Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

In an instant, the irritable mood disappeared, the man's heart was beating like thunder, and he was about to take a step towards the door when he retracted his foot.

He raised his eyebrows in doubt. When she faced him, she only felt the pain of hatred. Why did she take the initiative to come to him again?

But at this moment, wanting to see her was more important than anything else.

The man walked out of the study with hurried steps.

"Madam is in the lobby on the first floor." The nanny said respectfully when she saw him come out.

Qiao Zhanbei walked through the aisle and went down the stairs. When he reached the corner of the stairs on the first floor, he stopped abruptly.

The villa was quiet, and the autumn sunlight slanted in from the door and fell on the carpet.

She was standing in that light, with a brown suitcase beside her.

This scene was extremely familiar, as if it was the scene when he first met her. If I remember correctly, this suitcase is the one from back then.

Qiao Zhanbei's throat suddenly tightened, and his heart pounded.

That's right, that suitcase from back then.

The difference is that she is no longer the little girl with two braids.

She has long curly hair like seaweed, a blue knitted sweater, a white lace skirt, and a pair of dark brown British-style leather shoes.

Gentle and mature.

Qiao Zhanbei raised the corners of his lips, took a step, and continued downstairs.

Ye Mian raised her head when she heard footsteps.

The man was wearing a British-style fine-check suit with a waistband that buckled his belly. The moment she saw his handsome face, her nerves suddenly tensed up, her breathing became short, and the painful memories and emotions of hatred in her mind held her hostage.

Qiao Zhanbei's footsteps stopped again, his eyes darkened, and he could clearly feel the change in her. She closed her eyes, clenched her fists tightly, and her whole body was stiff.

I hated him again.

For a moment, he was at a loss as to whether to continue going downstairs or stay away from her.

The sun is warm and the air is fresh. Ye Mian takes a deep breath to keep herself aware and feel the present moment.

She slowly opened her eyes, raised her head again, and looked calmly and carefully at the man standing on the stairs.

He has a tall and straight figure, wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and a nine-headed figure with a golden ratio.

He walked downstairs slowly, like a male model walking out of a shop window.

Handsome and handsome.

This man is really handsome, thanks to her aesthetics.

Feeling her calmness, Qiao Zhanbei approached her with confidence, his eyes locked on her for a moment, making him day and night, sleepless and restless.

The man broke the calm and said softly, "I'm back."

As he approached, a faint clear woody fragrance lingered in his nose, and a sexy magnetic voice came. There was a gentle and harmless smile on his lips, and that smile penetrated into his deep eyes.

He looked at himself, starry.

Ye Mian's heart was beating unconsciously.

But obviously, he is very strange to her, even——

She worked hard to overcome the wrong thinking in her brain, and said calmly: "I know, my memory of you and the Qiao family is wrong, I'm sorry, I almost sold the shares of Qiao's, which caused a big mistake."

Qiao Zhanbei shook his head slowly, "Mianmian, even if you really sold Qiao's, I wouldn't blame you. In the end, I was the one who got you in trouble again. Because we love each other, my half-brother illegitimate brother , will use you, take revenge on me, and make you like this."

The man's tone was gentle, full of shame, and he looked at himself sincerely.

Feeling his shame, she felt her heart twitch inexplicably.

Ye Mian nodded, and said calmly, "My mind is still full of painful memories and hatred towards you. I don't remember anything about you. However, I see that there are words and items about you in the past, and there will be familiar things. , heart-beating feeling, as if I really love you deeply, but I have no impression at all."

"I thought that if I didn't see you, there would be no pain, and I would gradually forget the hatred, but I felt like I had lost something precious in my heart, and it was always empty."

"I want to follow my heart, and I don't want to miss it. I come to you now because I want to get back my old memories."

She looked at Qiao Zhanbei, tried to stay aware, let go of her judgment of him, and finished her purpose of coming to him in one go.

Qiao Zhanbei listened carefully to every word she said, and nodded deeply.

His originally gloomy and overwhelmed heart seemed to be illuminated by a ray of light, full of hope.

He thought that she would really never see him again, and that was really the end of their lives.

Unexpectedly, she hated him so much, but with the feeling of love for him, she took the initiative to walk towards him.

