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

Huo Yanbei's dark gaze fell on the woman in his arms.

She was wearing a heavy delivery jacket.

The oversized top, loosely wrapped around her body, made her look even more frail.

At this moment, his broad, warm palms, through the cold, hard fabric, tightly gripped that frail waist that seemed so delicate it could be crushed with the slightest force.

Her face was smeared with red wine.

Perhaps it was too hot, so I opened my windbreaker.

Inside was a sweater.

Soaked in bright red wine, the thin layer of fabric clung to her skin, outlining her breasts perfectly.

With her slightly rapid breathing, her impressive figure seemed to leap out.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness: "Have you been drinking?"

Judging from her clothes, she must be delivering food.

But why would you drink alcohol?

Qiao Mian blinked her peach blossom eyes, which seemed to have been soaked in red wine, and gazed at the man in front of her with a dreamy look: "Huo Yanbei..."

But then he quickly patted his head.

No... it couldn't be him.

She must be hallucinating from being drunk...

"Yes, I am Huo Yanbei."

Seeing her sway slightly, Huo Yanbei tightened his grip around her waist and replied calmly.

Upon hearing the familiar voice again, Qiao Mian shook her confused head vigorously once more.

"Is it really you?"

As if to confirm, she slowly reached out her hand.

Her fair, slender fingers traced the outline of the man's sharply defined features.

It brushes across the deep, three-dimensional eyebrows and eyes.

A high, straight nose.

As he stroked her thin lips, Huo Yanbei's breath hitched slightly, and his large hand gripping the woman's slender waist tightened slightly.

Her other hand held his unruly little hand on his lips.

His gaze was fixed intently on the woman, who was so drunk she could barely recognize herself: "You're drunk. Are you sure who I am?"

Qiao Mian was indeed drunk.

She stood on tiptoe, as if telling him a little secret, and whispered in his ear: "As long as you're not Huo Yanbei..."

The man's fair earlobes turned slightly red from the hot breath the woman exhaled as she spoke.

The large hand that landed on the woman's waist gripped her tighter and tighter.

Every time she saw him, she was either nervous or resistant and avoided him.

At this point, her intimate gestures towards him clearly proved that she was drunk and confused.

Huo Yanbei turned his cheek slightly, pressing it against the woman's flushed and burning face. His voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a hint of coaxing: "Why not just Huo Yanbei?"

Qiao Mian was stunned by the question.

I wanted to stay clear-headed, but under the influence of alcohol, my actions and speech were completely out of my control.

But she knew she was drunk.

She collapsed into the arms of a man who resembled Huo Yanbei.

Regardless of whether the other party is Huo Yanbei or not, the strict separation between men and women makes this situation very dangerous.

At this moment, their bodies were pressed together, giving her a strong sense of oppression.

The pressure on her waist made her feel a little pain.

"Let me go..."

She pushed the hand on her waist.

However, the force tightened even more.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Yanbei took off his suit jacket, covered her completely, picked her up horizontally, and walked into the guest room next door.

Just as the door was about to close, a large hand blocked it.

"Brother-in-law?"

Just now, Song Chen walked over from the other end of the corridor and saw a silhouette in the distance.

He looks a lot like my brother-in-law.

Moreover, it seemed that he was holding someone in his arms.

a woman.

He was wearing a men's suit jacket.

On second thought, perhaps it was because I had been drinking that I was seeing things.

As he was pondering this, Huo Yanbei's distant voice reached his ears, "What are you doing here?"

Song Chen pulled himself together, craning his neck to peek inside while absentmindedly replying, "It's a friend's birthday, just a little get-together..."

At this moment, Qiao Mian, with half of the man's body pressed against the door panel, leaned weakly against Huo Yanbei's back.

When her arms wrapped around his waist, Huo Yanbei closed the door halfway, blocking her view with his entire body, so that Song Chen did not notice Qiao Mian's presence.

"What's up?"

The man pushed aside Song Chen's head as it peeked out from the door and asked indifferently.

"Oh, it's okay..."

Song Chen scratched his head. "Brother-in-law, what are you doing here?"

Huo Yanbei frowned slightly. "I had a few drinks during a business dinner. Come and rest in the guest room."

"Oh……"

Just then, Song Chen saw Chen Ke and his group of people walking out of a private room in front of them.

Chen Ke's attitude was respectful, so he figured those people must be clients.

It seems my brother-in-law really is here for a social occasion.

As for who the woman he was just hugging was...

He wanted to barge in and see for himself.

But I don't have the guts.

My brother-in-law is now the investor in his bar.

What if I anger my brother-in-law and he stops investing in me?

After weighing the options, he didn't dare to dwell on the matter any longer and changed the subject: "By the way, brother-in-law, did you see Qiao Mian just now?"

Huo Yanbei's lips tightened: "No."

"Wait a minute, I just saw her walking over here..."

After muttering something, Song Chen's eyes lit up as he said, "By the way, brother-in-law, I ran into that damned woman Qiao Mian tonight. I forced her to drink six glasses of wine..."

"roll."

Huo Yanbei interrupted him, his tone suddenly turning cold.

Song Chen had no idea what he had done to upset his brother-in-law again.

After closing the door, Song Chen leaned against the wall and made a phone call.

Song Man's voice came from the other end.

"Ah Chen, what's wrong?"

Song Chen coughed and asked, "Sis, how's your relationship with my brother-in-law lately?"

"That's great, what's up?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to remind you to be careful of my brother-in-law in the future, so he doesn't get snatched away by other women."

After hanging up the phone, I thought about it for a while and then sent Song Man my location.

Back in the private room, he sank into the leather sofa, his legs casually dangling, and glanced at Lin Yuan who had just entered.

Lin Yuan is Song Chen's confidant.

When Song Chen was away, he managed the bar.

"Check all the information about that woman, Qiao Mian."

"Yes."

After Lin Yuan left, his friend teased him, "Young Master Song, why are you so interested in that woman?"

Song Chen raised an eyebrow with amusement. "I've never been defeated by a woman before. That woman, Qiao Mian, thinks she can make up for it with just six drinks? I'm not done with her yet."

No one who offends him ever ends up well.

……

Luxury suites.

Huo Yanbei carried the completely drunk Qiao Mian into the room and threw her onto the bed.

Then, he picked up the suit jacket that had fallen to the ground and casually tossed it onto the sofa.

"I want to go home..."

Qiao Mian, who was already dizzy and disoriented, became even more disoriented after being thrown around.

She struggled to get out of bed.

She clumsily tried to get off the bed, but missed and was about to fall to the ground when she finally landed steadily in a pair of strong and powerful arms.

"Behave yourself."

Huo Yanbei's tone was cold and stern.

After glancing at the woman in his arms, he threw her onto the bed again.

Qiao Mian's slender body bounced twice on the soft bed before she sat up steadily.

At this moment, her windbreaker was wide open, and she was kneeling on the bed with her legs spread apart behind her, the overly long hem of her windbreaker draped over the bed.

She tilted her head back, her flushed face upturned, her eyes misty with intoxication.

Her pink lips were slightly parted.

It was just like the scene from before, after he and A-Wu had made love, when A-Wu was wearing his oversized clothes...

Huo Yanbei narrowed his dark eyes, bent down, and pinched the woman's small face: "Now you know who I am?"