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On that day, the weather was gloomy. The lake water was so cold that it was bone-piercing.

There were even rumors outside that Jiang Ruxue had been killed by Nanfeng Haozhe.

After all, her real target was Han Yao, she did not want to ruin a pot of soup for these small fries.

After continuously shooting a few diving scenes, the director had the intention to tease Jiang Ruxue. Jiang Ruxue was unhappy and stopped filming.

The reporter recorded how angry she was and Jiang Ruxue scolded the reporter angrily. It seemed that she was finally unable to endure any longer.

That afternoon, Jiang Ruxue left her work and headed towards Ytin's office.

She rushed in by herself and directly went to Nanfeng Haozhe's office. Ling Ling stood at the door and blocked her for a while symbolically, and then let her in.

After all, she couldn't afford to offend this young miss Jiang by herself.

"Nanfeng Haozhe, what do you mean? Did you intentionally tell the director to make things difficult for me? Look at the papers. What do they report? "

In the past, even if Jiang Ruxue beat someone up, the reporters would never dare to report it. The things that Nanfeng Haozhe had personally settled for her were not just one or two things. And now, even a small matter reporter dared to ferment, the bold even dared to report the enmity of the past.

This point made Jiang Ruxue very unhappy.

She was a star in the sky, how could she bear the pain of falling?

"I'm in the office right now. Please go out first."

Nanfeng Haozhe kept the document, his eyes cold, and did not even bother to look at Jiang Ruxue.

Jiang Ruxue's heart seemed to be bleeding …

"Nanfeng Haozhe, do you need to? For Han Yao, you have to be this excessive to me? Everyone doesn't like Han Yao, why do you insist on being with her? Furthermore, she treated you like a shadow … "

Shadow …

These two words provoked Nanfeng Haozhe.

He swung his hand, and "pa", he slapped Han Yao.

Was he a willing shadow?

Jiang Ruxue led her palm, she was extremely shocked. In the past, even though Nanfeng Haozhe was a little too cold and ruthless, he had never hit her before.

Nanfeng Haozhe rarely hit women, let alone her.

"Nanfeng Haozhe, you think that when you hit me, the reality would not be like this? Let me tell you, you can forget about getting rid of the person in Han Yao's heart in this life. Let me tell you, you're just as pitiful as I am. But, at least I dare to say it out loud, do you think that just because you are protecting Han Yao behind her back, she will be grateful to you? I tell you, you. "I might as well be a dead person..."

After Jiang Ruxue finished, she stepped out of the office.

Seeing Jiang Ruxue so angry, it was obvious that Nanfeng Haozhe was angry as well. Just as expected, the moment Ling Ling walked into the office, the coffee cup, documents, and all sorts of things were thrown onto the floor …

Coffee cup, this month is the ninth or what?

Ever since Han Yao and Nanfeng Haozhe started fighting, the office only had coffee cups that had a lifespan of two to three days. Nanfeng Haozhe was unhappy, the cup was going to suffer.

After Ling Ling finished cleaning up the things on the ground, she raised her head to look. Nanfeng Haozhe's face was ashen, and the top of his head and nose were covered with fine beads of perspiration.

"CEO, you... "What's wrong?"

Nanfeng Haozhe waved his hands, he covered his heart and sat on the chair, suppressing the pain in his heart. He picked up his handkerchief and wiped the perspiration off his face.

Nanfeng Haozhe was not afraid of Jiang Ruxue in the slightest, but the moment he thought about the matter between him and Han Yao, a heavy burden rose in his heart.

Looking at the newspaper on the desk, Han Yao was actually playing in the city next door. Furthermore, she was playing so happily.

28th, the end of the month.

Han Yao was wearing a set of sports clothes, sneakers and a hat. She had rolled up her hair and stood tall on top of her head. This trip had allowed her to understand a few things.

As the child of a single-parent family, Yun Che tried to persuade Han Yao that the child was always innocent. The two of them could even discuss how to live their lives together or how to get away from each other. But children were different. Yun Che hoped that Han Yao could think about it carefully.

Actually, Han Yao was a soft-hearted person in the first place. Thinking about the words Yun Che had said, he decided that he needed to have a good talk with Nanfeng Haozhe …

Only, Han Yao did not expect to be surrounded by a large group of reporters the moment she got off the plane.

The reporters looked like they were picking up treasures as they rushed forward, focusing on asking messy questions. They did not care whether Han Yao was safe or not, and only wanted to answer them.

Han Yao had always helped to solve situations like this in the past, but this time it was her alone. Furthermore, she was concerned about the treasure in her stomach, so she didn't dare to say it out loud or move.

With the reporters surrounding her, Han Yao had no choice but to kneel down and try her best to protect her stomach.

"Hello, Miss Han. Excuse me, are you going to the next city to play?"

"Miss Han, were the rumors about the divorce true?"

"Miss Han, Miss Jiang said that you are Xiao San. For this marriage, who will be the third party?"

In order to maintain her calmness, she could only cover her ears and squatted there, praying that the reporters would hurry up and leave.

"Come."

"Come with me!"

The hand that Han Yao was using to cover her ears was pulled out, only then did Han Yao stand up to see, it was Yu Shuyuan.

Yu Shuyuan's appearance made the reporters even more unscrupulous to ask, the questions were really hard to hear.

However, the current Han Yao and Yu Shuyuan didn't care that much. Holding onto Han Yao's hand, Yu Shuyuan rushed out of the crowd and directly got into his car …

The male lead of the scandal from a while ago had actually appeared? Moreover, this was the beginning of a hero saving a beauty. One could imagine how the reporters would write this afternoon.

Han Yao had Yu Shuyuan send him straight home, but Yu Shuyuan did as she asked. But, even when Han Yao went back and prepared dinner, she did not wait for Nanfeng Haozhe to return.

At night …

At two in the morning, Nanfeng Haozhe finally appeared in front of Han Yao, swaying his body unsteadily. The strong smell of alcohol and the lipstick on Nanfeng Haozhe's shirt made him struggle to resist the pain, making him unable to say anything.

"Yao'er …"

"I'm sleepy. Go wash up."

Han Yao pushed the drunk person away, and subconsciously touched his lower abdomen with his hand …