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"I left the umbrella on the carriage. I came rushing back when I was in a hurry."

Han Yao looked at Nanfeng Haozhe, her eyes clear and her expression natural.

After doing all that, Han Yao looked out at the heavy rain and sighed, "Why did it suddenly rain so heavily? "You should go upstairs and take a hot bath first. If you catch a cold, it won't be good."

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at her back and could not help but shout, "Yao'er?"

"What is it?"

"No …." "Nothing."

Nanfeng Haozhe walked into the kitchen and whispered to the nanny, "Is there really nothing wrong? "What did the two of them say?"

"There's no sound. They just said a few simple words. I'm cooking and didn't dare to eavesdrop."

Nanfeng Haozhe did not say anything, he walked out of the kitchen and headed upstairs to take a bath.

Warm water washed over his body, warming him up.

Han Yao listened to the sound of water flowing in the bathroom from upstairs and went into the bedroom. She looked at the bathroom and carefully walked to the bedside and fished in her jacket's pockets …

Was his phone not there?

Today, Shen Limei had reminded Han Yao, hoping that she would understand the matters outside. Shen Limei was unwilling to say what it was, she had only said that she would understand once she took a look at Nanfeng Haozhe's phone.

Han Yao was currently locked in this place, unable to see the news, everything was being monitored. If she wanted to know what was going on outside, the only link would be her phone. But, Nanfeng Haozhe did not give her her phone, so Shen Limei's words were, for her to steal Nanfeng Haozhe's phone.

Although this move was very unsightly.

But, there was nothing that could be done about it in Han Yao's current situation.

"Peng …"

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Han Yao stood beside the bed, looking a little uncomfortable.

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at Han Yao, threw the phone on the bed, walked over, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong? "

Han Yao shook her head.

"It's nothing. I just want to ask what you want to wear. I ironed this white shirt for you at home today. I just don't know if it matches the coat you're going to wear. "

Nanfeng Haozhe held Han Yao's hand, and said softly, "You work so hard, and you even iron my clothes. You really work too hard. Wife, is my son obedient at home today? "

"Son again?"

Nanfeng Haozhe scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "Actually, I already saw the child. He has a handle, although I can't see him clearly, but seeing how mischievous he is, he must be a boy."

"Alright, so you already knew. Why didn't you tell me!"

"Wife, I was wrong."

"Humph!"

The two of them played around for a while. Han Yao knew very well that it would be impossible for her to make a move during the day.

"Young Master, Madam, the food is ready."

"Alright!"

"Let's go and eat."

Nanfeng Haozhe brought Han Yao down the stairs and the two of them talked about how it would take three days for a doctor to travel. Three days later, Han Yao could go to the main hospital to think.

To go to the big hospital, did this mean that Han Yao could also go out?

Han Yao didn't know what Nanfeng Haozhe meant, but she didn't want to ask.

Since he said three days, then three days later.

Just that, why did Shen Limei come to the house at this time to specifically let her see Nanfeng Haozhe's phone?

"What are you thinking? You can get lost in your thoughts while eating? "

Even though Han Yao didn't seem like much on the surface and her expression seemed to be normal, she was usually the one who spoke up first. Her mind was simple, anger is anger, and unhappiness is unhappiness.

Han Yao shook her head and continued to drink the porridge.

Nanfeng Haozhe could not help but ask, "Yao'er, what do you want to tell me? Is there anything between us that you can't tell you?"

"Oh right, did my mom tell you something when she came today?"

Nanfeng Haozhe noticed that Han Yao seemed to be avoiding it, so he took the initiative to ask. After all, Han Yao was now a pregnant woman, so no matter who it was, as long as it was someone who caused Han Yao anger, it would be wrong.

"I'm really fine."

Han Yao drank some soup, looked at the nanny at the kitchen door, bit her lips, and added, "Oh yes, your mother mentioned something today. She said, I hope you can let that Marketing's manager let him go back to work. What else did your mother say. "The kindness is greater than the mountain."

Was it for this?

"Is that all my mother said?"

"Otherwise? Is there anything else? "

After Han Yao finished speaking, she pretended to eat easily. The ribs stew was just right, but today, Han Yao intentionally said stingingly, "The next time the ribs can be even more rotten, I don't think my teeth are as sharp recently."

"Yes sir!"

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at Han Yao who was eating heartily, sighed, and told Han Yao about the matter of Zheng Nanjun at the company today. After Han Yao finished listening, she asked about Zheng Nanjun's relationship with Nanfeng Family.

Actually, Zheng Nanjun was not related to the Nanfeng Family at all.

However, when Nanfeng Haozhe went to the airport with Shen Limei when he was young, there was a time when they met a kidnapper. At that time, Zheng Nanjun, who came from a military background, happened to be there and saved Nanfeng Haozhe.

In order to express his gratitude, Nanfeng Haozhe's mother brought him to the company and gave him a job.

But …

What made Nanfeng Haozhe helpless was that Zheng Nanjun was stubborn and ill-tempered. After becoming the manager of the Marketing, he kept opposing him. Nanfeng Haozhe had a headache, but he didn't know how to make the move.

This time, he really wanted to take the opportunity to kick her out of the company.

"After all, he is your savior. Don't you think that although he didn't do anything, he had worked hard?"

Han Yao planned to make peace, after all, Shen Limei had given her this mission today. She hoped that she could persuade Nanfeng Haozhe to forgive Zheng Nanjun.

However, Nanfeng Haozhe seemed to not listen to him. He put down his tableware and sat on the sofa, watching TV, neither denying nor responding to Han Yao's words.

The scene was a little awkward.

Han Yao said a few words, and didn't say anymore.

Nanfeng Haozhe watched the finance program, he took out his phone and handed it over to Han Yao, then pointed to a spot in the picture that was densely packed with red ink, written in circles.

"There have been so many mistakes in his accounts over the past year. Also, there are hundreds of thousands of them. I still don't know where they went. Every time I ask, he frowns. "Tell me, do I have to repay you?"