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

As she got closer, Qiao Mian finally saw clearly that the aloof and outstanding man in front of her was none other than Huo Yanbei, whom she had been trying to avoid at all costs.

It's not a hallucination.

It's really him.

Although she was so drunk that her mind was confused, her subconscious avoidance and fear made her want to escape from here immediately.

"I...I...go home."

She hurriedly got out of bed, but the man pulled her back. "You're so drunk, you'll sleep here tonight."

Qiao Mian shuddered as if she had heard a ghost story, and shook her head violently.

My stomach churned violently.

She covered her mouth, and the man realized she was about to vomit. He picked her up by the waist, but before they reached the bathroom, the woman in his arms vomited on him.

"Qiao, Mian".

Huo Yanbei gritted his teeth, his face dark, and walked into the bathroom to put the woman down.

Qiao Mian collapsed to the ground, hugged the toilet, and emptied her stomach completely.

Huo Yanbei lowered his eyes, glanced at the stains on his shirt, held his breath, and squeezed his eyes shut.

He took off his shirt and threw it aside.

After vomiting, Qiao Mian finally managed to get up from the ground. When she turned around, she saw Huo Yanbei with his upper body naked.

She was so frightened that her legs went weak and she sat down on the ground in shock.

She stared blankly at the man's stunningly beautiful body, radiating an aura of hormones.

I couldn't take my eyes off it for a moment.

"Is it pretty?"

The man leaned down, his long, slender fingers pinching her small face, and asked meaningfully.

In the past, A-Wu would always stare at him with that blank look...

Qiao Mian blinked her eyes in confusion and nodded slowly.

She sat on the ground, blinking her watery eyes at him like a cat.

Very well-behaved.

A strange flutter rose in Huo Yanbei's heart. He placed his large hand on her head and gently rubbed it.

Like when I used to stroke Ah Wu in my arms...

As he caressed the woman's soft, delicate red lips with his fingertips and gazed into her misty, pink peach blossom eyes in her drunken state, a surge of impulse rushed to his waist and abdomen.

Then, as Qiao Mian's vision became increasingly blurry, the man suddenly got up and left.

It was just like the countless nights he had spent with her, only to leave her room without a second thought.

In the past, she always hoped he would stay.

Spend time with her.

Hug her.

Instead of just treating her as a tool for sexual gratification.

However, she knew that he liked obedient and sensible girls.

Therefore, no matter how much she longed for his embrace and his scent, she would always keep to herself.

Even when she witnessed him holding hands and kissing Song Man, she didn't dare to show any emotion.

Brother Yanbei...

She called to him silently.

He reached out, trying to grab the blurry figure, but grasped only air.

As my eyelids grew heavier, I finally succumbed to complete darkness.

Huo Yanbei went to another bathroom to take a cold shower.

Turn the cold water to the maximum.

Only by pressing his burning body against the cold tiles did he find some relief.

He had just felt a physical urge towards Qiao Mian again.

Perhaps those eyes are too similar to A-Wu's.

Twenty minutes later, Huo Yanbei emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe.

When they returned to the other bathroom, they thought Qiao Mian had already taken the opportunity to leave.

But I saw that she had fallen asleep against the toilet.

Two bright red blushes graced her cheeks, and the loose neckline of her sweater partially concealed her already voluptuous figure.

Huo Yanbei felt a tightness in his throat.

He tightened the belt of his bathrobe, walked over, picked the woman up by the waist, carried her out of the bathroom, and placed her on the bed.

Just as he was about to let go, the woman suddenly hugged his arm, rubbing her cheek against his arm: "Sweetie...hug me..."

I don't know what she was dreaming about, but the corners of her lips curved into a very gentle smile.

At that moment, she moved slightly.

The man's arm, with its clearly defined veins, fell onto the woman's chest.

Its softness and smoothness made his whole body feel hot.

He looked away and pulled his arm out.

Then he pulled up a thin blanket, covered the woman with it, and made a phone call.

Because of the discomfort in her stomach caused by being drunk, Qiao Mian did not sleep soundly.

……

The next morning.

She rubbed her head, feeling a headache coming on, and sat up in bed, only to find herself in a luxury suite.

When she saw Huo Yanbei lying next to her, she was so terrified that her blood seemed to freeze.

He was wearing a white bathrobe, lying on his side, with one hand on her waist.

His fair skin made the peach pit red rope bracelet on his wrist stand out even more.

Some past events pierced my mind like needles.

She suddenly became much more lucid, pushed his hand away, and lifted the blanket to take a look.

Thankfully, the clothes are still intact.

Nothing happened between the two of them last night.

So, he simply held her in his arms and slept through the night...

She ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, thinking of the children…

I immediately found my phone and opened WeChat.

Ruan Wei sent her a WeChat message last night.

Don't worry, Mianmian, I'll take good care of the children.

Last night, after drinking those six glasses of wine, she realized she was drunk.

Worried that she would be too drunk to get home, she sent a WeChat message to Ruan Wei while she was still sober.

Let her go to her house to take care of the children...

After putting away her phone, she rolled out of bed, picked up her windbreaker from the floor, and was about to tiptoe away when a man's cold voice came from behind her, "Attorney Qiao, I took you in last night, shouldn't you say thank you?"

Qiao Mian paused, turned to look at him, and said, "Thank you for taking care of me last night, Mr. Huo."

The man got out of bed, walked up to her, and asked, "How shall I thank you?"

Qiao Mian pursed her lips: "Mr. Huo, you lack nothing..."

Halfway through her sentence, Huo Yanbei suddenly pinched her chin and gently interrupted her: "I need you."

That statement is too ambiguous.

Qiao Mian's cheeks flushed suddenly, and she pushed his hand away. "Mr. Huo, I think I've made myself very clear before. I will not be your mistress..."

Huo Yanbei glanced at the delivery uniform in her hand. "So, you'd rather earn that little money delivering food than come with me?"

Qiao Mian hugged her clothes tightly, her expression stubborn and determined: "Yes."

The man frowned in annoyance, picked up a bag from the bedside table and tossed it to her, "Your clothes are dirty, change them before you leave."

Qiao Mian looked down and saw that the collar of her sweater was stained with patches of dried red wine.

It looked like it was stained with blood; it was quite frightening.

Qiao Mian opened the bag; inside was a new set of clothes.

They even have underwear and socks.

The price tag is still on.

Upon seeing the price, she felt dizzy and handed the bag back to him.

This outfit cost almost half a year's salary for her...

"Thank you, Mr. Huo, but the clothes are too expensive, I can't accept them."

Huo Yanbei chuckled lightly, "You don't need to pay me back."

Qiao Mian pursed her lips and insisted, "I still can't accept it."

Once she accepted the clothes he bought for her, their relationship became complicated.

Seeing how stubborn she was, the man grew impatient and shoved the bag into her arms: "If you don't want it, then get rid of it yourself."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Immediately afterwards, Song Man's soft and pleasant voice came through the door: "Yan Bei."