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Han Yao was stunned and immediately stood up, her legs were weak.

However, thinking about it, this person was in his sixties and had achieved nothing. The most important person in charge of this competition was still the one in charge. Was there a need to curry favor with someone who had lost the competition?

Only then did he realize that the wine was not as dry and astringent as the ones he had bought in the supermarket. Instead, it was sweet to the taste, and the fragrance of the wine assaulted his nostrils.

"Just have a drink."

Nanfeng Haozhe reminded Han Yao who was at the side. Han Yao struggled out of his big hands and straightforwardly drank the red wine.

How could she not drink when the sixty-year-old woman had already drunk it?

Nanfeng Haozhe's mouth twitched, he looked at Han Yao, his gaze provoking: "Looks like Mrs. Jin's 82 years of wine, is to my wife's taste?"

"Hahaha... If Madame Nanfeng likes it, I'll give you another bottle when I leave. "

"Ah, then I'll thank Mrs. Jin first."

Han Yao wanted to say that there was no need for it, but in the end, Nanfeng Haozhe agreed without hesitation. She looked at him awkwardly and nodded.

After three rounds of drinking, no one said why they had gathered together today.

Although Han Yao was curious, it was not good to ask. She could only sit there quietly and eat.

Mrs. Jin stood up and toasted Nanfeng Haozhe, and then similarly said a few elegant and dignified words of respect. After that she added: "Give my regards to your Third Uncle, my son will have to be taught a few things by him in the future."

"Mrs. Jin is too polite. Third Uncle has already been away from home for many years. Furthermore, we have already seen your capabilities. "

After Nanfeng Haozhe finished, he drank the wine in his cup.

Although Mrs. Jin still had a smile on her face, Han Yao saw some awkwardness in the corner of her eyes.

Then, Mrs. Jin went to the side to toast the two, while Nanfeng Haozhe took out his cell phone and knocked on the table.

Not long later,'s phone rang with a text message.

She opened it and saw that it was actually sent by Nanfeng Haozhe …

"Mrs. Jin's son is working at the Bureau of Meteorology. This time, it is likely that her son did not anticipate the change of weather. She probably guessed that my third uncle expected it. I forgot to tell you last time, my Third Uncle was once the supreme leader of the Meteorological Department … "

Cough …

After Han Yao read the short message, she sighed and then strongly suppressed the amazement in her heart. It was fortunate that she had doubted Nanfeng Haozhe's Third Uncle's prediction. I didn't expect him to be a professional!

"Oh right, why would she toast me?"

"The answer will be revealed soon."

Han Yao looked at Nanfeng Haozhe's reply to the message, and then glanced at the three people in the room.

A balding, old-fashioned dressed man with a beer stomach came over. He took the initiative to praise both Nanfeng Haozhe and Han Yao a little, then slowly revealed their purpose for coming here tonight.

After hearing the man's description, Han Yao finally understood.

So it turns out that they were inviting Nanfeng Haozhe's Tin to stay in the top ten stores for free. Not only that, they would announce that the first place of the competition would belong to Tin, and they would even be willing to compensate a portion of the economic and reputation losses.

Combined with this fact, Han Yao understood why the Mrs. Jin was thanking her. It should be because she was grateful to her for designing those clothes that were suitable for this cold autumn.

As for why Nanfeng Haozhe was able to hold on throughout the entire process, and why he was still late, he should have long guessed that this would be the outcome!

After understanding the whole situation, Han Yao's eyes lit up like stars as she looked at Nanfeng Haozhe. She suddenly felt that the man beside her had grown even more imposing!

To be able to completely control the situation, and to do it in such a watertight manner, and even to the point of being calm and composed, I am afraid, in this A city, there is not a second person who can compare to Nanfeng Haozhe, right?

… ….

Walking out of the hotel, the air outside the window was two degrees lower than it was in the afternoon. It was already midnight. The people on the streets were in a hurry, wearing all sorts of clothes and shuttling through the crowd.

Han Yao stretched her lazy waist and got into the sports car while trembling.

Nanfeng Haozhe shook his head, looking at the foolish Han Yao, he came closer to her and stared at her …

"What?"

"What do you think?"

He smirked as he pulled the seat belt over her head to fasten it.

"I just called the hospital and they said that we can still go see Grandma now. Do you want to go see her now, or do you want to go in the morning?"

Only after hearing Nanfeng Haozhe say this did Han Yao remember that she had been busy with him the moment she returned to her country, so busy that she forgot to look for her grandmother.

He slapped his face with both hands and said urgently, "I'll go now."

By the time Han Yao and Nanfeng Haozhe got to the hospital,'s grandmother was already asleep. Han Yao didn't have the heart to disturb her grandmother's rest. She could only stand outside the window and watch …

However, looking at it from such a distance, she felt extremely satisfied!

"Thank you, CEO."

"You want to call me husband?"

He looked serious, and she froze, her mouth forming an "O".

"Didn't you say that you would thank me? You don't even want to call me husband? "

Han Yao leaned against Nanfeng Haozhe's shoulder and shouted in a small but happy voice, "Hubby …"

"Hai."

"Hubby, hubby …"

"Good boy."

"You're so annoying!" Han Yao shook off his arm and ran out of the hospital.

The two of them tossed and turned for the whole day, and by the time they got home, it was already almost 11 P.M.

After washing up, Han Yao laid on the bed.

"Gulp..."

Nanfeng Haozhe's stomach was growling?

Han Yao got up awkwardly, rubbed her stomach, and said to herself: "I'll go cook something to eat, and I'll also cook some for you."

"Do you want me to help you?"

"No need, you rest."

Han Yao went to open the fridge and checked ….

Apart from the noodles, most of the rest were due to their three days out of date or had broken down.

"Then cook an omelette."

"Alright."

Nanfeng Haozhe had already walked to her side, folded his arms, and looked down at her from above.

She cooked the noodles while he turned on the computer to handle some official matters. In merely ten minutes, a bowl of steaming hot noodles was delivered to Nanfeng Haozhe's side.

The white mist engulfed the noodles and the fragrance lingered in the air. In the middle of the bowl, there was a heart-shaped fried egg. Just looking at it made one have an appetite.

Nanfeng Haozhe picked up a few of the noodles, blew on them, brought them to Han Yao's mouth, and said lovingly: "Come, open your mouth …"