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Han Yao called the waiter over and ordered a few more sweet dishes. Then, she generously slammed the money on the table.

In the end, she still could not bear to let down the little thing in her stomach. A few days ago, Yun Xiao pulled Boss Chen and her to drink some red wine. Luckily the doctor said that it was nothing.

How she wished that Nanfeng Haozhe would not eat …

When Jiang Ruxue saw the pleased and provocative look in her eyes, Han Yao became angry and she purposefully turned her head around. Yu Shuyuan picked up a piece of food and placed it in Han Yao's mouth.

Han Yao looked at him blankly, before reminding him in a low voice: "Han Yao, eat it."

She instinctively opened her mouth, but the snack remained in it. No matter what, she did not want to chew it.

Finally, he turned to the side, ready to vomit on the dustbin.

Then, before she could even vomit, she saw Jiang Ruxue sitting right beside Nanfeng Haozhe with her hands around his neck, intimately kissing on the side of his face.

The lights were shining on the two of them. Many of them were taking pictures of the two of them. There were even some who were jeering, "One more time" and "Again!" …

Han Yao's stomach churned.

It was unknown whether it was because the dessert was too sweet or because she was in a bad mood. She got up in a sorry state and staggered out of the bar, spitting out the dessert from her mouth.

In his mouth, there was a burst of bitterness.

"Drink some water and rinse your mouth."

Yu Shuyuan came out from behind and handed over a bottle of water to Han Yao.

Han Yao took it, drank a mouthful, and washed her mouth, her fingers fiercely holding onto the water bottle.

Han Yao turned around and looked at Yu Shuyuan under the neon lights. She asked softly, "Have you driven yet?"

"Yes."

"Take me home."

Without saying a word, Yu Shuyuan pressed down on the unlock key in his hand, and with his hands holding onto Han Yao, he drove towards the white car that was not far away.

Nanfeng Haozhe, who had chased after them, saw the two people he was supporting and clenched his fists until they creaked, before smashing them against the wall.

Jiang Ruxue took the opportunity to encourage her, "Haozhe, they have found a next door, and you are not in their hearts. Let's go in and continue drinking. "

Nanfeng Haozhe allowed Jiang Ruxue to drag her inside the pub …

… ….

In such a large villa with cold lights shining from the walls, Han Yao looked at the villa and its courtyard. Sighing, she opened the car door.

Yu Shuyuan brought her down the carriage. His eyes were filled with pain.

Han Yao raised her head and looked at the starry sky, forcing herself to squeeze out a faint smile. She said awkwardly: "Sorry, Shu Yuan, I've troubled you today."

"Han Yao, do we still need to be courteous with each other?"

Yu Shuyuan's hands lightly patted Han Yao's shoulders, patted her, and encouraged her: "Han Yao, you don't need to be strong in front of me, you can say whatever you want to, and do whatever you want. No matter what you decide, I will support you."

Beneath the street lamp, Yu Shuyuan's figure seemed to have been dragged along with him for a very long time.

Han Yao bit her lips, turned and walked into the courtyard and closed the door.

In the empty room, in the quiet space, Han Yao looked at the shoes of Nanfeng Haozhe that were neatly placed at the entrance. How many days had it been since he last came back?

Han Yao suddenly thought, was Nanfeng Haozhe tired of him?

After all, when the two of them got married, no one was optimistic about it. They all said that Nanfeng Haozhe was just greedy for a moment of novelty.

However, was that really the case?

Han Yao didn't know.

She simply washed up and curled up on the sofa to watch TV. She fell asleep in a daze.

It was just past one in the morning.

The sound of someone knocking on the door woke Han Yao up.

She turned on the light and groped for the door. The strong smell of alcohol accompanied the cold wind. Han Yao was still not prepared yet, so she fell into Han Yao's embrace.

"Are you drunk?"

Nanfeng Haozhe did not care about what Han Yao said, he only cared that he was in Han Yao's embrace, blurrily hugging Han Yao, mumbling something.

Because Han Yao didn't have enough strength, she could only tightly lean against the wall and try her best to support Nanfeng Haozhe's body.

With a heavy breath, and the smell of boiling alcohol, his scarlet eyes stared straight at Han Yao. Han Yao bit her dry lips and said softly: "You … "Release me."

"Ugh …"

Not only did Nanfeng Haozhe not let go, both of his hands were tightly clasped around Han Yao's waist.

He was gnawing crazily at Han Yao, and Han Yao was scared by his sudden excitement.

"Let me go."

Han Yao struggled with all her might, but Nanfeng Haozhe actually went overboard and carried Han Yao into the bedroom. With a "bang", he kicked the door open and both of them rolled onto the bed.

The bedroom was filled with the faint fragrance of roses, Nanfeng Haozhe casually opened the music on the cabinet using the button, and with his big hands, he opened Han Yao's pajamas.

Han Yao frantically pulled at her pajamas, her voice cold as she berated: "Stop!"

Perhaps, Nanfeng Haozhe did not expect Han Yao to refuse him so straightforwardly, so he was shocked. Han Yao took the chance to get up, and faced the berserk Nanfeng Haozhe in the dark, and said indifferently: "You're drunk, go take a bath."

With that, Han Yao tidied her clothes, got up, and walked out.

Nanfeng Haozhe stood up once again and hugged Han Yao from behind, her thin lips rubbing against Han Yao's back.

Han Yao's mind unceasingly played back the scene of Jiang Ruxue happily kissing her own husband in front of her without restraint. Thinking of this, made her feel disgusted.

Once he felt disgusted, Han Yao covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom.

Lying on the washstand, Han Yao vomited without restraint for the first time...

After Han Yao finished vomiting, she held onto the door frame with one hand and locked onto Han Yao with cold and ruthless eyes. She asked coldly: "Do I really make you feel this dirty?"

Nanfeng Haozhe's face, was filled with rage.

Han Yao felt that this was not the time to talk about children, so she bent her waist slightly and squeezed out from under his armpits. She once again curled up on the sofa, covered her eyes with a blanket.

Seeing Han Yao's cold expression, Nanfeng Haozhe went into the bathroom to wash up. Then, he wrapped himself in a blanket and fell asleep.

On the second day, Han Yao continued to work.

Just as Nanfeng Haozhe arrived at the company, he was surrounded by a large group of reporters.

As he hastily squeezed into the company, Nanfeng Haozhe realized that the situation was no longer under his control.

Shen Limei and Jiang Ruxue had already spread the news about Han Yao and her wife recently, and the media were all questioning Nanfeng Haozhe, asking if he had betrayed their wedding. To put it simply, had she already cheated?