"Huo Beixiao, get up. I'll take you home." Yang Qiaoqiao stood in front of Huo Beixiao and extended a hand to him.
Huo Beixiao, who had been sitting dejectedly by the roadside like an abandoned dog, suddenly looked up, his dark eyes meeting Yang Qiaoqiao's like shining stars.
The next instant, as if afraid she would change her mind, Huo Beixiao swiftly reached out a large hand and grabbed her small hand.
She pulled hard, and Huo Beixiao stood up, but his steps faltered.
She instinctively reached out and helped him up.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huo Beixiao wrapped his arms around her shoulders and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
The man's deep voice carried a hint of coquetry, "Qiaoqiao, please don't leave me again, okay?"
The man's hot breath sprayed onto my skin.
Yang Qiaoqiao's heartbeat became a little erratic.
But she forced herself to remain calm and said calmly, "Huo Beixiao, you're drunk."
After saying that, she helped Huo Beixiao into the car, placed him in the passenger seat, and fastened his seatbelt for him.
Just as she fastened her seatbelt and was about to step back, her body suddenly gave way, and she collapsed into the man's arms.
Huo Beixiao quickly supported her waist with his large hands.
She looked up, her gaze meeting Huo Beixiao's deep, swirling eyes.
My heart stopped for a moment.
"Qiaoqiao..." the man murmured, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe and the back of her neck.
Huo Beixiao swallowed hard, the sound of his Adam's apple bobbing above her head.
After her mind went blank, she felt a burning sensation spreading across her face.
After realizing what was happening, she quickly found a point of support and used it to sit back in the driver's seat.
The man released his grip on her waist at the opportune moment.
"Cough cough..."
After sitting back down, she cleared her throat somewhat awkwardly and said, "Please sit down, we're leaving."
Then, trying to remain calm, she started the car.
My heart was pounding in my throat.
Having been with Huo Beixiao for so many years, she had truly felt the changes in the man's body in that instant.
At that time, she was really terrified, and even a little scared.
She feared that Huo Beixiao, under the influence of alcohol, would force himself on her.
If that were to happen, between her and Huo Beixiao...
Huo Beixiao's gaze fell on Yang Qiaoqiao's profile. Even in the dim light, he could see the blush still lingering on the pretty face of the young woman.
Huo Beixiao's heart fluttered slightly.
He almost lost control for a moment.
But in that moment of impulsiveness, he saw the little woman's panicked eyes.
He instantly regained consciousness.
He knew there was a huge disparity in power between them, and if he used force on Qiaoqiao, he could really get what he wanted tonight.
But after this, even if he turns himself in, as a criminal, Qiaoqiao will hate him for the rest of his life.
At this moment, Huo Beixiao was only grateful that he had strong self-control.
The car was parked outside the small villa next to Beiqiao Square.
"Huo Beixiao, we've arrived."
Yang Qiaoqiao stared straight ahead, her voice as firm as if she were joining the Party.
She knew that Huo Beixiao's eyes had been on her the whole way.
But because the scene of fastening the seatbelt was so embarrassing, she didn't dare to turn around and look at Huo Beixiao, let alone know how to remind him.
Even under Huo Beixiao's gaze, she unconsciously straightened her posture and sat upright.
Upon hearing Yang Qiaoqiao's reminder, Huo Beixiao reluctantly looked away from her face and replied with an "okay."
He opened the door and got out of the car, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, his tall figure went limp like a lump of mud.
"Huo Beixiao!"
Yang Qiaoqiao, who was in the driver's seat, was startled and quickly got out of the car and went around to the passenger side.
Then they saw Huo Beixiao had already stood up, leaning against the car door.
Seeing the nervous look on Yang Qiaoqiao's face, Huo Beixiao felt a little smug.
But she gave a wry smile and said, "Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry to have worried you. I probably drank too much tonight; my legs were a little weak and I couldn't stand up straight just now."
Yang Qiaoqiao put away the worried look on her face and resumed her calm and indifferent demeanor.
But he still said, "I'll help you inside."
As she spoke, she took Huo Beixiao's arm.
The two didn't exchange any more words, and simply walked inside quietly.
They didn't actually live in this small villa for very long, but the most beautiful time between them, from Yang Qiaoqiao's pregnancy to An An and Lele's birth, was all spent here.
With each step I take, countless memories flood my mind.
Yang Qiaoqiao was also overwhelmed with a myriad of emotions.
If it weren't for the unexpected events that happened during her trip to Hong Kong, she truly believed that she and Huo Beixiao could support each other and grow old together.
After going upstairs, Yang Qiaoqiao was about to help Huo Beixiao into the master bedroom when Huo Beixiao suddenly stopped, lowered his head and looked at her, "Qiaoqiao, you can sleep here tonight. It's so late, it's not safe for you to drive back alone."
As soon as he finished speaking, as if afraid that Yang Qiaoqiao would refuse, he quickly added, "I'll sleep in the next bedroom."
After saying that, seeing that Yang Qiaoqiao did not respond, he realized what Yang Qiaoqiao was concerned about and added, "Although Jiang Yiran has been to the house, I did not let her upstairs, let alone into the master bedroom."
Seeing Huo Beixiao's anxious look, Yang Qiaoqiao finally nodded, "Okay."
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