still stay with me now. I hate you, you murderer."

"If you hate me, you should eat enough to have the strength to hate me. You cherish your life so much. I'm sorry for your father-in-law's spirit in heaven. Moreover, even if you hate me, hunger strike is what kind of revenge. You are free to suffer."

Although Jiang Yuanzhou intends to correct and let Xiang Yang understand that he is innocent, the behind the scenes man hiding in the dark will see all this clearly. He must take the overall situation into account and can't take this risk.

"Bring it here. I want to eat." I have to admit that what Jiang Yuanzhou said is indeed reasonable. How can she make her relatives hurt her enemies fast.

Xiangyang took the initiative to ask for dinner, which made Jiang Yuanzhou secretly relieved. Then she was worried. Now she must treat him as an enemy who killed her father. How should they get along in the next period of time?

Jiang Yuanzhou brought it over. As soon as Xiang Yang lowered her head, she saw the back of Jiang Yuanzhou's red hand. It was particularly dazzling. She turned her head to one side uneasily: "put it on the table and I'll eat it myself."

"I feed you, too.

"I eat it myself."

Xiangyang's determination made Jiang Yuanzhou give up his persistence. After putting the porridge on the table, he went aside and stood. The porridge was delicious. Even Xiangyang, who had no appetite, thought he could have another bowl.

Every time she took a bite, she felt that Jiang Yuanzhou's eyes were dazzling. Although Jiang Yuanzhou had lowered his sense of existence, they had been together for so long that Xiang Yang soon noticed them.

She threw the bowl aside and began to be silent again.

"What's the matter?" Just now Mingming was eating well. What happened? Jiang Yuanzhou was worried. The hand on his hand was hanging. Xiang Yang frowned and stared at the red hand. Her tears fell uncontrollably. She didn't want to hurt him just now.

Xiangyang cried, and Jiang Yuanzhou's hurried comfort was ineffective: "don't be sad, tell me what happened?"

Jiang Yuanzhou was as anxious as the ants in the hot nest. It was useless to persuade each other with good words and force each other with evil words. He had to sit in a chair and worry.

"You're trying to kill me. What's the matter? Don't cry."

At this time, Xiangyang was like a primary school student. The more her companions comforted her, the more sad she was. Jiang Yuanzhou couldn't ask why, so he had to stand aside and worry.

With his hands on his hips, he seemed to be thinking about what to do to solve the problem. Inadvertently, he saw Xiangyang hanging his head, as if looking at his injured hand.

In order to verify the authenticity of his discovery, Jiang Yuanzhou put his hand on his chin and found that Xiang Yang's sight had been turning with him.

He asked uncertainly, "do you want me to deal with the wound on my hand?"

Xiangyang didn't answer for a long time. From her absent-minded eyes, Jiang Yuanzhou seemed to see a positive answer. She gently shook Xiangyang. After she recovered, she continued to ask, "do you want me to deal with the injured wound first?"

It seems that after half a century, Xiang Yang nodded slightly. It was such a small action that made Jiang Yuanzhou happy. She still loved herself and cared about herself.

The grievances just disappeared at this moment. Jiang Yuanzhou felt as if he had eaten preserves. It was very sweet.