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Then he went to the big bedroom.

Han Yao guessed that if he and Nanfeng Haozhe were truly husband and wife, then the two of them must have been able to sleep in a big bedroom in the past?

The curtains in the room were drawn, so it seemed somewhat dark.

The color of the room was extremely simple. There was a wardrobe, a dressing table, two simple bedside tables, and also a bed.

The sheets were neat.

In the wardrobe, Han Yao opened up all the drawers.

Several of the lattices were men's shirts, suits, and sports clothes. There was a white shirt in one of the cabinets. The shirt looked like a man's shirt, but it was well-preserved. There was also a lady's dress in one of the cabinets. This dress was not like an ordinary skirt. Although it was black, it gave off a luxurious feeling.

Han Yao took out her skirt and stood in front of the mirror. She subconsciously gestured on his body, and it actually matched up to her height?

Somehow, Han Yao had actually put the skirt on top of her body.

She was wearing a black, waist-length dress that was a little too big for Han Yao.

Han Yao shook her head and took off her skirt.

It seemed that this dress was not the one she had worn before.

"Liar!" He loved his wife very much. And the result? There was nothing in the room that belonged to a woman? Furthermore, this kind of dress did not fit Han Yao's figure. It seemed that this dress belonged to another woman.

When Han Yao thought about this, she angrily shut the door and directly went downstairs.

Downstairs, fresh red roses were placed in a vase.

Han Yao had seen this type of rose before when she was brought to the hotel by Nanfeng Haozhe. The smell was very sweet, especially from the morning. There were droplets of water and fresh, tender green thorns, giving off a very enchanting vibe.

"Yao`er, I'm going to work. The breakfast on the table is the skinnier porridge I made for you."

Han Yao looked at this piece of paper. The words on it were cool and powerful, indeed, it did look like it was written by a man. She said, people are like words, Nanfeng Haozhe's words are so beautiful, but people are so scummy. It seemed that those words were a lie.

Han Yao sat on the table and looked at the skinny meat porridge inside the bowl. She gently held it up and poured it into the dustbin.

She did not dare to drink the porridge that Nanfeng Haozhe had prepared.

A man who even dared to murder his own child, how could he let his wife, who had abandoned him for so many years, off the hook? Thus, at this moment, Han Yao already had his guard up against Nanfeng Haozhe.

"Du, du, du … …"

Just as Han Yao was in a daze, the phone in the living room rang.

Only then did she remember that her phone was still in Nanfeng Haozhe's office, and had not been taken away.

Han Yao walked over and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yao'er, bring me some chicken soup from your kitchen."

When Han Yao heard her, she immediately wanted to hang up.

"Yao'er, if you want me to divorce you, you have to be obedient."

When Han Yao heard the words divorce, her heart softened.

She wanted to divorce this man. She didn't want to have anything to do with him for even a minute.

Han Yao thought for a moment, then said: "Alright, I hope you will keep your promise."

Nanfeng Haozhe pursed his lips and hung up.

He turned the chair in the office around and said to Ling Ling, "Have the gossip reporter come in and wait in the resting room. I believe Yao'er will be here soon. "

Ling Ling looked at Nanfeng Haozhe and said, "CEO, will Miss Han really come?"

"She will come."

Nanfeng Haozhe laughed, staring at the video on the computer screen. The screen on top of the computer was his bedroom's surveillance video. On it was the scene of Han Yao interviewing for clothes in the room a few minutes ago, and the process of her slamming the door and leaving.

Nanfeng Haozhe rubbed his chin, looking at the cute girl in the video seriously.

… ….

Ten minutes later, Han Yao appeared at the entrance of Nanfeng Haozhe's office carrying chicken soup.

Before Han Yao could even enter the office, she was surrounded by reporters who squeezed out of the resting room. Alone in the crowd, the people around her were asking her questions.

Han Yao was first flustered, she had not faced a reporter or a camera in a long time.

But, she thought, maybe this is Nanfeng Haozhe's plan? He had asked her to come with the chicken soup. He wanted to tell the reporters that she was back and that they were very fond of her. This way, Yu Shuyuan would naturally be excited by it. Then, Nanfeng Haozhe could be considered to have taken revenge against his love rival.

Han Yao understood what Nanfeng Haozhe meant, and she tried her best to control her anxiety. She stood in the crowd indifferently, and watched a woman ask a question — — "Miss Han, may I ask if you plan on living a good life with Chief Executive Officer of Southwind after you return? Or did he come back for a divorce? Is it true that you left with Doctor Yu a few years ago? "

Han Yao looked at the door to her office, slowly opened her mouth, and said in a soft voice, "Yes, I did indeed leave with Doctor Yu in the past few years. Now that I have returned, I naturally came back with Nanfeng Haozhe …"

Before Han Yao even finished saying the word "divorce", the door to Nanfeng Haozhe's office opened. He placed both his hands in her pockets and walked out, grabbing onto Han Yao's hand in time, and then facing the camera, she said calmly, "Everyone wait in the resting room, his wife brought me chicken soup, I didn't think that my wife would personally make me chicken soup at home. If you want to ask questions, ask them later. I'll have chicken soup first. "

After she finished speaking, before Han Yao even had the chance to explain, Nanfeng Haozhe had pulled her into the office and "knocked" on the office door.

Ling Ling stood at the door and quickly invited the reporter to the resting room.