The man's Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, and a warm current surged in his heart. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her tightly.

But he was afraid that he would be too close suddenly and scare her.

"This box is the one you used when you came to the capital. After so many years, you still keep it." He looked at the box beside him and asked her with a smile.

Ye Mian nodded and said calmly, "There are many things related to you inside."

Hearing this, Qiao Zhanbei's eyes lit up and his heart throbbed. He picked up the suitcase and walked to the living room. Ye Mian followed him to the sofa.

He put the suitcase on the coffee table. He gestured to her politely. She bent down and opened it slowly.

The moment the box was opened, Qiao Zhanbei raised the corners of his lips when he saw many textbooks and exercise books, "Why do you still keep these high school textbooks and exercise books?"

Ye Mian said in her heart, if I remember, I will ask you again?

The man picked up a high school mathematics textbook and opened it. On the title page, there were three vigorous words: Qiao Zhanbei.

is his font.

He was slightly taken aback.

Qiao Zhanbei quickly picked up another exercise book, and opened the title page. He still wrote his own name. The man looked at the person beside him, and his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down.

Feeling his burning gaze, Ye Mian turned her face and looked at him with her chin raised slightly.

The man's deep black eyes were scorching and heart-wrenching. Her cheeks became hot, the roots of her ears turned red, and her breathing became short.

"What, what are these? Why do I keep these books and exercise books?" Ye Mian said, her tongue seemed to be tied, and she couldn't speak clearly.

Qiao Zhanbei suppressed the urge to kiss her a few times, he secretly cleared Chaos' throat, and said with a smile: "I lent you these books and exercise booklets back then, look, the places marked in red , are some key points I have drawn for you."

He leaned closer to her while he was talking, Ye Mian also moved his head curiously, looking at those beautiful red fonts on the textbook, there was a feeling of familiarity, and the apex of his heart throbbed faintly.

"We used to live at my grandparents' house. You were studious and diligent. During the summer vacation, you asked me to borrow the textbooks for the next grade to preview. Ask me for advice if you don't understand."

Qiao Zhanbei squinted her eyes, her face was close at hand, her skin exuded a sweet smell, as if time had gone back in time, the little girl was sitting beside him, listening carefully to his lecture.

"I also didn't expect that you even kept the textbooks and exercise books I lent you, what a little fool." He said dotingly.

The big hand couldn't help covering the back of her head, and squeezed it vigorously.

Ye Mian frowned angrily, and in an instant, an inexplicable sweet feeling surged in her heart, this feeling seemed familiar, she remembered that she also saw what she wrote before in the sketchbook.

"He often touches my head. Does he know that touching the head is an act of intimacy between lovers? However, I still feel very sweet and a little sour in my heart."

Seeing that her hair was all messed up and unkempt by him, Qiao Zhanbei came back to his senses and met her white eyes. He felt nervous for a while.

In an instant, he realized that her eyes were annoyed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I used to love touching your head like this, remember?" he said, helping her to "smooth" her hair.

His long fingers shuttled through her hair, smoothing her hair with great enjoyment.

Ye Mian also regained her composure, and shook her head lightly, "I don't remember, I still can't remember."

However, the feeling is there.Although she couldn't remember it, she understood that it all happened.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart felt bitter.

He didn't take tutoring her homework seriously before. At that time, in his heart, she was just his sister.But she has a crush on him, and she has even treasured the textbooks he gave her for so many years. It can be seen that she must remember his tutoring her homework in her heart.

But now, she doesn't remember anything.

Qiao Zhanbei picked up another sketchbook and opened it. It was full of his sketches drawn by her, including portraits, cartoons, and accompanying text.

He never knew before that she still had such a booklet. His fingers gently stroked the typeface on it, his eyes were moist and hot, his heart was full of sweetness, and there was a hint of sourness.

"You only learned art in high school. These should be drawn when you were in high school and when you missed me."

Ye Mian listened to his words, recalled carefully, but still couldn't think of anything.

Qiao Zhanbei picked up another black softcover book, on the title page was written: Ye Zhu and Mr. Qiao's daily work.

He flipped through the pages, the more moved he was, the more he wanted to pull her into his arms.

