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"Only a few months? "What does that mean?"

She staggered back a few steps and supported herself on the chair. With great difficulty, she steadied herself. However, she found that she was dizzy and her breathing was weak. It was as if her spirit had been sucked out of her.

He walked over, and gently patted her shoulder, and comforted her in a small voice: "Don't worry, I'll communicate with the doctors, I'll try my best to prepare the medicine for Ah Xu, and try my best to save his."

Nanfeng Haozhe patted her shoulders as she shook and thought about her sad and desperate little eyes. He had the impulse to hug her in his arms and protect her.

"Wah …" "Woo woo …"

A heart-wrenching, even hysterical voice appeared at the end of the corridor.

Han Yao curled up her body, raising her head, her pitch black eyes secretly looking in the direction of the voice.

A silver-haired old lady wearing a navy colored flower dress was lying on the stretcher. Tears flowed unceasingly from her wrinkled face.

Han Yao stood up, took a sniff of her nose and looked at the silhouette that had disappeared into the corridor.

"That old lady, her son also had a heart attack and just left. The old lady had always been brave, but her son wasn't very cooperative. Now that her son is gone, the old lady can finally release her emotions … "

The doctor sighed and went back to his office.

That proud and kind back of the red-faced, strong and stubborn old lady had left a deep impression on Han Yao's heart. As an old man and a mother, the old lady clearly knew that her son didn't have much time left, but she had always used her own strength to shoulder everything.

When Han Yao thought of this, she raised a hand to wipe the tears at the corner of her eyes, and once again calmly said. "I've thought it through, no matter how long Ah Xu has left, I will definitely be strong. As an adult, I should be strong. This way, it will benefit Ah Xu's condition. "

"It's good that you can think it through. In the future, if you want to see Ah Xu, remember to call me, I want to come with you as well. "

Han Yao looked at the serious Nanfeng Haozhe, laughed, and nodded.

He looked at the dimples in the corner of her mouth and grinned back.

Walking out of the hospital, the scent of chrysanthemum in the courtyard assaulted his nostrils, sending chills down his spine.

Han Yao took a deep breath, opened her arms, and formed a heart shape facing the sun.

Her curved eyebrows and peaceful smile indicated that she had regained her strong and stubborn beauty.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Nanfeng Haozhe added: "Ah Xu I have already found a specialist to nurse him, the doctor said that he will be discharged in a week, I think it is better for him to return to welfare home to play with the children."

Han Yao looked at his wild and unruly short hair, which was jet black. She bit her lips and said politely: "Thank you."

"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for Ah Xu."

"Okay, then I'll thank you on behalf of Ah Xu."

The two of them rode in Nanfeng Haozhe's car back to the company, and when a few sharp-eyed colleagues saw this, they spread the news around the company.

Shan Shan was the first to touch Sister Zhou's sleeves, and mysteriously pointed downstairs through the glass window.

"What is it?" "Is that for real?"

The elders from the Design Department s had never been interested in these young gossips. However, since Shan Shan had already been revealed to her, she still cast a sidelong glance at the ground floor.

Shan Shan purposely exaggerated yelled at the company: "Aiyo, you guys said earlier that she has a background, but now I see, it's just that her fox like martial arts is in place, and she climbed onto Chief Executive Officer of Southwind's car so quickly. "Tsk tsk tsk, if this goes on, I think she's going to climb on top of us."

When their colleagues heard Shan Shan's words, they had already guessed that it was most likely another young model or intern who had unwittingly hooked up with the CEO.

However, when they looked out of the window —

It's actually Han Yao?

She was wearing a sky-blue dress and had a black shawl covering her straight hair. She was standing unsteadily below the company building. Nanfeng Haozhe, who was beside her, was dressed in a black suit. From upstairs, he could see that the two of them were lowering their heads and whispering about something. Han Yao even had a dimple smile on her face.

She saw Shan Shan's face turn green and white. Her chin, which had just been injected with hyaluronic acid, was twisted in anger. Fang Qiong immediately put on a high profile in the team, and said sarcastically: "To publicly hook up with the CEO, what are you talking about? Do you think this strip of coarse cloth is even worthy of being used as a high-end shirt? "Sis Shan, if you are willing to endure any longer, I'm afraid your CEO will fly away."

Sister Zhou turned her head and continued to organize the documents in her hands as she reminded them kindly, "Don't make such a big fuss. I've been here for almost ten years, and I've never seen a woman who hooked up with a CEO. Who knows? The CEO is just playing around. "

Although Shan Shan was unhappy in her heart, she did not say anything since Sister Zhou had already said so. It was just that in the following days, she intentionally or unintentionally arranged a few more jobs for Han Yao.

Han Yao was originally able to endure hardships and endure hardships, so even though she was busy and had to work more overtime, she still did not tire herself.

"You're still working overtime?"

Today, as she was busy preparing the Design Draft she had drawn these past few days, she heard a male voice at the door.

She suddenly raised her head with her bangs hanging on her forehead. She smiled awkwardly, got up and respectfully called out: "CEO?"

Nanfeng Haozhe stepped on his black leather shoes, and punched around Design Department's office, his gaze sweeping across the design on Han Yao's table, and his face becoming gloomy as he asked: "It's so late, and you're still working overtime? There are so many people in your Design Department, why are you working overtime? "

A trace of hostility flashed across his black eyes as he unhappily loosened his tie.

"Their work is done. My hands and feet are slower, so naturally I have to work overtime. Besides, the CEO hasn't left yet, isn't she working overtime too? "

"Ahem …"

After a long while, he finally said a sentence, "If I remember correctly, it should be Ah Xu who left the hospital tomorrow. Why don't we go and take him out as well, and take a look at him?"

Han Yao facepalmed. She had been too busy recently and actually forgot about this.

She immediately answered, "Okay! Luckily, the CEO reminded me. I'll see you at the hospital tomorrow morning. "

Nanfeng Haozhe pursed his lips, fretfully shaking off the blue French tie. He frowned, but didn't say anything.

"President, is there anything else?"