Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Ye Mian was quickly sent to the nearest hospital by the manager of the mall, the employees of his store and the cleaners who witnessed it.

In the debridement room, she was wearing a dark green cheongsam, sitting on a high stool, with her head tilted, revealing half of her injured face. Her originally fair and flawless cheeks were red and swollen. The blood had stopped, and the blood was wiped away. It was clean, and the trauma was clearly in front of my eyes.

A slanted wound was deep and long, with flesh turned outward.

What a face of Qingshui Furong was ruined by a knife. I feel sorry for the doctors and nurses who are used to trauma cases.

Ye Mian gritted her teeth and endured the pain, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turned white, her thin and thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably, but she didn't say a word.

Painfully strong.

Qiao Zhanbei came in, saw this scene at first glance, and froze in place. After confirming that it was her, his breath was taken away instantly, and his fists were tightly clenched.

He calmed down, took a deep breath, and stepped towards the green figure that was holding his heart.

"Mianmian." He stood still in front of her and murmured her baby name softly.

Qiao Zhanbei gently supported her head, letting her dangling head, which had nowhere to lean on, lean on his chest.

he came.

A drop of clear tears fell, Ye Mian sucked the breath on his body, her two slender and white arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, silently tightening again and again.

Qiao Zhanbei stroked the back of her head with his big hand, and rubbed it gently soothingly.

When he lowered his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the wound on her cheek, which was shocking, and his face turned ashen.

Looking at everyone: "How did she get hurt?!"

In an instant, the air pressure in the debridement room was so low that everyone dared not breathe.Even the tweezers in the hands of well-trained doctors trembled.

"She, she was cut by a masked man with a dagger. That man did it on purpose. After I found out, he ran away! It's in our shopping mall, the women's bathroom on the fourth floor!" Aunt the cleaner Trembling answer.

Thinking of the scene at that time, she still has lingering fears, and she is about to have a heart attack.

Qiao Zhanbei clenched his fists, his joints creaking, and he looked at the bodyguard with a terrified expression.

Wearing sunglasses, the black-clothed bodyguard with a serious aura nodded and quickly left.

Go catch someone!

The doctor covered Ye Mian's face with a sterile cloth, and began to debride her. The tweezers searched for foreign objects and dust in the wound.

"Aren't you on anesthesia?"

Seeing Ye Mian in such pain, Qiao Zhanbei's emotions reached a critical point, and he looked at the doctor.

The coercion on him is overwhelming.

"The patient is not sensitive to anesthesia." The anesthesiologist at the side took a breath and replied.

Qiao Zhanbei's lips were pressed into a straight line, looking at the person in his arms who was tortured by pain, he wanted to kill someone.She has been in Qiao's house for ten years, and she has been treated as a young lady and raised with care, so how could she have suffered such a crime.

"I, I'm fine... I can take it." Half of her face was swollen, her muscles were stiff, and Ye Mian's speech was slurred.

Hearing this, the murderous aura around the man's body eased, as if his hair had been patted down, he gently stroked the back of her head, and said in an extremely gentle tone: "Cry out when it hurts, don't bear it."

Feeling his tenderness, Ye Mian's eyes were full of tears, maybe the effect of the anesthetic came up, and the pain didn't feel so bad.

After the debridement was done, Ancheng brought the best plastic surgeon in the capital to suture Ye Mian's wound, leaving no scars as much as possible. However, her wound was too deep and her bones were already visible. The situation is not optimistic. Need medical means to remove scars.

The suturing operation went smoothly, after the operation, Ye Mian was sent to the ward.

Her entire face was swollen, and the uninjured half of her face looked like a steamed bun, and the injured left cheek was covered with gauze.

She was sitting leaning against the head of the bed, neither crying nor fussing, with drooping eyelids, fluttering long eyelashes, and constantly moving a pair of slender and dexterous plain hands.

She looks calm, she must be very sad, right?

Is there any girl who doesn't love beauty?

I remember Tong Yaoyao used to have pimples on her face, and she would make a fuss and cry to him, worrying about whether pimple marks would be left.

Qiao Zhanbei walked to the edge of the bed, rubbed the top of her hair with his big hands, with a hint of pampering, and comforted softly: "Don't worry, now that medical beauty and plastic surgery technology is advanced, your face will be fine."

It's head-to-head killing again.

Her heart throbbed like a girl again, but he still cared about her very much.

Ye Mian raised her head, although her face was completely changed, her pair of apricot eyes were still as dazzling as stars.

She shook her head slightly at him: "I don't care, I don't rely on my face for food."

The words she spoke were vague, her face was swollen, and she couldn't even open her mouth completely. She stretched her hands at him, took the pen and paper, and wrote:

I eat with my hands.

"You mean embroidery? What can I eat then? Treat it as a hobby. I called you this morning and asked you to go back to work at Qiao's, but you didn't answer." Qiao Zhanbei sat down on the edge of the bed and followed her Talk about the topic.

They were going to divorce, why did he want her to go back to Qiao's?

Qiao Zhanbei replied with her puzzled look: "Mianmian, no matter how our relationship changes, you are still the half-daughter of the Qiao family. It is only natural to work in the Qiao family. You don't need to worry about anything else."

His eyes were warm, and his serious and calm tone dispelled her previous resentment towards him.It was as if he had returned to the time before marriage when he was a relative.

He has always regarded her as a relative.

He said again in a deep voice, "Joe needs you."

She is his right-hand man.

Ye Mian's throat choked up. When he left the job before, he didn't keep her. She thought she was irrelevant to him at work. It turned out that he saw her ability.

She smiled, touched the wound, tears welled up in her eyes due to the pain, lowered her head and wrote on the paper: "Thank you Joe for affirming my work!"

Qiao Zhanbei suddenly realized, "With your ability, you will be the vice president in two years."

After the words fell, I saw what she wrote.

"I insist on resigning. I now have a career I want to do."

Qiao Zhanbei's face darkened, "You mean embroidery?"

Ye Mian wrote: "I can obviously use my hands to defend today, but remembering that I need to embroider with my hands, I controlled them in time."

She would rather disfigure her face than block it with her hands, because she was worried that her hands would be injured.

"Is embroidery so important?" Qiao Zhanbei frowned.

"My grandmother is a master of Suzhou embroidery, and I am her descendant. She told me before she was alive that I must pass on this handicraft and carry it forward. This is the quintessence of our country."

Of course Qiao Zhanbei knew about her grandmother's life. He looked at her determined eyes and asked curiously, "If that's the case, why did you still study finance back then?"

She was an art student in high school, but she applied for the finance department of Tsinghua University during the college entrance examination.

The little girl studied hard, and he remembered that before, the most she said to him was to ask him questions.Unlike Tong Yaoyao, who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long, without learning or skill.

She is talented and intelligent, and she is a piece of learning material. She can understand the problem at a glance, draw inferences from one instance, and master it well.He was not surprised that he was able to be admitted to Qing University, one of the top institutions of higher learning in the country, and became his junior.

Also very proud of her.

She saw that she was speechless, her eyes gradually turned red, and tears were about to burst out of her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Zhanbei took out a piece of tissue and wiped her tears so that the tears wouldn't wet the wound and cause inflammation.

Can she tell him that she studied finance in the first place to get closer to him?