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Han Yao looked at him embarrassedly, her jet-black eyes tightly locked and a bit of heat was exhaled from her lips.

The cold voice sounded as if it was coaxing a child.

The way he ate the noodles was very gentle, without making too much noise. However, the large amount of noodles slipped into his mouth, making him look quite domineering.

"Yao'er, am I very handsome?"

Nanfeng Haozhe suddenly asked, only then did Han Yao realize that he had lost his composure. She quickly retracted her gaze, turned around, and headed to the bathroom to rinse her mouth …

The person in the mirror had skin as cold as frost, bright eyes, and curls of eyelashes that fluttered mischievously. This was the first time Han Yao felt so proud and grateful to her parents for giving her such a good skin …

This allowed her to not feel too inferior in front of Nanfeng Haozhe.

"What are you looking at? Yao'er was the most beautiful. City A, no woman can catch up to my wife! "

After Nanfeng Haozhe ate the bowl of noodles, he habitually wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. Then, he buried his head in her neck and secretly sized her up in her pajamas …

"You … "Scoundrel!"

Han Yao quickly pushed him away, brushed his teeth, and crawled out of bed.

Nanfeng Haozhe quickly finished brushing and also started to move closer to the bed.

Seeing that he was constantly taking advantage of the opportunity recently, Han Yao ignored him and even rolled up all the blankets to cover him up.

"My lady wife, I was wrong."

"What's wrong with you?"

"My mistake was …" With a sly smile, he snatched the blanket away like a thief and pulled her into his embrace, then said lovingly: "My mistake was that I didn't serve my wife properly!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll let you sleep on the sofa!"

Han Yao had understood Nanfeng Haozhe's temperament perfectly now, and his words had started to become unyielding. Because she knew that Nanfeng Haozhe would be extremely gentle to her at all places outside the company in order to keep up with her acting. Thus, her little lamb became arrogant.

"Alright, I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore."

The two of them said good night to each other. Nanfeng Haozhe continued hugging Han Yao, patting her back and waiting for her to sleep soundly before he got up …

His tall and straight back stood by the window of the blue curtain, lit a cigar and took a long drag. The person on the bed unconsciously rolled over, and the rolled sheet was kicked to the ground by her.

Nanfeng Haozhe smirked, and rolled up the blanket on the floor. He took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and poured it into a wine cup, then gently took a sip.

His body gradually lost its warmth as a warm current entered his lower abdomen.

"Damnit …"

He crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, drank the red wine in his glass, then walked into the bathroom. He stood under the shower and let the cold water pour down his head.

The ice-cold cold water gradually extinguished the flames in his heart. When he wrapped himself in the bath towel and entered the room, it was time …

The dishonest Han Yao kicked the blanket away again, and her nightgown was unconsciously lifted up, revealing her bright and clean long legs beneath the blanket.

As Nanfeng Haozhe looked at this scene, images that were inappropriate with children once again flashed through his mind.

"This little girl, looks like if she continues to sleep like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long …"

… ….

The next few days, the weather became even colder.

It was only mid-autumn when a layer of frost appeared on the glass outside. With a light sigh, one could draw out a lovely love.

Han Yao lay in Nanfeng Haozhe's office that had an air conditioner turned on and was playing around with the bubbles in the air out of boredom.

Ling Ling brought a cup of coffee for her and carefully placed it on the table, not bothering her at all.

"What are you playing at?"

Nanfeng Haozhe walked into the office with the two documents and saw that Han Yao was yawning through the glass window. He couldn't help but want to laugh, but he forced himself to stop once again due to a certain girl.

He raised his hand and wiped his nose, pretending that he saw nothing.

"So boring."

Han Yao sat on the sofa and pitifully pulled on Nanfeng Haozhe's sleeves, begging him: "CEO, please let me go to work."

"What are you shouting for?"

Nanfeng Haozhe pricked up his ears, patiently waiting for someone to change his mind.

Han Yao pouted, and refused to admit defeat: "This is an office, of course I can't call you husband, I definitely have to call you CEO. It respects both you and myself. Besides, CEO, didn't the clothes I designed sell well in the top ten stores? If you don't let me, the designer, design my clothes, wouldn't it be a waste of talent? "

Her starry eyes continued to glare at Nanfeng Haozhe. Looking at her like this, he really couldn't bear to refuse.

Putting the document down, he pointed at his own shoulder and reminded, "I'm really tired today. I just need a massage."

Hearing that, Han Yao immediately walked over in a hurry, and held onto Nanfeng Haozhe's shoulders seriously.

Ling Ling and her colleagues who were still reporting saw this scene and looked at them with envious eyes. Han Yao couldn't stand the gossip of others and immediately retracted her hand.

"What is it? If you can't even handle this kind of talk, then why do you want to work at the company? With your little tolerance, I think you should focus on being the Madame Nanfeng … "

Hearing that, Han Yao immediately patted her shoulder again.

Fortunately, the Heavens didn't disappoint those who wanted to.

After half an hour of hard work, some kind of CEO finally agreed to let her go to Design Department to work tomorrow. Han Yao jumped around the office in excitement.

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at her excited expression and looked at her in surprise as he sat at his office. Sometimes, he really wanted to open up this little girl's head and look at what was inside her head. She could clearly be a comfortable Madame Nanfeng, but she still insisted on coming to the company to work, looking at people's faces and working hard.

"He's really stupid..."

However, it was so silly and adorable!

"What did you say?"

Han Yao who was immersed in happiness, saw Nanfeng Haozhe muttering, she turned her head and casually asked.

Nanfeng Haozhe quickly waved his hands.

Han Yao scratched her finger and calculated: "I've thought it through. In order to celebrate the fact that I'm coming to work tomorrow, I've decided to make four dishes and a soup tonight to celebrate!"

"Alright, I raise my hands and feet in agreement!"

"Look at how useless you are. You're a dignified CEO, speaking as if I treated you badly on food!"

Seeing Han Yao's change in expression, Nanfeng Haozhe immediately rushed over and coaxed her: "No, my wife, your culinary skills are too good, I only want to eat the food you cook. I don't even want to taste anything others cook for me!"

However, the two of them who were immersed in happiness didn't notice that there was a pair of eyes staring at them from outside the office …