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

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed a taxi parked on the side of the road. He didn't care about the cost anymore, so he quickly ran to the side of the road, opened the car door, and got in.

I borrowed the driver's charger to charge my phone.

Huo Yanbei stood motionless, his eyes filled with melancholy.

I stood there for a long time.

They were completely unaware when a light drizzle began to fall.

The cold rain gradually soaked through his suit, and raindrops dripped down his hair and onto his pale yet exceptionally cold face.

He was as silent as a wounded, dying trapped beast.

It wasn't until his special assistant, Chen Ke, came over and held a black umbrella over his head that he said, "Mr. Huo, please get in the car."

The man's rain-drenched eyelashes fluttered slightly, bringing a glimmer of life to his eyes. "Does she look like her?"

Chen Ke naturally knew that the "she" that President Huo was referring to was Miss Huo Wu.

He just looked at it carefully.

It doesn't resemble it at all.

Chen Ke, trembling with fear, reminded him, "Mr. Huo, Miss Huo Wu is deaf and unable to speak..."

The man tilted his head back, letting the cold rain wash away the rising heat in his eyes: "I know, she's not A-Wu. Let's go."

Chen Ke glanced at the person on the ground and asked, "What should we do with this person?"

"His mouth is so dirty, he'd be better off being mute."

"clear."

The Rolls-Royce merged onto the elevated highway.

Perhaps it was because of the rain, but the carriage was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

Huo Yanbei put the cake aside, rolled the car window down halfway, loosened his tie with one hand, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The wind and rain blew in through the window. He lowered his head, gathered the blue flame from the lighter, lit the cigarette, and took a deep drag.

A bluish mist billowed out, blurring the man's overly damp and cold handsome face.

He's so unpredictable that you can't figure out what he's thinking.

Chen Ke glanced at him cautiously through the rearview mirror: "President Huo, the old man already knows about Young Master Song Chen's matter. His intention is that, for the sake of the Song family, he must be protected."

A shadow fell over the man's eyes. "I understand."

"Shall we go back to Imperial View Villa now?"

"cemetery."

Chen Ke was startled.

It suddenly dawned on me that today is the anniversary of Miss Huo Wu's death...

……

Qiao Mian returned to her rented room after 10 p.m.

The house she rented was a self-built house in an urban village.

In a lane.

Old and dilapidated.

The seventh floor has no elevator.

There were no lights in the hallway.

She turned on her phone's flashlight and climbed to the seventh floor. Before entering the room, she took off her wig and then took out her keys from her bag to open the door.

As soon as I entered the house, Aunt Zhang came over, cracking sunflower seeds.

Looking at her revealing outfit, he squinted and complained, "Hey Xiao Qiao, we agreed that I would finish work at 9:30 pm, but look, it's almost 11 pm now."

Qiao Mian explained apologetically, "I'm sorry, Aunt Zhang, something came up today, so I came back late. I'll definitely be back on time next time and won't take up your time again."

"I'm not doing this job. You'd better find someone else."

After hearing this, Qiao Mian took out her phone and transferred fifty yuan to her via WeChat: "I'm making up for the two hours I took up of your time, is that alright?"

After Aunt Zhang accepted the money, her attitude remained unchanged: "You'd better hurry up and find another short-term job. I don't want to get involved with people like you who make a living this way. I've been a widow and have lived a clean life for half my life. Don't ruin my reputation."

Just as Qiao Mian was about to explain, a little pink dumpling ran out of the bedroom, glaring at Aunt Zhang with a fierce look: "Don't talk bad about my mother, my mother is a lawyer."

"A lawyer? Are you kidding me? Dressed like that? Still not home in the middle of the night? Who knows what you've been up to!"

After saying this with a look of disgust, Aunt Zhang slammed the door and left.

"You stinky grandma!"

Qiao Muxin frowned, her chubby face contorted, and said fiercely to the door in a childish voice.

"Xin Xin, you can't swear."

Qiao Mian gently rubbed her daughter's fluffy head.

Qiao Muxin turned her head and affectionately hugged her leg, her voice soft and sweet: "Mom, you're finally back! I've missed you so much."

Qiao Mian squatted down and pinched her daughter's soft little face: "Where are your brothers? Are they all asleep?"

Just as he finished speaking, Da Bao Qiao Mucheng yawned and walked out of the bedroom.

His large, dark, bright eyes looked her up and down.

Seeing the bandage on her forehead, she frowned slightly: "Ms. Qiao Mian, were you robbed?"

Qiao Mian reached out and ruffled a stray hair sticking up on her son's head: "No, Mom's heel broke and I tripped and fell."

Qiao Mucheng pouted: "Who told you to always buy cheap stuff?"

"Mom is frugal."

Compared to the aloofness of the eldest son, Qiao Mucheng, the second son, Qiao Muye, is quite the warm-hearted little man.

He brought over a pair of cotton slippers, squatted down, and placed them in front of Qiao Mian's feet: "Mom, put on your shoes, and your feet won't be cold."

Qiao Muxin gently touched her forehead: "Mommy, does it hurt?"

"Mommy doesn't feel pain."

Seeing how considerate and sensible the three little ones are.

Qiao Mian felt extremely warm inside.

No matter how much she suffered while away from home, as long as she came home and saw her three precious children, she felt that all the hardship was worth it.

"Mom isn't tired at all."

Qiao Mian comforted the three children, putting her arm around them as she sat down on the sofa. "What delicious food did Grandma Zhang make for you tonight?"

Qiao Muxin pouted: "Grandma Zhang made pancakes again. They were so hard that they broke my teeth. It hurts so much."

"..."

Qiao Mian was startled.

Ask your daughter to open her mouth.

After a careful examination, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, Xin Xin is in the process of losing her baby teeth. The tooth that fell out was the one that was loose a few days ago."

"Ms. Qiao Mian, you have a really big heart."

Da Bao Qiao Mucheng snorted coldly: "That Grandma Zhang, all she knows how to do is make pancakes and pickled vegetables. Every day after picking us up from school, all she does is eat sunflower seeds and watch TV. She's hard of hearing, and she turns the volume up really loud. It's so noisy."

Qiao Muyue then complained, "I also heard Grandma Zhang talking badly about Mom to the other grandpas and grandmas in the alley."

Qiao Muxin: "She also always secretly puts the eggs from our refrigerator into her pocket and takes them away."

"..."

Aunt Zhang has some minor health issues, and she's not unaware of that.

However, she simply couldn't afford to hire short-term workers from legitimate employment agencies.

We hired Aunt Zhang to take care of the child because it was cheap and because she lived alone downstairs, making it convenient for her to look after the child.

Therefore, she never took those minor flaws seriously.

Surprisingly, even the children are now complaining.

Ugh.

Qiao Mian said helplessly, "Mom has to work during the day, so someone has to pick you up from school, right?"

Qiao Mucheng scoffed, "The kindergarten is only 986 meters from where we live. I can take my younger siblings home with my eyes closed. Why do we have to pay someone to help us?"

"But Mom has to work a part-time job at night, and I'm worried about leaving you three kids at home alone."

Qiao Mucheng: "Isn't it good to install a security camera at home so we can watch over each other anytime, anywhere, and save money?"

Qiao Muyue nodded. "I think my brother is right."

Qiao Muxin nodded in agreement: "Mom, we'll be very good at home."

Seeing how sensible and obedient the children were, Qiao Mian smiled with satisfaction. "Okay, tomorrow is Saturday, Mom will go shopping tomorrow."

Noticing that the clock on the wall was pointing to eleven o'clock, I got up and took the cake from the entryway.

"Today is your birthday, and Mom bought you a cake."