Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

After saying goodbye to Shi Yanshen just now, he went back to the bathroom, but he didn't see her come out for a long time. He searched the whole floor, and finally found her in this fire escape.

She is like a wounded cat, hiding in an unoccupied corner, curled up, licking the wound alone.

Looked miserable and helpless.

He understands her pain and helplessness. They love each other and have gone through ups and downs.

Qiao Zhanbei gently stroked her head with his hand, while coaxing softly: "Stop crying, like a child, Qiao Qiao doesn't cry as easily as you, you want to love me to death, don't you?"

Listening to his spoiled words, Ye Mian felt a warm current in her heart, and instantly felt less sad.

She raised her head and turned to look at him. His handsome face was close at hand, and there was an impulse in her heart, she wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry loudly.

But through his short hair, she could vaguely see the red scars in the scalp, recalling the scene in the morning, she resisted the urge.

She blinked her eyelids, looked at him, and said seriously: "Qiao Zhanbei, let's separate, don't be together anymore."

She was really afraid that she would hurt him more next time, or really kill him.

It's just that as soon as the words came out, the heart seemed to be cut off a piece of flesh with a sharp knife, and the pain was so painful that it was suffocating.

Like, he is a piece of meat in her heart.

Qiao Zhanbei's expression did not change, his handsome face was still stained with a doting smile, his eyes locked on her brows, and he asked in a deep voice, "Ask yourself, are you willing?"

Reluctant.

but--

Ye Mian answered in her heart, she was about to speak when the man who was kneeling on one knee pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"If you separate from me, you will suffer more, and I will suffer even more." Qiao Zhanbei's tone was firm, "Mianmian, no matter how much you hurt me now, I don't feel pain, I know, you don't want to, and you can't controlling."

Yes, before they separated, her heart ached as if her flesh had been cut.

She didn't want to either.

Ye Mian lay in his arms, sucking the smell of his body, her arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, her nose was sore.

"Good boy, no matter what you become, I will love you and never give up on you, just like you never left me when I was paralyzed." Qiao Zhanbei said warmly.

When talking, recalling that gloomy time, he choked up a few times.

A moving heat filled her chest, and Ye Mian leaned on Qiao Zhanbei's chest with peace of mind, as if his embrace was her destination.

My heart gradually calmed down.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Zhanbei clasped her arms and pulled her away from his embrace, "Do you still want to separate from me?"

Ye Mian looked at him with teary red eyes, followed her inner instinct, shook her head, and said in a hoarse voice, "No."

There was coquettishness in her tone.

"But—" He rationally expressed his concerns.

"I'm a big man, can I really be killed by a little girl like you? The important thing is now, at this moment, don't think about it anymore." He interrupted her, pulled her up, and said in a deep voice.

Ye Mian nodded.

"You are not allowed to talk about separation again in the future!" He pulled out the tissue, gently wiped the tears off her face, and said domineeringly.

There was a little bit of sweetness in her heart, and she nodded again.

"Don't blame yourself anymore, it's just a small injury." He said again, with a gentle smile on his lips.

His smile, like a ray of spring breeze, blows away the sadness lingering in her heart.

She looked at him, smiling with red eyes.

The two of them left the hospital, and the anesthesia given when they were suturing their wounds hadn't passed yet, and their wounds still didn't hurt.

In the car, Qiao Zhanbei remembered that they hadn't eaten breakfast yet. It was almost noon, and he looked at her, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I told the family to make it now, and we can eat ready-made ones when we get home." gone."

Ye Mian's gaze was lingering outside the car window, the road was very familiar, and in front of her was Tsinghua University, her alma mater.

"I want to eat in the cafeteria!" She turned her head to look at him, her eyes flickering with greed.

canteen?

Qiao Zhanbei raised his eyebrows, wondering when Ye Mian pointed to a classical and elegant blue brick and white pillar three-arch "archway" style building, which was the gate of their university.

She was going to eat in the university cafeteria.

However, he also misses it.

The man smiled.

He told the driver in a deep voice, "Enter Tsinghua University."

At this point, the students who have classes have not finished school yet, and in the second cafeteria, there are only sparse people eating, there are girls in companionship, lonely boys, and campus couples, they are affectionate and loving, you feed me, we Feed you a mouthful.

Inside the window, it was steaming hot, and there was the aroma of mouth-watering food.

The aunts who cook are all wearing white coats, blue aprons in front of them, and white hats covering their hair, clean and hygienic.

I haven't seen this scene for many years, Ye Mian still has a kind feeling. She and Qiao Zhanbei walked side by side, and he walked forward with two dinner plates.

When he arrived at the window, Ye Mian bent down and ordered food with a sweet smile to the aunt inside: "Auntie, I want a braised lion's head, a Kung Pao chicken, and a cauliflower. The rice is less. Thanks."

Auntie looked at them handsome men and beauties, with extraordinary temperament, she didn't look like a student at first glance, "Girl, did you graduate from here? How many years?"

Ye Mian: "Auntie, it has been six years since I graduated."

At the window next door, Qiao Zhanbei also ordered food, and finally said: "Auntie, order more food."

Hearing his words, Ye Mian was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled. He is a cold and cold male god who eats in the cafeteria, just like ordinary boys. Did he tell his aunt to cook more?

"Okay!" Auntie said, took a shovel and pressed the white rice in the bowl firmly, and shoveled two big spoons for him, piled high.

So honest.

Qiao Zhanbei carried two dinner plates to the dining table in the corner. Ye Mian was going to make vegetable soup, but he stopped her, her right hand was still hurt.

After a while, the man came here with two bowls of soup.

He is wearing a light-colored sweater and jeans today, dressed in a very casual way, holding a soup bowl, like a big warm man, this scene is vaguely familiar.

"Have we eaten in the cafeteria together before?" She asked curiously after he sat down.

In her memory, he also graduated from Tsinghua University.

In order to get revenge on Qiao's family, she studied finance.

Ye Mian's eyes darkened, and hatred was about to rise again, but she quickly suppressed it.

No, it was written in her notes that in order to get closer to him, she studied finance and worked hard to become his junior.

Qiao Zhanbei noticed a slight change in her mood just now, and also observed that she quickly regained her composure. He pushed the tomato and egg soup to her left hand and put a silver spoon in it.

"We had dinner together in this cafeteria, and I was the one who made the soup for you." He answered her question in a gentle voice.