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Why are you doing this to me?

Only his Han Yao could think of a way to grow lotus roots in a swimming pool, right?

Then he pinched her cheek and said, "If you want to see the lotus flowers, I'll have someone dig a large pond to grow them. How could this lotus seed live in a swimming pool? Idiot, lotus roots need soil. Have you forgotten that line of poetry? To emerge unscathed is the description of a lotus. "

"This..."

Han Yao looked at the finished product drawings of the clothes she had designed. Most of them were green, blue and pink in color. She knew, in the past, was the one who shot all the advertisements, and now that Nanfeng Haozhe had asked, it meant that he was going to change Jiang Ruxue.

"Yao`er, the manager of Marketing told me to come here and ask for your opinion."

Han Yao flipped through the advertising plan …

With her sharp eyes, she looked at the signature on the script. What? There was even one that was signed Sister Zhou, and one that was very long.

Shan?

These works clearly came from her hands!

"Why is this name signed by someone else?"

"Ahh …"

Nanfeng Haozhe had seized the proposal, how could he forget about this? Ever since something happened to Han Yao's contract, her signature, Han Yao's, clothes were all sold poorly. Therefore, Han Yao's manuscripts were basically all signed by other people in the company.

For the company's sales, Nanfeng Haozhe did not discuss this matter with Han Yao.

"Maybe they wrote the wrong words?"

"They wrote the wrong words, but they also wrote the wrong words?" If I wrote incorrectly, it would be impossible for me to write so many manuscripts into other people's hands, or in a different person's name? What was going on? Nanfeng Haozhe! "

Han Yao's tone became higher, and Nanfeng Haozhe had no choice but to speak the truth.

After Han Yao heard this, she pointed to the names on the plans angrily, "Is my script someone else who has been signing my name all this time?"

"Because of what happened last time …"

"The last time I signed that contract, it affected sales. Then, you will sign all my works under the name of someone else? What do you want me to do in the future? Nanfeng Haozhe, my script is indeed from the company. The company can appoint people to it and can also sign their names, but since you have respect, you should at least tell me, right? I don't expect you to discuss it with me, but do I have the right to know? "

In truth, to the others who signed their names on the list, if they could sell better, she was willing to support such actions. But the question was, why not tell her?

Was this to confirm that she would not agree, or what?

"Since this Design Draft belongs to someone else, then why would you pretend to ask for my opinion? Nanfeng Haozhe, don't you think you're being hypocritical? "

Han Yao threw the plan back into Nanfeng Haozhe's hands, then turned and went upstairs.

His good mood had been ruined once again.

That night, no matter how Nanfeng Haozhe tried to explain, Han Yao was not willing to talk to him anymore.

After Han Yao ate dinner and fell asleep, the doctors abroad contacted Nanfeng Haozhe.

Nanfeng Haozhe got someone to prescribe some medicine, and after that, he went to the big hospital to get some medicine, and then secretly placed it in Han Yao's food. This way, he would trick Han Yao into eating the medicine.

In the next few days, Han Yao ate some medicine, and her mood stabilized.

But, Nanfeng Haozhe discovered another problem …

Han Yao's sleep, was getting worse!

Also, she seemed to retch and retch from time to time, as if she was pregnant?

"Recently, I seem to be a bit off?"

Han Yao looked at herself in the mirror, as if her face had lost weight.

Nanfeng Haozhe walked behind her and comforted her, "You're not tired, so it's not good to sleep. "Oh right, I've decided to let you go to the company as a model in order to make up for my previous mistake. How about that?"

"Forget it, can you see the picture I took?"

"My wife is of course the most beautiful."

Han Yao looked at Nanfeng Haozhe, his mouth was too good at talking, upon thinking about it, he believed his mouth. Really, sweet talk, killing people.

"However, I haven't been out for a long time. I want to go to your company to watch the models take pictures."

"Sure. I had it arranged, arranged. I'll just take you to see it. "

Ever since he had confirmed that Han Yao was sick, Nanfeng Haozhe had been more indulgent towards her. Basically, if she wanted to go out, he would agree. Of course, after Han Yao got sick, her mind wasn't as wild as before. On the contrary, she was used to living in the house and didn't like going out.

It was rare for her to want to watch a model taking pictures. Nanfeng Haozhe immediately called Fan Gao to arrange a model for her to take pictures as soon as possible.

Fan Gao was also a member of the action faction, he had already settled things the next day and started filming in the afternoon of the same day.

When Han Yao arrived at the scene, she took the initiative to bring a stool over for her to sit and watch. Nanfeng Haozhe accompanied her at the side throughout the entire process. Holding Han Yao's hand, the two of them admired each other, and exchanged some ideas from time to time.

"CEO, Zheng Nanjun..."

Ling Ling walked over and muttered to Nanfeng Haozhe, and Nanfeng Haozhe looked at him, and said to Han Yao: "I need to go take care of some matters."

"Alright."

Zheng Nanjun, actually, even Han Yao had heard the name. Since there was something going on at the company, she naturally didn't want to disturb him in his business. Moreover, Zheng Nanjun was a rather troublesome person to begin with.

"Ugh …"

Han Yao retched a little as she quickly covered her mouth with a tissue.

After looking for a while, he felt that the light from the camera was somewhat dazzling, Han Yao got up from the chair, and leaned on it. Ling Ling saw that her expression was not good, and walked over and asked with concern: "Madam, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No …." No problem... "Ugh …"

Before Han Yao could finish her sentence, she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to vomit.

Recently, she didn't know why, but she felt like vomiting.

Was she pregnant? That was impossible, she had only been here for a short while, yet Nanfeng Haozhe had not touched her. If you were to say that his stomach was not good enough? Her stomach had always been fine, and her diet had been regular lately. Her stomach didn't hurt.

Why do you always feel disgusted?

Han Yao entered the bathroom and vomited for a while. She felt weak all over.

He staggered for two steps before quickly squatting down, squinting his eyes. Only after a while did he dare to stand up.

"Did you notice? "My lady, she seems to have a bad complexion and is vomiting all the time. Can she be pregnant again so soon?"

"How is this possible? How long has it been?" Let me tell you, didn't the newspaper say last time that my wife had the disease? Let me tell you, the side effects of taking medicine are very great … "

The two jabbered on and on before they left.

Han Yao was stunned on the spot. Did she get sick? Why didn't she know?