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Nanfeng Haozhe searched through the briefcase for a while before taking out a stack of white paper and black words. It was clearly written with the word "Contract". Han Yao looked at it briefly. It was the contract Nanfeng Haozhe had shown her yesterday.

"I hope that I can fulfill the terms of the contract as well."

"Go ahead."

"You have to promise me, as long as I sign this contract, this matter will be settled. You have to return it to me in the future. "

"Impossible!" Yao'er, I don't restrict your freedom. It's just that you're pregnant and need to rest, so I told you to stay in the villa and not wander around. "Where do you want to go, I'll go with you."

"I just wanted to see my grandmother. I didn't want to run away. Since I am pregnant with your child, I will not do anything with other men. If you don't even want to give me this trust, then I won't sign this document. "

Han Yao's temper rose as she threw away the brush in her hand. Her arms crossed over her chest and her cheeks puffed up, proving that she was angry.

"Yao'er, don't be like this …."

Nanfeng Haozhe persuaded his with a soft voice, but Han Yao was even more infuriated.

It was obvious that she was the one who helped him, but, with such a small request, Nanfeng Haozhe actually didn't agree to it. Why did he have to do this to her?

"Nanfeng Haozhe, there's nothing between you and I. I'll go to sleep first."

After Han Yao finished speaking, she went back to the house angrily.

Nanfeng Haozhe quickly followed Han Yao into the bedroom. Han Yao pulled up the blanket and covered her face, which annoyed her a lot.

"Yao'er, my wife, please help me."

"If I help you, then who will help me? Nanfeng Haozhe, we are husband and wife now, not enemies.

Han Yao tightly held onto the blanket with both hands, covered her face, and even spoke as she spoke.

The setting sun outside the window had dyed half the sky red, and it looked like half the winter was about to end. Nanfeng Haozhe stood by the window and looked at the blue sky outside, then felt the air conditioning inside the house, which confused him, the glass window that was not filled with water vapor, he gently wrote Han Yao's name on the glass.

The condition, was that he could not agree to Han Yao's conditions.

Looks like Han Yao will not obediently sign this word.

Nanfeng Haozhe gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and directly pulled Han Yao's blanket away with a "Squeak squeak"...

Han Yao hid under the blanket and jumped out, curling up into a ball.

However, even so, Nanfeng Haozhe did not stop his movements.

He bent down, his ice-cold eyes were like an ice sculpture, penetrating straight into Han Yao's heart. For a second, Han Yao was intimidated by the man's anger and tyranny.

When Han Yao reacted, she was already curled up in Nanfeng Haozhe's embrace.

"Let go of me, let go!"

Han Yao struggled to push both her hands away, both of her hands continuously hitting Nanfeng Haozhe's chest, his muscles as hard as steel. Han Yao slapped herself for a long time, her hand was in pain, but the other party seemed to be fine.

If his hands didn't hurt, Han Yao would shake her legs instead.

She was, after all, a pregnant woman. Nanfeng Haozhe was still worried that he might flash his eyes at her, so he grabbed her small hands with his big hands, one holding her hands tightly while the other hand wrapped around her waist and pinched her sensitive areas.

"Ahh …"

Han Yao screamed.

"You scoundrel, you bastard!"

Han Yao's hands and legs were under control, causing her to be unable to move.

Nanfeng Haozhe threw her onto the sofa in the living room and forcefully suppressed her body.

His hand was placed on top of his head.

His legs were also being held down.

Han Yao opened her small mouth, crackling with curses …

Why is this little girl like a kitten? She was clearly a pregnant woman, so why couldn't she calm down?

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at her constantly opening and closing small mouth, before directly bending over and pressing down. Her lips were tightly sealed, and her tongue forcefully squeezed into her mouth.

He greedily sucked on her sweetness, pestering her tongue over and over again.

"Let go of me … "Ugh …"

Han Yao forced all of her rejection back into her stomach.

Nanfeng Haozhe's overbearing and forceful kiss made Han Yao feel dizzy. She only felt that someone had grabbed her finger and pressed down on something ice-cold. After that, she only focused on resisting Nanfeng Haozhe's kiss. She ignored everything else.

Two minutes later.

Nanfeng Haozhe proudly stood up from the sofa and pulled Han Yao's torn clothes closer to him. Then, he stood in front of Han Yao, holding onto a few pieces of paper on the table, and looked at the handprints he had pressed down, it was simply perfect.

had pressed the small handprint himself, so who signed it?

Han Yao looked at Nanfeng Haozhe's crafty smile, only then did she react, and looked at her own fingers, why was they all red?

Could it be that this man's kiss was fake, and he intentionally forced her to press his handprint? Was this his real purpose?

He was extremely scheming!

"Nanfeng Haozhe, you are lying."

Han Yao got up from the sofa. Her clothes slipped off her shoulders and she quickly pulled them down. This man was clearly something that could be discussed, but why was he always so stubborn?

"This is your handprint, it's real, how can it be called fake? "Besides, I just kissed you and you forgot the moment you felt comfortable, so you pressed the palm print yourself."

"You!"

Shameless!

Shameless.

Han Yao used all of the unthinkable adjectives in her heart to scold Nanfeng Haozhe once. However, Nanfeng Haozhe didn't pay any attention to her, and continued to copy Han Yao's notes on the contract, and signed her name.

"Nanfeng Haozhe, you will be punished!"

Han Yao raised her head, she was so angry that it was difficult to even breathe.

She hadn't thought that the man from before had such a personality. Could it be that the man who was so gentle to the bones was only trying to trick him into playing? Once he got his hands on it, men would stop cherishing it?

"What did you say?"

, who had finished signing, pinched Han Yao's chin. Han Yao looked at her pale knuckles, and seemed to hear the sound of her bones shattering.

"Retribution? If there's retribution, then I will definitely pull you along with me! "