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When the Marketing's Fan Gao finished speaking, he then formally raised his head and looked at the young lad.

But, such an ordinary young man, he actually studied the contract, and even grasped the company's designers and their situation.

Only, this point was completely for the benefit of the company, and was unavoidably unfair to Han Yao. After all, they were all paintings by Han Yao, and a portion of them were signed by the company.

"This plan of yours is very bold. I want to ask you, do you not know the relationship between Han Yao and me?"

Fan Gao looked at Nanfeng Haozhe's meaningful look, he laughed and said: "I know a bit, as a member of the company, I am only standing for the benefit of the company. As for designer Han, all I know is that as an employee of the company, she has an obligation to pay for the company. Of course, if the CEO is willing, I can personally persuade the designer. "

She avoided answering important questions, but before she could even discuss things that involved the privacy of the two of them, Nanfeng Haozhe realized that he seemed to be liking this fellow more and more.

"Du, du, du … …"

The phone rang.

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at the word "mother" that was displayed on his phone.

"Haozhe, transfer a million over to Mommy."

Shen Limei took her phone and stood by the window.

Fan Gao indicated that he should leave first. Nanfeng Haozhe went and sat him down, and waited for him to finish receiving the call.

"Zheng Nanjun asked for more money, right?"

Nanfeng Haozhe directly asked, as he did not want to beat around the bush. She sighed and said in a pleading tone, "Son, mother has no other choice. I've heard that the company's recent sales results aren't very good either. How about you let your Uncle Zheng head back to the Sales Department? "What's more, he kept making me take out money. This money belongs to the company as well …"

"Alright, Mom, stop it. I am very satisfied with the new manager of the Sales Department. As for Zheng Nanjun, he did it for himself, I will not give him the money, I hope you will not give it to him. "

With that, Nanfeng Haozhe hung up.

Actually, Nanfeng Haozhe felt that there was something going on between them. However, while he wanted to believe in his mother, he couldn't convince himself of that.

"As for Han Yao, I will be responsible for convincing her. As for the Marketing, you can handle it. "

After Nanfeng Haozhe finished speaking, Fan Gao thanked him profusely.

Tonight, he finally didn't need to work overtime.

"Not bad at all. Good luck."

When Ling Ling saw Fan Gao walking out, she couldn't help but like him. In the Nanfeng Group, Fan Gao was the first person who could change the decision that Nanfeng Haozhe had already made.

Fan Gao smiled at Ling Ling, "Sister Ling, there's no need to work overtime today.

"Forget it. Another day."

Nanfeng Haozhe left the office from the back, and then, floated out slowly and said, "You want to chase after girls? I'll teach you a few moves another day. "

Such direct words made Fan Gao and Ling Ling feel extremely embarrassed.

… ….

That night, when Nanfeng Haozhe returned to the villa, he took the initiative to buy some nuts and brought them back.

He even bought a small piece of chocolate.

Han Yao looked at the chocolate that Nanfeng Haozhe had purposely given her, his eyes rolling around his eye sockets as he looked at Nanfeng Haozhe in disbelief.

Ever since he became pregnant, Han Yao had not eaten chocolate again.

Nanfeng Haozhe had strictly restricted her diet, and normally, she wouldn't even dare to think about it.

Han Yao was not surprised.

"Why are you being so nice to me today? What kind of plot is this?"

"Wife, don't say that. I was just thinking that it must have been hard for you to get pregnant, so I went to the supermarket to buy one after work. How about it? Are you moved? "

Han Yao snatched the chocolate away.

With a small bite, a rich fragrance filled the entire corner of his mouth.

It was really very sweet!

It's been too long since I last ate it, Han Yao is too greedy.

"Wife, I suddenly thought of something. It's almost the new year, isn't it fun in your hometown for the new year? I think this year, I'll take you and the baby and we'll go back to your hometown to celebrate the new year. "How is it?"

Han Yao heard this.

It was even more surprising than eating chocolate.

What was the wind today?

Did Nanfeng Haozhe find out?

However, Han Yao thought that since she had such a big stomach, it would be better for her not to go back.

"Forget it, it's too far. I think it's good to stay in the villa." Han Yao was still thinking about when he should escape to see his grandmother. If he returned to his hometown, wouldn't it be even harder for her to see his grandmother?

"It's okay, I'll get someone to buy a private jet. I've seen it. Isn't there an empty dam in your hometown? I can get a friend to fly over there. We'll be there soon. "

Han Yao thought that Nanfeng Haozhe was joking.

So she smiled and nodded.

During dinner time, Nanfeng Haozhe actually called his friends to tell them that he wanted to buy a private plane. Han Yao sat on the side and only after hearing his words did she understand that he was not joking.

Han Yao quickly snatched away the phone, "I'm not buying anymore, I'm not buying anymore."

Then, he looked at Nanfeng Haozhe with a straight face and lectured, "How much money do you need to buy a plane? If you have the money, keep it for the children. In the future, we will need to spend a lot of money to raise our children. "

"Then... How else are we going to spend the New Year at your parents' house? "If you go and book a ticket, I won't be able to rest at ease."

"Alright, I don't want to go back."

"Eh …."

Nanfeng Haozhe didn't know what Han Yao was thinking, but seeing that she wasn't happy, he quickly agreed, "Alright, then we won't go back any longer. If you don't want to go back, then don't. "

"Come, my wife, eat more of this porridge."

Han Yao scooped up a spoonful of congee and ate in silence, not wanting to continue thinking about this problem. Actually, it had been many years since she had gone back to her mother's house to celebrate the new year. How could she not want to go back?

But if he went back, would his mother see how restricted he was by Nanfeng Haozhe? What did Han Yao want to say? Why should I worry my mother?

"Du, du, du … …"

Nanfeng Haozhe's phone rang.

He looked at the number and cut it off.

However, the other person was also a stubborn person.

Once, twice, thrice!

Nanfeng Haozhe immediately turned off his phone.

"Who called you?"