His wife's pregnancy bump disappeared, and Mr. Huo was going crazy missing her.

Outside the car window, the dappled neon lights shone through the window and reflected on the woman.

It was as if a soft-focus filter had been applied, blurring her features.

Huo Yanbei's gaze was fixed on Qiao Mian's face. For a moment, her face and the image of Ah Wu kept changing.

They eventually overlapped.

He slowly reached out, his cool palm caressing the woman's cheek, his fingertips tracing her eyebrows and eyes inch by inch.

Finally, as his rough fingertips pressed heavily against her lips, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

Just as Qiao Mian panicked and tried to push him away, he released her lips.

The man's warm forehead pressed against hers, his high, straight nose gently brushing against the tip of her nose, his breath hot and scorching. "Qiao Mian, you are definitely not my A-Wu. My A-Wu would never reject me again and again, and would never make my heart ache..."

Heartbreaking...

Qiao Mian felt that it sounded very strange coming from his mouth.

Will he really be heartbroken because of her?

But he clearly doesn't love her...

And you still despise her so much...

Qiao Mian gently pushed him away. "Mr. Huo, as you said, if your sister A Wu cared about you, she wouldn't want to see you so heartbroken... So, I am indeed not your sister A Wu."

As he finished speaking, Huo Yanbei leaned closer, resting his head heavily on her shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against her neck. "But I want you to be A-Wu, yet I don't want you to be her..."

As he spoke, he leaned his entire weight against her.

A pair of arms tightly embraced her waist.

"Mr. Huo, you... let go."

Qiao Mian raised her hand and pushed his shoulder.

The man collapsed directly onto her lap.

He turned his body and buried his face in her waist.

When she pushed him away again, the arms around her waist tightened even more.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Qiao Mian lowered her head and took a closer look.

He was asleep with his eyes closed.

He drank some wine at the dinner party, and now he's talking to her so much.

She could clearly smell the alcohol mixed with tobacco on him.

He must have been a little drunk by now, which is why he fell asleep.

He just lay there on her lap, holding her waist, his face buried in her waist and abdomen...

Qiao Mian felt psychologically disgusted by the idea of ​​her being intimately entangled with a married man.

Just as she pushed him again, Chen Ke, who was driving, saw the situation in the back seat through the rearview mirror. "Attorney Qiao, President Huo is a little drunk. Let him rest for a while, otherwise, he'll have a headache again."

Qiao Mian stopped pushing him away. "Does Mr. Huo have headaches?"

Chen Ke: "Yes, and it's quite serious. Sometimes when it flares up, even medication can't relieve it. In severe cases, my whole body is convulsing."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mian felt a faint bittersweet feeling welling up inside her.

She couldn't help but recall the last time in the CEO's office, when Huo Yanbei pressed his head, his face pale, his forehead beaded with sweat, and he angrily knocked over the cup of tea she had handed him.

It turned out that he was having a headache that time...

Qiao Mian lowered her eyes, and in the dim light from the overhead lamp, she looked at the man's face, which was still furrowed even though he was asleep. She felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if something had scratched her.

"he……"

Qiao Mian's voice was slightly hoarse as she asked Chen Ke, "What caused Mr. Huo's headaches?"

Chen Ke hesitated for a moment, but then realized that given President Huo's possessiveness towards Attorney Qiao, there was nothing to hide, so she told the truth.

"Six years ago, after Miss Huo Wu died, Mr. Huo began to suffer from insomnia, and over the years he developed headaches."

Qiao Mian was taken aback.

She never imagined that Huo Yanbei's headaches were caused by her.

At this moment, her heart was filled with complex emotions. She murmured to herself, "Does he really like Huo Wu...?"

The voice was very soft, and Chen Ke didn't hear it.

The man lying in her arms seemed to hear her, nuzzling his cheek deeper into her embrace, and muttering indistinctly, "Awu, brother missed you so much..."

Qiao Mian's body stiffened slightly. Her raised hand paused in mid-air for two seconds before finally landing on his shoulder and back, gently stroking it.

The way he lay in her arms right now was just like when they first met, when they lived in a rented apartment. Whenever he lost his temper because he couldn't see and hurt himself, scaring her to tears, he would lie in her arms like this, holding her tightly...

"Attorney Qiao, how did you end up with Attorney Gu?"

In the quiet carriage, Chen Ke's sudden question pulled her out of her reverie.

Qiao Mian pursed her lips and remained silent.

Chen Ke sighed, "If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Gu is President Huo's childhood friend, and the two aren't as close as brothers, President Huo would definitely..."

Chen Ke didn't say the second half of the sentence, "I'll take you back."

I was afraid it would disturb Qiao Mian's sleep.

He could clearly sense that Attorney Qiao was nervous every time he faced President Huo.

Even though he didn't finish his sentence, Qiao Mian knew what he was going to say.

It seems Gu Huainian made the right bet.

Huo Yanbei will indeed consider the bond between brothers and will no longer pester her.

As for his kiss just now, and his intimate actions now, Qiao Mian attributed it all to him being drunk...

"Can headaches be cured completely?"

After a long silence, Qiao Mian asked in a low voice.

Chen Ke: "Actually, over the years, Mr. Huo has seen many doctors for treatment, but the results have been minimal. The doctors said that the root of the problem is psychological, and that mental illness requires mental medicine."

At this point, Chen Ke sighed heavily, "I thought your appearance could heal President Huo's heartache, but I never expected that you would actually be with his good friend. Attorney Qiao, your killing is really cruel to President Huo."

Qiao Mian gave a bitter smile. "Am I just supposed to obediently stay by his side and be a substitute?"

Chen Ke was speechless.

He had always viewed the issue from President Huo's perspective, but in fact, if you look at it from another angle, Qiao Mian was indeed innocent.

"arrive."

Chen Ke glanced out the car window and then steadily parked the car on the side of the road.

Qiao Mian looked at the man who was still fast asleep, hesitated for a few seconds, raised her hand, and tried to push him off her lap. Suddenly, the man's arms around her waist tightened.

It hurt a little when it was pulled tight.

She had no choice but to push him away again, but Huo Yanbei's arms were like iron clamps, firmly fixed on her waist, hugging her tighter and tighter.

Qiao Mian looked at Chen Ke with pleading eyes, "Could you move him for me..."

Chen Ke got out of the car, walked around the front of the car, went to the back door, opened the door, grabbed Huo Yanbei's arm, and used some force to pull the man away from Qiao Mian's arms.

Freed from her predicament, Qiao Mian didn't dare waste a minute. After getting out of the car, she turned around and took a deep look at Huo Yanbei, who was leaning against the car window, before turning and walking into the alley.