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He quickly pulled Yao Yao to take her to the hospital.

"Yaoyao, if you don't want to go, then I … I don't know how to treat you. Well, we're just going to see a doctor and ask him what the hell is going on. If you're afraid of an injection, we won't. If you're afraid of taking medicine, I'll accompany you to eat, okay? "

He still wanted to try and persuade her, but Yao Yao hid in the corner of the room, closing the door behind her. She didn't want to go out again …

Nanfeng Haozhe anxiously knocked on the door, while Yao Yao cried silently. His mind was blank, he had no idea how anxious Nanfeng Haozhe was outside.

Nanfeng Haozhe sat on the sofa and waited for a while, then knocked on the door again.

Still no movement.

Nanfeng Haozhe was worried that something might happen, so he kept knocking on the door. However, Yao Yao still didn't move. Nanfeng Haozhe lost his patience as he stood outside the door and roared, "Yaoyao, if you still don't open the door, I'll break it open. You have to believe me, I can still knock the door open for such a small matter. If anything happens to you. You come out, you tell me. If you don't believe in the hospital, I can call the doctor and ask him to come home. "

After Nanfeng Haozhe finished speaking, he began to slam the door with his shoulder.

In truth, there were keys in the house, but when Nanfeng Haozhe got angry, he did not care about it anymore.

Yao Yao was afraid, so she quickly opened the door.

She stood behind the door with her head drooped down in tears. Nanfeng Haozhe squeezed into the room and grabbed Yao Yao's shoulders with both hands and nervously led her to the bedside to let her sit down. Only then did she ask gently, "Don't cry, I know you have your own difficulties. But if you tell me, if you don't, what will I do? I don't know how to do it either. "

Yao Yao looked at Nanfeng Haozhe with a bitter face, as he pitifully wrote on his palm: I don't want to see a doctor, I just need to stay at home for a few days.

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at her and said resolutely, "That won't do, look at your little face, it's so swollen that it's about to swell up. If we continue to stay here, what will happen? "

"Please, I don't want to go to the hospital."

Yao Yao wrote on the palm of his hand, writing Nanfeng Haozhe's heart down. The pair of large eyes that could speak stared straight at him. Nanfeng Haozhe had no way to face this kind of Han Yao.

He could only reluctantly nod his head.

"Alright, I'll listen to whatever you say from now on. However, you must promise me that you won't hide anything from me. If you're not feeling well, you have to tell me. Do you know? "

"Right."

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at Yao Yao whose tears had turned into smiles, then led her to the living room. Only then did he take out his chopsticks and ask her to eat dinner with him.

Of course, for dinner, Yao Yao cooked just as bad as before.

When it was eight or nine in the evening, Nanfeng Haozhe and Yao Yao were sitting in the courtyard, looking at the stars.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in …

"Yaoyao, I'm going to make some noodles. I'm a bit hungry."

After Nanfeng Haozhe finished speaking, he caressed her hair and immediately went to the kitchen to cook noodles. Seeing that Nanfeng Haozhe was hungry and was about to cook, Yao Yao also followed him into the kitchen.

Nanfeng Haozhe planned to cook some pasta.

He boiled the water first and then took a few noodles according to their quantity. Then, he took out a tomato, a fresh little tomato, and cut it into pieces.

"Mm, mm …"

Yaoyao passed the already bought ketchup from the cabinet to Nanfeng Haozhe, who took the ketchup from her, and explained gently, "This ketchup is not fresh. If you do it normally, you can save a lot of time. I'm used to making my own ketchup. I'll make you some fresh spaghetti with tomato sauce tonight. "

"Yes, yes." Yao Yao's mouth let out an "En" sound as she happily nodded her head. She was on the verge of jumping up in joy.

Next, Nanfeng Haozhe calmly stir-fried tomato sauce, boiled noodles …

Yao Yao stood behind him, suddenly pressing his body against his back. Afterwards, his hands were wrapped around his waist …

"Yao …"

Nanfeng Haozhe's waist tightened, and slightly opened his mouth.

It had been a long time since he'd experienced this feeling of being held by someone.

Just as he was about to take Yao Yao's hand in his own, Yao Yao had already let go of his fingers and tied an apron around his waist …

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at the apron on his waist and pondered. Was it an illusion or was it … Did Yao Yao really hug him tightly?

That feeling flashed by.

However, the more quickly he disappeared, the more he wanted to catch him.

As he thought about this matter, he forgot about what was in the pot.

If not for Yao Yao pointing at the pot and shouting, Nanfeng Haozhe would not even know how long he would have been in a daze for. When Yao Yao woke him up, he discovered that the water in the pot had already come out.

"Yaoyao, I'm sorry. Just now, I wasn't paying attention. Did it burn you?"

Nanfeng Haozhe took Yao Yao's hand. Looking at the bright red back of her hand, he hurriedly blew for her …

"Why are you so stupid? Water is fine, why are you lifting the lid? You can call me that. My man, my flesh is thick, I'm fine. You're so tender and tender, if it burned you, would you want me to feel guilty? "

After hearing what Nanfeng Haozhe said, Yao Yao's face turned red. She withdrew her finger and ran towards the living room.

When Yao Yao came back to the kitchen, her notebook said, "I'm sorry, but it's because I can't cook that the CEO has to personally cook. I... I was happy to be taken in by the CEO. I didn't want to ask the CEO to cook. I just wanted to learn how to cook spaghetti... "

"Err …"

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at the words on Han Yao's book. He didn't know what to say. But there was a strange feeling in his heart.

"Yao Yao, ah, Yao Yao, actually, we are husband and wife …" Nanfeng Haozhe's words reached his mouth, but he did not tell Yao Yao Yao. At the critical moment, he still kept his mouth shut.

"Come, let's go to the living room to eat noodles."

Nanfeng Haozhe brought out the noodles and Yao Yao sat with him on the table. The two happily ate a meal of spaghetti. Yao Yao was actually unable to restrain her tears as she ate.

"Yao Yao, why are you crying? Is this noodle really that bad? "

Yao Yao shook her head …

She wrote on a piece of paper, "Not because it tastes bad, but because it tastes so good. This is the best spaghetti I've ever had. "

"Did you eat spaghetti and foreign food often before?"

"Yes."