My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 400

This night, Yang Xinyi lost sleep completely.

Xiao Fangfang wants to sleep with her. Yang Xinyi flatly refuses. She doesn't want to sleep with a female man.

I don't know why. I'm used to sleeping with Ye Xiong. When I sleep with him, Yang Xinyi doesn't feel sick at all.

But thinking of sleeping with Xiao Fangfang, she felt inexplicable rejection.

She was taught by him that she was used to his existence, used to sleeping with him, and used to having him.

However, he broke his heart again and again.

Yang Xinyi tossed and turned. She didn't sleep all night. She didn't close her eyes when she thought of getting along with him.

The next morning, when Yang Xinyi woke up, she found her eyes swollen.

When she went downstairs, Xiao Fangfang saw her and cried out.

"No, is it worth crying for a man?" Xiao Fangfang was speechless.

"Who cried? I'm just not used to your bed. You don't know. I have great resistance to the strange environment." Yang Xinyi explained.

"Don't explain. Since you are so sad, you might as well get along with him." Xiao Fangfang looked at her and said painfully, "although the stallion's character is a little cheap and playful, I think he still loves you. We can see it from calling us last night."

"Fangfang, did you get any advantage from him to be a lobbyist?"

"No, no, absolutely not." Xiao Fangfang pointed to the sky and said, "I can swear to God that he never called me and didn't let me be a lobbyist."

"I now see who swear that they think they are lying to me?" Yang Xinyi pulled at the corners of her mouth.

"I just told you from the standpoint of a friend. Think about it. A man like a stallion is handsome, has a lot of money, can fight, and has a sweet mouth. " Xiao Fangfang pointed out Ye Xiong's advantages and continued: "where can a man like him not flirt? Men have an emperor's heart. Just open one eye and close the other. When he is tired of playing, he will naturally feel that his wife is good and will come back obediently. "

"I'm still tired of playing. When he's tired, I don't know how many green hats I've worn on my head." Yang Xinyi's face is black.

"Please, the green hat is brought by a man."

"Anyway, I can't accept the smell of other women in him. I'm determined to leave him this time." Yang Xinyi has a firm attitude.

"How many times have you said this?"

"Believe it or not, I believe it anyway."

After that, Yang Xinyi drove back to her hometown.

She hasn't been back to her hometown for a long time, so that many neighbors don't know her.

Yang Xinyi's childhood is not as happy as other little girls. It can be said that the childhood memories of other children are nightmares in her.

From primary school, her parents carried out military training for her. In addition to her homework in class, her extracurricular time was full. Various extracurricular courses, such as English, art, speech and brain development, filled her childhood.

She can't play sand, marbles, little dolls, or even playing cards.

All the fun of childhood, she did not.

At first, she hated her parents very much. Later, she went to school. Among her peers, her grades have always been the first. She left the people in the same period far away. Only then did she know her parents' good intentions.

From primary school, junior high school, high school to university, she is a Xueba.

Apart from the pressure he Mengji had given her in middle school, no one could match her in exam results.

It is precisely because of her father's intensive training that Yang Xinyi's independent character has been achieved.

Gao Leng, with vigorous and resolute efforts, has developed Xinyi Group into the most famous enterprise in Jiangnan. She has won the titles of top ten young entrepreneurs and top ten outstanding young people in the province.

I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time. Yang Xinyi feels a little strange.

She parked her car at the door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened and Zhao Lizhen appeared at the door.

"Xinyi, come on, come in."

"Mom, are there any guests at home?" Yang Xinyi asked strangely.

She saw an imported Mercedes Benz parked there, worth millions.

"A friend of your father's in Beijing is coming. Sit at home and go in!" Zhao Lizhen said.

On the second floor, I saw Yang Dingguo and an old man in his fifties wearing Tang clothes in the living room.

Although the old man was old, he was hale and hearty, his eyes were bright and full of the breath of the superior.

Although the drum breath is very strong, it can not reach the point of domineering. There is also a drum of forbearance in the strong, which shows that he is not alone, but someone is pressing on it.

How to describe this feeling? He is like a housekeeper of a large family.

"Xinyi, sit down."