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Her movements were probably a wake-up call for Ambowen. He opened his eyes and sat up on the sofa.

"I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Nope." He squinted out the window.

"Can I get you a cup of tea?" Lan Yan looked at Obo Wen's complicated expression and said.

It was the Ceylon Black Tea. Ambowen actually liked tea more than coffee, but he rarely drank it. He always felt that the strength of the tea was intoxicating, or that he was immersed in the aroma of the tea.

"You have quite a few good teas here." Lan Yan said as he took the cup.

He walked over to the window and looked down. It wasn't too late, there was a lot of traffic below, and the streets were bustling with activity.

"What are you looking at? You want to go for a walk? " It was unknown when, but Blue Smoke was already standing behind him. In her hand was a cup of tea that she had brought over to him. He frowned slightly and didn't take it. He turned around and walked to the sofa, picked up his coat and walked out.

He didn't say anything. Lan Yan was stunned for a moment before realizing that he wanted to leave. Looking at his expressionless face, he had always been this indifferent, as if there was helplessness and a thirst for blood. It was as if he was looking for a type of comfort from her and didn't care about her alone. Although Lan Yan was mentally prepared, he still felt uncomfortable. Was there a woman who was willing to be intimate with a man who was completely indifferent to him?

He was such a person. Even when they were at their closest, his face was still expressionless. Blue Smoke was not a weak girl. She took a few steps forward and suddenly grabbed Umbo's waist.

"Don't go, stay. We're together, okay? " Her words were very soft, as if a wisp of wind was blowing past her ear.

He felt a little stiff. No woman had ever kept him like this before. She was the first. Although her stubbornness was similar to Huo Lianqing's on the surface, it was a completely different story.

"Stay." Her head was already pressed against his back, and when he felt her soft face caressing his back, his mind was suddenly in a state of confusion, as if he were trapped in a dream.

He didn't have enough time to reply and turned around to hug her tightly. He felt as if he was being spun upside down. He only felt as if he was staring at her in a trance, and his mouth kept calling out to her.

"Lianqing, Lianqing …"

She acted as if she was possessed. Although she knew it was shameful, she still agreed and obediently agreed with him.

"Yes, I am Lianqing, I am …"

The silky smooth threads touched her exquisite skin and felt a burst of coolness. Only now did her mind return to its normal state. Everything was long gone, as if a violent wind had blown away. Now that everything was calm again, he had rolled over and fallen asleep with her, she leaned over to look at his face, calm and peaceful.

Lying down next to him, asleep, her light, regular breathing in his ear, he opened his eyes. It was midnight. An Bowen lightly sighed. She furrowed her brow and put on her clothes. She was still sleeping comfortably with her eyebrows curved up and the corners of her mouth curled up, as if she was very happy.

When he came out, the street had become a little cold. The few pedestrians and cars that occasionally passed by made the night feel even darker. After all, he was not used to sleeping with other people, especially in this kind of situation. Although he was immersed in the night filled with desire and passion, he still couldn't feel at ease facing Blue Smoke.

He got out of the car and walked inside. There was a beam of light shining out from the hall. Doubtful, he walked into the hall. It turned out that his wife was sitting on the sofa and knitting a sweater. When Aunt Wang saw Ambowen walking in from the outside, her face was filled with joy.

"Sir, you're back." Aunt Wang stood there, as if the thing she had been hoping for had finally come true, a kind of indescribable joy and excitement.

"Are you awake? Waiting for me? " An Bowen frowned, his face full of surprise.

"Oh, I'll wait a little while longer. If you don't come back, I'll go to bed. "I'm used to it, I always wait for you to come back." She had a gloomy expression on her face.

As he turned to walk back upstairs, Wang Shishi suddenly remembered something and called out to him.

"Sir, I've made some porridge. Please have a drink. "It's already so late. Warm up your stomach before you go to sleep." Aunt Wang went to the kitchen.

An Bowen's hand was already on the handle of the stairs, but he remembered Huo Lianqing's red dates and chicken wire porridge and turned back to the sofa. When Aunt Wang brought out a bowl of steaming hot porridge from the kitchen, a sweet and fragrant smell wafted into the room. Anbo looked into the bowl and saw that it was also red dates and chicken wire porridge.

"Thank you, Aunt Wang." Ann Bowen suddenly said, and Aunt Wang smiled.

"I cook this porridge every night. Maybe you will be able to drink it when you come back. I know you like this porridge." Umbo's head was lowered as he ate his porridge without saying a word. Seeing that he was not saying a word, Aunt Wang turned around and went back to her room.

When he finished the bowl of porridge, he felt a sweet taste in his mouth, as if the fragrance of the flowers had seeped into his limbs and bones. The porridge that Aunt Wang cooked was even better than the ones that Huo Lianqing cooked. However, no matter who cooked it, it would always remind him of the past. He had only separated from Huo Lianqing for half a month. It seemed as if many years had passed. Perhaps it was because he had missed her every day, but the line of time seemed to suddenly become elastic, stretching longer and longer.

Back then, when Huo Lianqing made him porridge, he would always think of his mother and the things that happened in the past. Sometimes, he would even feel indignant. Now that they were eating the porridge that Aunt Wang made, they would think of Huo Lianqing and the sweet and comfortable days they had spent together.

He went to take a casual bath before lying on the bed. It was as if he had trekked through thousands of mountains and rivers. His body and mind were both exhausted, but he kept tossing and turning until he couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned until dawn before he finally fell asleep. Although he slept soundly, it was all a dream. When he got up, he felt as if his whole body had been crushed by a car. He felt both tired and in pain.

Looking at the time, it was already past nine o'clock. He changed his clothes and went downstairs. Aunt Wang was busy in the main hall. Breakfast had been prepared in the dining hall.

Umbo walked outside delicately, and Aunt Wang knew that he didn't want to eat breakfast so she followed him.

"Sir, you should eat breakfast first before leaving."

"No need, I'll eat on my way to the company." He had strode to his car, and the sunlight caught in the glass of the window and reflected back just in time to dazzle his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if someone was standing beside him and looking at him with a smile.

An Bowen lightly sighed. He opened the door and entered the car. In the blink of an eye, the car was already far away. Wang Shishi slowly turned into a small dot in his rearview mirror. Amber frowned and pulled at his tie, feeling uncomfortable all over. This was a habit that he had never had before. He was always well-dressed, but his clothes were always messy. Even a small detail would remain perfect. He didn't know why, but his whole body was filled with a sense of anxiety, as if it could ignite at any moment.

When he arrived at the company, his secretary was already waiting for him. Today's trip seemed to be a bit full, and the secretary knew that CEO An would not be happy today, so he spoke carefully.

"Director An, Director Wei from Bo Yuan has invited you for lunch."

"No!" All the appointments of the past few days have been cancelled! " The secretary was so scared that he trembled, not daring to say anything more. Obo Wen seemed to notice the change in his demeanor, and he lifted his eyes to look at his secretary.

"It's okay, go back to work." Don't disturb me if there's nothing else. " Ambrose said.

"Understood, Director An." The secretary went out with the folder.