Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Qiao Zhanbei was startled when the word "wife" came out.

Ye Mian was also stunned, a string in his heart trembled violently, after marriage, he had never called himself that, and he understood in an instant that he deliberately said it for Sa Sa.

"Yes, I have to go back to the game too. Mianmian, you rest at ease." Gu Sasha said, kissing Ye Mian's uninjured cheek.

Ye Mian hugged Gu Sasa with her backhand, and patted her on the back lightly to comfort her.

Seeing the affectionate look of their sisters, Qiao Zhanbei's expression turned cold again.

Seeing Gu Sasa teary-eyed and about to cry again, Ye Mian showed her the WeChat chat record of asking the florist to order flowers.

The boss promised her that tomorrow, she would transfer all the goods from the other side of the capital to Tong Yaoyao's ward.

Gu Sasha burst into laughter immediately, "Good job!"

The little beauty is dark enough.

She took away the vase of lovely flowers and threw it into the trash can as soon as she left the ward.

They are not superstitious, and they also like this flower very much. They used to draw it when they were in school. Tong Yaoyao had sinister intentions.

Qiao Zhanbei handed her the water glass with a straw inserted in it, and asked lightly, "What makes you smile so happily?"

Ye Mian held the phone high in front of his eyes, blinked her eyes wide, as if saying: I ordered hundreds of tweeds for your ex-girlfriend that she likes.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at the chat records, covered the top of her hair with his big hand, and squeezed it vigorously, "Childish."

Ye Mian raised her head, met his doting eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

What's going on with him today?Unexpectedly, he didn't protect his sweetheart, Tong Yaoyao.

Ye Mian stared at him blankly, her heart throbbing faintly, the afterglow of the setting sun came in from the French windows on the west, shining on him.

At this time, he was as beautiful and warm as when we first met.

"what happened?"

Seeing that she hadn't drank water for a long time, Qiao Zhanbei raised his eyelids for a moment, facing her bright watery eyes, and his own figure was reflected in the girl's extremely black pupils.

Those eyes brought back his long memories.

It was a midsummer evening, and he traveled for a long time, from the capital to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, walked across one stone arch bridge after another, and met her at the end of a bluestone road paved by the water.

The little girl was wearing a simple and elegant white dress, with two braids hanging down her chest, and a small white daisy pinned to her forehead.She had a face as bright and clear as a bright moon, and a pair of black and bright water eyes, shining like stars.

The beautiful appearance made him feel tired from the long journey, and thinking of her bleak life experience, he felt a strong desire to protect.

He put his hands on the top of the little girl's hair, looked down at her, and said in a warm voice with tenderness in his heart:

"Are you Mianmian? Come on, come home with me."

Qiao Zhanbei came back to his senses, and his eyes fell on Ye Mian's face that was pressed against the gauze at this time. He took a breath, clenched his back molars, and suppressed the strong emotion surging in his chest.

The flawless face like the bright moon was ruined like this.

Ye Mian also returned to the reality from the good memories, she smiled sadly in her heart, her throat was a little blocked, she opened her mouth to bite the straw, and drank water.

"The murderer has been caught. His name is Qin Feng. Do you know a nightclub spectator?"

Ye Mian frowned, thinking carefully, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think of this person, she looked at him and shook her head.

As expected, Qiao Zhanbei was more certain that the people behind him were coming for him.

"You take a break, I'm going to smoke a cigarette." He said, and was about to go out.

Ye Mian got a burst of courage from somewhere, followed his back, put one arm around him from behind, reached into his trouser pocket with one hand, took out the cigarette case, and stopped him from smoking.

Qiao Zhanbei was slightly taken aback, raised the corners of his lips, turned around, looked down at her, and asked with a half-smile, "Who cares about me?"

Ye Mian didn't make a sound, just looked at him with firm eyes.

"It's not my assistant anymore, why don't you care about me?" The man squinted his eyes, looked at her with interest and asked, vaguely expecting something.

He thought that she usually controlled him to smoke and drink, only in the name of an assistant.

Inspired by an impulse in her heart, she nodded, her heart pounding.

Qiao Zhanbei raised his hand and gently pinched her uninjured cheek, and asked in a deep and magnetic voice, "Why?"

Because I am your wife.

She answered him in her heart.

He really didn't regard her as his wife before, so he asked such a heart-wrenching question.

Ye Mian didn't speak, turned around and threw the pack of cigarettes into the trash can.

Let him guess for himself.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart was itching uncomfortably like a kitten's paw was scratching it.

I want to smoke more.

The nanny at home brought dinner, porridge with a few dishes of side dishes, with a light taste, without any seasoning except salt.The wound on Ye Mian's face has a lot of taboos, irritating food and hair should not be touched to avoid inflammation and infection.

One side of his cheek was swollen and painful, and he struggled to open his mouth. Ye Mian only managed to take a few mouthfuls of porridge, and stopped eating.

Seeing Qiao Zhanbei asking Ancheng to bring a change of clothes, a briefcase, and a computer, Ye Mian was surprised. She endured the pain of being pulled from the wound and asked him, "You... are you staying here tonight?"

Qiao Zhanbei: "Well, I'm here to accompany you tonight."

She took a piece of paper and wrote to him: Thank you~ You have been busy all day today, you should go home and rest, Aunt Wu just stay with me.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at the words she wrote, and gently pinched her uninjured cheek, "I'm worried."

After he finished speaking, he went to the desk by the French window and worked overtime.

Ye Mian couldn't tell whether it was moved or sad, he had always been good to her, but he didn't love her and didn't regard her as his wife.

She went to pour him a glass of water, but he said that he had to work overtime tonight for coffee.

Remembering what An Cheng said before, after she left the job, Qiao Zhanbei couldn't drink a satisfying cup of coffee, and the cigarettes he was about to quit, but he smoked more and more, Ye Mian felt soft and distressed.

She ordered the coffee shop she invested in to send coffee beans and a set of tools to brew a cup of coffee for him.

It was the smell of dependence that he was familiar with.

Qiao Zhanbei drank the coffee he hadn't had for a long time, and had the urge to tell her to go back to work.

Ye Mian was free, sitting beside him, helping him with the documents.

Inadvertently, Qiao Zhanbei looked at the person next to him who was seriously reading the documents, as if she had returned to those nights when she accompanied him to work overtime.

There was a surge of heat in the chest cavity.

After helping him with the documents, Ye Mian was going to wash and sleep.

"You can't take a bath." Qiao Zhanbei reminded her that her wound should not get wet, as it is prone to inflammation.

"Well, I'll clean it myself." Ye Mian nodded.

"I'll help you." Qiao Zhanbei said seriously, and he had already stood up.

He wants to wipe her body?