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At four-thirty in the morning, Nanfeng Haozhe dragged his exhausted body back from the hospital and Han Yao had already curled up on his bed and fallen asleep. Moonlight shone through the window, and Han Yao's delicate face made him dumbfounded.

Nanfeng Haozhe's large hand gently caressed Han Yao's small face. Han Yao, who was sleeping, vaguely felt that it was a little bit itchy, and wasn't used to it. Thus, she turned over, curled her body, and found a comfortable position to continue sleeping.

Wrapped in a bath towel, he stood by the window, smoking a cigar and quietly pouring himself a glass of red wine.

His blood-red eyes were bloodshot, and a warm current flowed all over his body.

Nanfeng Haozhe shook the wine in her cup, and quietly looked at Han Yao who was on the bed. Maybe it was because the air conditioner was turned on a little too high today, but she had not only pulled up the blanket, but she had also pulled up her pajamas.

With her sexy collarbone and fair skin, Nanfeng Haozhe found it hard to endure looking at every corner.

The red wine cup was placed on the bedside table. Nanfeng Haozhe loosened the bath towel on his waist, shook his wet hair, leaned forward and pressed down on the bed …

The heavy weight of his body immediately caused the bed to sink into a pit.

The droplets of water on top of his ice-cold hair lightly dripped onto the pillow. Han Yao slightly shifted her body in displeasure. But with her movement, she coiled herself into Nanfeng Haozhe's embrace.

"You asked for it."

After he finished speaking, Nanfeng Haozhe realized that these words sounded very familiar to him.

He recalled the first time he saw Han Yao. Wasn't that her doing it? Now that he thought about it, her appearance was truly captivating, and he was unable to forget it.

"Yao'er …"

"Ugh …"

With his mouth being bitten, Han Yao uncomfortably waved it around.

She thought it was a mosquito, so she kept slapping.

However, this mosquito was a bit troublesome. She tried her best to scratch it away, but the next second, the mosquito stopped her hands.

He was tired...

Han Yao's eyes were as heavy as a stone. She struggled desperately in her sleep, but, she was really too sleepy, no matter how she tried, her hands seemed to be trapped by a spider web, unable to move.

The familiar warm breath whispered comfort into Han Yao's ear.

"Wifey, I miss you …"

Nanfeng Haozhe's magnetic voice carried a cold allure, and upon hearing the familiar voice, Han Yao immediately surrendered.

The kiss slowly fell.

Her white neck also started to turn red, as if she was drunk.

Nanfeng Haozhe was exceptionally gentle today as he carefully asked for it. Han Yao was feeling extremely sleepy today, so even though she had opened her eyes during the process, the moment she saw Nanfeng Haozhe, she once again fell into a deep sleep. She murmured, "I'm so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy …"

The next day, the birds outside the window chirped.

It was autumn, and many birds had already flown to the south. How could there still be birds hooting in such a cold city? Han Yao opened her eyes in confusion.

Han Yao raised her sore arms and rubbed her eyes. Just as she was about to stretch, she realized that her entire body was aching.

This sort of aching was normal …

It only happens when you have an aunt?

But, she just left a few days ago? It can't be an aunt, right?

She woke up in a daze and looked at the time. It was 6: 30 PM and still early to work time. It seemed like she could still take a bath.

Waking up, Han Yao looked at a nest that was caved in next to the bed. It was a little strange.

Could it be that Nanfeng Hao came back last night?

Then he looked at the pillow beside him. It had a short hair? Short, dark hair. Very thick and tough. This fit Nanfeng Haozhe's hair perfectly!

Just like his people, he was unruly and unyielding!

"How come I didn't know he was back?"

Puzzled, Han Yao grabbed the bed sheets and pillow and took a sniff. There was a faint smell of red wine, with a little sweat on it …

Han Yao got up and went into the bathroom. She turned on the lights and the shower, and saw that there seemed to be water stains on the floor. She gently faced herself in the mirror, looking at the little red dot on her neck and the shallow imprint on it. A faint smile hung at the corner of her mouth.

It looks like Nanfeng Haozhe did indeed come back last night, but what Han Yao did not know was, how could he sleep so deeply? [I don't remember anything about it at all!] Recently, he had always felt sleepy. Moreover, there was always an inexplicable sense of tenderness...

In the past few days, Han Yao had only lost a little bit of blood on her aunt, and compared to the previous amount, it was extremely unusual.

Thinking about this, Han Yao felt that she should go and check it out.

However, today was her first day to work, so she didn't want to be absent-minded on her first day. She simply washed her hair and shook her head to keep herself awake.

After showering, Han Yao forced herself to clean up while holding back the pain with her fingers. She smacked her face with water and lactic acid all over before turning around and returning to her bedroom to rummage for her clothes.

After putting on a simple work attire, Han Yao changed into a faint makeup, tied up her hair and squeezed out a faint smile. Only then did she feel that she also looked a little like a white-collar worker.

The sheets, quilts, pillows, all were removed and thrown into the washing machine.

After the clothes were washed, Han Yao poured herself a cup of milk and held onto a piece of toast as she stood on the bed and looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky.

He slowly retracted his gaze from the distance and finally fixed his eyes on the cigar ashes that had fallen out of the window. This time, Han Yao was sure that Nanfeng Haozhe had indeed come back. Han Yao had only cleaned this window last night. If he did not come back, how could there be ashes?

However, in Han Yao's mind, she once again looked down on the sound of sleep.

In the morning, at 8: 30 AM, at the top ten department store's office building, several dozen reporters had surrounded the entrance so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

A taxi pulled up in front of the building. A beautiful leg in black silk stockings and high-heeled shoes stuck out. The reporters crowded around …

Han Yao got off the car with great difficulty. Facing against countless cameras and cameras, she was almost struck dumb.

"What's going on?"

"Miss Han, may I ask if you are officially here to work for the top ten department stores? Will you still design your husband's company? "

"Oh right, there are rumors in the outside world of Miss Han that you might be one of the top ten spies. What do you think about this matter?"

"What spy?" Han Yao was startled.

At this moment, Han Yao had never thought that just because she changed to a different job, she would create such a huge problem …