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Nanfeng Haozhe's eyes were bloodshot. He was like an angry lion that did not allow anyone to doubt his own abilities.

But, the stubborn Han Yao, she was just a random little deer.

But, Nanfeng Haozhe was the first to make things difficult for her.

She pushed Nanfeng Haozhe's hand away, and looked at him with eyes that were neither servile nor overbearing, saying each word: "A person like you is unworthy of having children, unworthy of being a husband."

With that said, Han Yao decided to go downstairs to eat.

Because the nurse downstairs said dinner was ready.

Nanfeng Haozhe's fuse was ignited by Han Yao, causing his face to immediately turn white. His eyebrows twisted tightly, and black wave lines continuously emitted from his forehead.

Nanfeng Haozhe who was burning with anger clenched his fist and smashed at the wall.

At the joints, the skin was injured.

Blood slowly seeped out of his skin, and the bloodthirsty man looked as if he had been provoked. He rushed forward and hugged Han Yao from the back, then carried her all the way to her bedroom.

Han Yao was thrown onto the big bed.

Nanfeng Haozhe completely ignored the fact that Han Yao was still a pregnant woman. He frantically tore at her clothes, and bit her arm, neck …

Han Yao gasped for breath and used her hands to resist.

Nanfeng Haozhe roughly untied his belt, used it to tie both of Han Yao's hands up, and tied them to the bedside.

Such a humiliating action …

This was his second time.

This time, Han Yao didn't struggle …

Because she knew that no matter how she struggled, it would be useless.

Her hands were tied up, her legs were pressed down, and she couldn't move at all. She just lay there like a doll. The moment her ice-cold lips touched Han Yao's small face, her heart turned cold as well.

Tears gently slid down her cheeks …

He was as crazy as a demon, but Han Yao just quietly cried.

It was as if the person on his body wasn't him.

Pain …

No matter how painful it was for Han Yao, he could only bite the corner of her mouth. She did not want to cry out, not even a little bit of sound, not even a sound of pain.

"Nanfeng Haozhe, if you treat me like this, I will definitely make you regret it!"

Han Yao was like a cloth doll that had lost all feeling.

She was lying, and the tears on her face showed that she had been emotional. And the current Han Yao, was like a dead person who didn't care about anything, and had a pair of chaotic eyes.

Looking at such a Han Yao, Nanfeng Haozhe became even more angry.

What did she mean?

Did he not care about death?

This stubbornness and haughtiness of hers was what he hated the most. Today, he wanted to step on her pride and stubbornness beneath his feet. He didn't believe that there was still a woman that he couldn't subdue!

Nanfeng Haozhe looked down at Han Yao from above, both hands tightly pinching her chin, forcing her to look at him. Then, he shouted fiercely: "Scream, didn't you call me quite a bit just now?"

Han Yao was unwilling. She bit her lips, not allowing Nanfeng Haozhe to pry open her teeth.

His white teeth sank into his lower lip, and a thick smell of blood spread from the corner of his mouth.

Han Yao remained indifferent the entire time.

Seeing her like this, Nanfeng Haozhe became even more furious.

The more she pretended not to care, the angrier he got.

He was rough and direct.

Han Yao frowned, blood filling her mouth.

… ….

After that.

Nanfeng Haozhe got up, took out a set of clean clothes from the wardrobe, put them on, grabbed the car keys, started the car, and drove out of the villa.

Han Yao laid on the bed, her entire body felt like it had been crushed by a taxi, she felt extremely sore, and tears quietly ran down her cheeks.

The past slowly flowed through his mind.

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to cry.

… ….

Bar.

Under the flickering light, Jiang Ruxue swayed her body and twisted it. Several robust men surrounded her. The men squinted their eyes, staring straight at Jiang Ruxue, from time to time they winked at her.

One by one, the lustful men, on purpose, turned Jiang Ruxue's body, causing the men around her to become more restless.

This sort of feeling, where one could see it and not get it, was enough to tempt a lowly man to action.

Just as Jiang Ruxue was immersed in this kind of illusory vanity, the lady beside her touched her arm, "Is that the Young Master Nanfeng at the door?"

With that, the women charged over with their bodies twisted.

"Oh, Young Master Nanfeng, what wind blew you here?"

One by one, the bees and bees that looked like they were seeing a flower swarmed over and surrounded Nanfeng Haozhe in the middle. Jiang Ruxue saw that his face was cold and his whole body was filled with anger, so he also stepped off the stage.

He walked towards Nanfeng Haozhe.

"Why are you free today? "Well, would you like a drink?"

After Jiang Ruxue finished speaking, she looked at the lady beside her, called the waiter and said: "Come, bring me a bottle of better red wine, remember, give me the best. Young Master Nanfeng wants to drink today, so I'm going to look for trouble with you if you give me bad wine. "

The waiter understood the situation and immediately led Jiang Ruxue and Nanfeng Haozhe to the private box inside.

The other girls by the side, who had been glared at by Jiang Ruxue, all left the stage in regret.

Everyone knew recently that Nanfeng Haozhe's wife was pregnant. Seeing this man in the bar at this time, everyone knew that he must be here to have fun, even if he didn't want to be alone.

But, before they could grab the chance, Jiang Ruxue had already snatched it away.

Anyone would be jealous.

However, jealousy was jealousy. What else could they do?

After all, Jiang Ruxue was a big star, they were just a small model. With the addition of the Jiang Clan's influence, how could a small fry like them have the power to contend against others?

Sad music flowed in the box, carrying a hint of melancholy.

Jiang Ruxue looked at Nanfeng Haozhe's cold face, and continued to drink, she lowered her eyes, pondered for a moment, and then sat beside Nanfeng Haozhe.

"Hao Zhe, did something happen?"

Nanfeng Haozhe impatiently put down the wine cup in his hand, threw off Jiang Ruxue's hand and coldly said: "I'll be leaving first."

He just wanted to have a quiet drink in the bar.

How could he meet Jiang Ruxue anywhere?

It was just like a fly, always chirping and annoying.

Nanfeng Haozhe left the bar with a cold and assured face. He looked at the wine on the table and clenched his fists tightly. She hated Han Yao to the bones.

It was obvious that Han Yao was angry at her, but why, why did he want to be angry at her? What had she done wrong? Jiang Ruxue could not understand, what qualifications did she, Han Yao, have to hurt Nanfeng Haozhe?

She was jealous, jealous to the point of hate!