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Han Yao casually asked, but Nanfeng Haozhe angrily roared in a bad mood, "Why are you asking so much?"

The phone rang again.

"Cloud …"

Han Yao looked at the phone in Nanfeng Haozhe's hand. She could almost imagine how worried her sister must have been for her to go through so much trouble to find Nanfeng Haozhe's phone number.

"She's fine."

Nanfeng Haozhe wanted to say a few words to him, but Han Yao shook her head and reached out to Nanfeng Haozhe: "Give me your phone, I want to call Yun Yun. If you don't pick up the phone now, she'll worry about me."

"Then let her worry."

"Nanfeng Haozhe, why are you so selfish?"

Han Yao struggled to snatch the phone from her, but she refused to give it to her.

When he dodged her, his leg accidentally tripped on Han Yao's leg.

Han Yao rolled onto the ground like a small ball. Her forehead knocked on the corner of the table, and a bag quickly formed on her forehead. Nanfeng Haozhe anxiously rushed to help Han Yao.

"Yao'er, are you alright?"

Han Yao pushed Nanfeng Haozhe away, but let out an "Ah" sound, and quickly covered his stomach with his hands. Why does my stomach hurt so much …

His stomach suddenly hurt.

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at her flustered, and quickly asked: "What's wrong? Wife, where are you in pain? Just tell me … "

"My stomach hurts, my stomach, it hurts …"

His stomach...

Nanfeng Haozhe finally realised, could it be that he hurt the child? He looked at the bloodstains on the ground and quickly called the doctor.

Not long after, the doctor arrived.

Fortunately, after the inspection, Han Yao was fine. The fetus was also normal, except for a bandage on her forehead.

Waiting for the doctor to leave, Nanfeng Haozhe took the initiative to guard beside Han Yao's bed, and handed the mobile phone over to her, apologizing sincerely: "Yao'er, I'm sorry. I just don't want her to get in touch with you. You know, she's never merciful when she curses. I'm afraid to answer her phone. "

"And that phone call you're afraid to answer?"

Was it the first time Han Yao had ever seen Nanfeng Haozhe being afraid of someone scolding him?

However, Yun Che had been a fearless woman since young, and she had protected Han Yao many times over the years. Actually, Nanfeng Haozhe wasn't afraid of clouds. The reason why he didn't want to answer the phone was probably because he felt guilty, and didn't know how to face the clouds, right?

Han Yao looked at Nanfeng Haozhe. She really wanted to ask if he had ever regretted imprisoning his this way.

"Hello? Nanfeng Haozhe, why aren't you answering the phone? Where did you hide Han Yao? I'll tell you whether you're on the phone or not, then I'll come over, then I'll go to your company … "

Clouds exploded on the phone.

Nanfeng Haozhe walked away consciously and stood by the window, smoking his cigarette.

Han Yao softly propped up her body and said softly, "Who dares to provoke you? "I can't bear to scold my husband. Aren't you afraid that I'll get angry when you scold him like that?"

"Yao'er? Is it really you? Yao'er, I've called you so many times that I couldn't get through no matter what. I was worried about you … "

Han Yao endured the pain in her heart, feigning indifference: "Don't worry, I'm fine. Am I not pregnant? The doctor told me to rest more, the phone has radiation, I do not use the phone. What's wrong? Why are you looking for me like this, is there something wrong? "

"Yao'er, I saw your contract in the newspaper. Do you know that by doing so, you are giving your future completely to …"

"Tor. I know what you want to say, so don't worry. I understand all this. Don't worry, I'll be fine if you work hard. When I have a baby, you have to be a godmother. "

"Yao'er …"

Yun Che still wanted to say something, but he interrupted her and directly bid her farewell: "Yao'er, I'll be hanging up first. I'm going to take a walk."

"Yao …"

Yun Che's words were replaced by the sound of the phone being hung up. Han Yao then placed her phone on the bedside table. Nanfeng Haozhe then walked over, and apologized sincerely: "Sorry, Yao'er, I …"

"I don't blame you."

Han Yao took out a book from the drawer and started reading.

Nanfeng Haozhe saw that Han Yao did not say a word, but the words that he wanted to say were swallowed back down his throat.

He turned around and returned to the study, smoking continuously.

Midnight.

Tonight there was only cold air and fog, no stars or moon.

Nanfeng Haozhe sneezed, then turned and returned to his bedroom.

There were a few Design Draft s on the bedside table. It seemed that Han Yao had casually drawn this drawing when she was a scoundrel. Nanfeng Haozhe remembered that he had seen a few Spring series previously. If he took these two drafts, he would sign the name of the company's designer, and he would also sign Han Yao's name …

Then, the company's sales results should be saved.

After hesitating for a moment, Nanfeng Haozhe kept the script into his briefcase.

On the second day, he brought the manuscript to the company and passed it to the people of Design Department and the Marketing …

When Han Yao woke up, she found that the script was missing, so she was not angry.

After all, the reason she placed it on the bedside table was so that she could give it to Nanfeng Haozhe.

She was pregnant, but she still had to hand over the Design Draft.

It was just that Han Yao did not know that her script had been signed by someone else …

That night, Nanfeng Haozhe worked overtime for the entire night.

When Han Yao slept to the middle of the night, she thought of her escape plan.

She pulled all the clothes out of the wardrobe and tied one piece of clothing to the other. Just like that, the other piece of clothing was tied together into a rope.

Throw it out the window again.

Han Yao tied one end of her clothes to the foot of the bed in the room, then pulled at the clothes with all her might, making them seem very sturdy.

Then, Han Yao pulled her clothes and flipped out of the window.

In the middle of the night, the security guards were already dozing off. Han Yao sat on the windowsill, the night breeze was very cold. She covered her stomach with her hands, and the little darling kicked her hard.

Could it be that the little fellow was afraid?

"Darling, don't be afraid. Mom will be careful. You have to be brave like Mom."

As long as she was able to escape, she would be able to roam everywhere.

He was no longer a worm in this small villa.

When Han Yao thought of the word "freedom", her body was immediately filled with power.

He gritted his teeth and held on to the rope, trying his best to slide down.

The night wind blew his fingers until they were ice-cold. Han Yao only held onto the rope for a while before she felt as if her fingers had become numb from the cold.

It slid down bit by bit …

Han Yao looked at the ground below her, and started to feel weak.

Since the security chief wasn't on duty, she could still comfort herself. As long as she slowly slid down, she would be free.

But …

Slicing and sliding, because Han Yao's body was too cold, she lost all her strength from the cold.

If they fell from the height of the second floor, she and her child would be finished.

When he thought about her children, Han Yao was both nervous and excited. For the sake of her children, she should insist.

"Ahh …"

One of the clothes slipped as soon as he touched it …

There was one piece of clothes that was not tied properly, which Han Yao dropped right after she grabbed it. Fortunately, Han Yao's other hand was still holding onto it.

However, her fearful shriek attracted the attention of the security guards.

The security team leader and his teammates looked at Han Yao who was hanging in mid air and were all shocked.