Seeing the words on a certain page, he looked at her.

Ye Mian also looked at him, and saw the man's slender fingers fastening the tie knot stuck on the collar of the shirt, pulling it down, loosening it, and unbuttoning the collar of the shirt.

His posture was sexy and provocative, with a bit of evil charm, she swallowed unconsciously.

He held the torn tie in his hand, twisted it with his fingertips, and looked at her as a gesture.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth.

"What, why?" She vaguely understood what he meant, but also felt strange, and asked suspiciously.

"Ye Zhu, please help me tie my tie." Qiao Zhanbei looked at her and said calmly.

The scene reappeared and helped her find memories.

An intimate thing like wearing a tie can only be done between husband and wife, but she instinctively came to him and took the tie from him.

The strong hormonal breath of the man enveloped her, and her cheeks became hot, reaching the roots of her ears.

She stood on tiptoe and wrapped the tie around his neck. The moment she stood on tiptoe, she could feel his scorching hot breath spraying on her face, her cheeks became hotter, and her heart was pounding like a deer.

Putting down her feet, Ye Mian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her light white fingertips reached the collar of his shirt, and fastened the buttons one by one.

Her hands could feel his body temperature through the thin cloth, and the warm masculine smell emanating from his skin was in her breath, and her eyes slowly moved up.

The man's huge and sexy Adam's apple bumped into her sight, and it slid up and down, which was fatally sexy.

She swallowed hard, took a deep breath secretly, forced herself to remain calm, and continued to fasten the top button of the shirt collar.

However, she seemed to have been drained of strength, and it was very difficult to fasten a button with both hands, and her body gradually leaned on the man.

As soon as a button was buttoned, sweat broke out on her forehead.

So torturous.

She was so familiar with this feeling that she continued to help him tie his tie.

The tie was tied and untied, and after several tosses, she finally tied a beautiful tie knot and pushed it up until it reached his Adam's apple.

Her calf softened and she leaned against his chest, her eyes staring straight at his Adam's apple.

I really want to take a bite.

There is such an impulse in my heart.

The little woman's body was soft and boneless leaning against his arms, a soft mass, clinging to his heart. Qiao Zhanbei lowered her eyes, and saw her eyes were wet, staring at his chest full of desire. neck.

Thinking of the words written in her notebook, the blood in the man's whole body surged up.

She has feelings for him.

He knew that at this moment, she wanted to bite his Adam's apple very much.

"Oh—" A feeling of suffocation made him groan, and then a different kind of joy swept over him.

Ye Mian bit his Adam's apple instinctively, and did what she wanted to do from the bottom of her heart.

Immediately, the back of her head was held, she was forced to look up, the man's handsome face was pressed down, she closed her eyes instinctively, the man's warm lips crushed hers.

The moment I touched it, it was like an electric shock, and goose bumps appeared all over my body.

Seeing that she didn't resist, Qiao Zhanbei wildly pried open her white teeth, and the tongue of fire raged in her mouth. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and the other hand clasped the back of her head.

A feeling of suffocation, this feeling, made her frown.

"Ah!" She screamed, and suddenly pushed him away. Her whole body tensed up, she took a few steps back, and stared at him with wide eyes.

The person who was so enthusiastic just now, now looks like a frightened bird, with empty eyes full of fear and hostility.

Ye Mian yelled sharply, "Don't come here!"

Qiao Zhanbei's heart twitched, and she understood that she remembered bad memories again. He backed away slowly, raised his hands, and was so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

He didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to approach her, for fear of irritating her even more, he simply walked out of the villa quickly, out of her sight.

Ye Mian was the only one left in the huge living room.

She squatted down, took a deep breath, and gradually returned to the real world at the moment.

Just now, when he kissed her until she was suffocating, the memory of him wanting to kill her on the bed came back again, and she...

Fake, all fake.

She convinced herself in her heart.

Standing in the courtyard of the villa, Qiao Zhanbei looked at the small garden that Ye Mian had carefully arranged before, and frowned as he thought about how she was tortured by hatred and fear just now.

When Ye Mian came out, seeing the lonely back of the man, her heart skipped a beat.