C50

Han Yao carried the contract and walked out of the coffee shop. Looking at the crowds of people walking past, as well as the discount activities at the shop opposite, she suddenly remembered that tomorrow was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Hello?"

"You just stand there and don't move. Mom wants us to go home and eat. I'll come and pick you up right away, just stand there and don't move. "

"Always so domineering." Han Yao looked at her phone and laughed.

People were coming and going in the shop across from him. A few unique silk scarves hung on the door of the shop, attracting many people's attention. This silk scarf was mainly plain. Many people tried it on, but they all shook their heads and left. Perhaps because of the color difference, many people were unable to control it.

Han Yao carried her bag and quickly ran over. Using her hands to feel the material on the silk cloth, it was smooth, exquisite and very comfortable. She gestured again at herself in the mirror.

The waiter walked over and whispered, "Miss, if you like, you can try it on."

"No need, help me wrap it up."

"Alright."

The waiter actually liked Han Yao being a straightforward customer, so he took out a box and wrapped it up for Han Yao.

Han Yao paid and carried her handkerchief. In the distance, she saw Nanfeng Haozhe's red sportscar rumbling and rushing towards him. She quickly turned the steering wheel, braked and stopped in front of Han Yao.

Nanfeng Haozhe sat in the car and proudly waved at Han Yao.

"Wife, I'm coming to pick you up."

Han Yao ran over with a giggle, got into the car, and naturally leaned against Nanfeng Haozhe's shoulder, then closed his eyes and spoiled: "So tired."

Seeing that Han Yao took the initiative to act coquettishly, he could not bear to get angry with her anymore, so he quickly used his bare hands to pinch her shoulders, his eyes instead looking towards the bag she was carrying.

"What did you buy?"

"A silk scarf."

"This color does not suit you. You are so young, I think you are more suitable for bright eyes. Such a plain color, why, do you want to take the low-key route?"

Nanfeng Haozhe then took out the silk handkerchief and commented on it

Han Yao snatched it from his hands, smiling to the point that her teeth were exposed, her fingers gently pinched Nanfeng Haozhe's face, and she said mysteriously: "I didn't wear it, I bought it for Mom."

"For Mom?"

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at Han Yao in disbelief.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it look good? "

Han Yao saw that Nanfeng Haozhe was staring at her and thought that there was something wrong with her sight. Nanfeng Haozhe shook his head, causing him to panic even more. She touched her face, feeling somewhat helpless.

Nanfeng Haozhe hugged Han Yao into her embrace, and her thin lips fiercely kissed onto her small, tender face.

"What's wrong?"

Han Yao asked nervously, afraid that she would offend Nanfeng Haozhe again with a single sentence.

"Idiot, why are you so nervous? I was just moved by you. "

His coarse breath sprayed onto Han Yao's face from the side as his thin lips moved down along his neck, and bit by bit, he lit Han Yao's body's temperature on fire.

A warm feeling spread throughout his body.

Han Yao saw Nanfeng Haozhe's scarlet eyes and his domineering and cold face in the car mirror. He felt his ice-cold hands holding his own face tightly as they drew closer and closer …

Nanfeng Haozhe's handsome face walked closer to Han Yao. The cold and strict nature of this man at work, his selfishness in private, and that kind of gentleness that was deep inside his bones were constantly replaying in Han Yao's mind …

Han Yao squinted her eyes and just happened to see Nanfeng Haozhe's Adam's apple sliding down. Her thin lips were like a line as it stuck to her mouth. Her green beard pricked her skin …

urticant.

"Ahem …"

Han Yao suddenly let out a slight cough, ruining the beautiful atmosphere.

Nanfeng Haozhe unwillingly retracted his gaze, pursed his lips, sighed, turned his body, stepped on the throttle, and drove the car far away.

Han Yao narrowed her eyes, as she leaned her head on the back of the chair, pretending to sleep. In fact, she would peek at Nanfeng Haozhe from time to time.

With such a cold and elegant face, every time Han Yao saw it, her heart would beat faster.

Even though the two of them had already become husband and wife, when Han Yao was facing her, she was still like a girl in love. Her heart would be moved, she would be nervous, she would be afraid …

"If you want to watch, then watch openly. What's wrong with secretly watching?"

He suddenly laughed and turned his head to say this. Han Yao was like a thief who had been exposed on the spot, quickly turning her head, her back facing him, allowing the cold wind to blow on her red lips.

"Heh …"

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at Han Yao's bashful expression and felt extremely proud in her heart.

He had been curious about this girl from the start as to how she could blush so easily. She would always treat any casual word of his from the start as real. Also, her persistence and seriousness deeply moved her in every aspect.

At the villa in the Blue Zones.

After a few bends, they finally arrived at the large bronze colored iron gate. However, there was no lock in front of the iron gate. Nanfeng Haozhe held Han Yao's hand, walked over and gave it a light push, and then the door opened.

Han Yao and Nanfeng Haozhe walked forward side by side. In order to make it convenient for the muddy garden to grow flowers and plants, they used cement and pebbles to make a narrow, tree-lined path. On both sides of the path, there were traces of chrysanthemums blooming. However, due to the weather, most of them could only see the bare roots and broken leaves.

"The weather is too cold now. The plants my mother planted are all dead. If you were to come here in early autumn, you would definitely be able to see the fragrance of the flowers in the yard. That's right, especially those big chrysanthemums, they are so beautiful. Some of them are even as big as a plate of vegetables. "

"Yes."

Han Yao looked at the entire garden from afar. Even though the weather was cold, the flowers and plants in the garden were neatly trimmed.

"Ahh …"

Han Yao only felt her feet slip and she fell heavily into the mud.

She raised her hand and saw that it was covered in mud.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt? "

Han Yao gently shook her head and tried to stand up by herself. However, she found that her legs seemed to have been dislocated.

"My leg seems to have been dislocated."

"Don't move."

Nanfeng Haozhe bent down and crouched down. She took off Han Yao's high heels and checked her ankles.

Without saying a word, Nanfeng Haozhe immediately hugged Han Yao.

Han Yao quickly used both hands to push his arm, struggling and shouting:

"Don't, my body is dirty..."

"What's wrong?"

Shen Limei opened the door and walked out of the house. She squinted her eyes and looked at Han Yao who was covered in mud. When she saw that Nanfeng Haozhe was actually carrying Han Yao, her expression immediately darkened.