Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

He came in front of her, took the pillow from her hand, and threw it on the bed.

The man wrapped his iron arms around her waist, looked down at her, and said with a bit of grievance in his tone, "I don't want to stay alone in the empty room."

Ye Mian: "..."

She was almost amused by him, sweeping away the haze of self-blame and sadness just now.

"If you don't want to, you have to bear it." She pursed her lips and smiled, angrily.

"I don't want to bear it. Do we have to sleep in separate rooms in the future? When you are emotionally unstable, what do you do if you hurt yourself? Be good, you sleep next to me, so I can be at ease." Qiao Zhanbei pressed his forehead against hers, sniffing Sprayed on the tip of her nose, the sound was wet.

After finishing the words, he bent over and buried her in the crook of her neck to kiss her.

Very flirtatious.

Ye Mian tried her best to maintain concentration, not to be bewitched by his beauty.

Xin said: He actually said he was down-to-earth, she would kill him when she went crazy, so she was down-to-earth.

She also understood that he was really reluctant to sleep separately from her, and she was even more reluctant.

Sleeping in his arms is a very solid, safe, and complete sense of belonging.

But she was still ruthless, "I have slept alone before, and I have never hurt myself. You can rest assured about this."

After what happened in the morning, in her heart, his personal safety came first.

Qiao Zhanbei still wanted to insist, but Ye Mian stood on tiptoe and kissed him to comfort him. After they kissed for a while, she picked up the pillow and was about to leave.

He stopped her again, "I should sleep in the guest room when the room is allocated. You sleep in the master bedroom, and I'll put you to sleep before leaving."

Ye Mian looked up at the chandelier, she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and restrained her hatred: "In my memory, this room—"

Qiao Zhanbei understood immediately. He placed his big hand on her back, and gently caressed her up and down, "I understand, good boy, don't think about it."

Ye Mian gradually relaxed.

Qiao Zhanbei followed her to the guest room, hugged her, Ye Mian's hand injury was still aching, and it took him a long time to coax her to sleep.

Under the soft light, the sleeping person lay docilely in his arms, with his arms wrapped around his waist, and there was a faint familiar sweetness exuding from her body.

I really want to just hold her like this until dawn.

However, thinking of her crying and grief-stricken appearance after stabbing him in the morning, and thinking of how she was hiding alone in the fire escape, suffering and helpless, he could only grit his teeth and leave.

She hurt him, she hurt more than him.

Seeing her in pain made him suffer even more.

He kissed her gently on the cheek, every kiss was as gentle as a feather passing over her cheek, and he reluctantly took her arm away.

"Good night." Looking at her sleeping face, Qiao Zhanbei said softly.

He helped her tuck the quilt before leaving her room lonely.

In the middle of the night, Ye Mian was in a daze, looked up through the crack of the door, and saw a dead body hanging in the middle of the main room, a feeling of suffocation overwhelmed her.

Mommy mommy--

The hanged person was her mother!

She wanted to shout, but couldn't.

"Mianmian, I was killed by Tang Wanzhou, you have to avenge me!" A female voice sounded beside her ear, it was her mother's voice.

With a sudden jolt, Ye Mian opened her eyes, she suddenly surfaced like a drowning person, and began to breathe heavily.

After a while, she got up and got out of bed, walked to the door with bare feet, opened the door and went out quickly. When passing the living room, she picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and walked towards the master bedroom.

Mother's debt paid off!

She's going to kill Joe!

Gradually, Ye Mian felt a tearing pain in the heart of her right hand, and cool sensations in the bottom of her feet. She lowered her head, and by the light of the wall lamp, she saw that she was holding a fruit knife tightly in her right hand. Seeing my own bare feet.

What is she doing?

She suddenly realized that she was going to take revenge on Qiao Zhanbei again.

Ye Mian looked at the sharp fruit knife in her hand, looked at the door of the master bedroom, and thought that she almost stabbed Qiao Zhanbei to death. Her whole body trembled and shook, and she couldn't help but clenched her hands tightly.

The wound on the palm of her right hand was split open by the handle of the knife, and blood flowed out. Without realizing it, she took a step, turned around and ran back to the guest room.

As soon as she returned to the room, she quickly threw the fruit knife, and a feeling of fear overwhelmed her.

If she woke up later, would he have been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment now?The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. She covered her mouth and burst into tears.

……

Everything was silent, and the moonlight shone in through the white gauze curtain, illuminating a corner of the room.

The woman was wearing a white silk nightgown, squatting at the base of the wall, the back of her head against the wall, her long hair spread out.

She tightly clenched her injured right hand, using severe pain to keep herself conscious.

She can't sleep anymore now.

He was afraid that after falling asleep, he would wake up and kill Qiao Zhanbei again.

After three hours of the long night, a sense of drowsiness swept over Ye Mian's eyelids gradually closing, she woke up suddenly, pinching the wound on her palm with her fingertips.

The piercing pain taught her to wake up a little bit.

Looking at the bloody palms, some of the sutures seemed to be broken, and she frowned. If she kept pinching like this, the wound would rot, and Qiao Zhanbei would definitely be worried and distressed.

She got up, found the first-aid kit, endured the excruciating pain, cleaned up the blood stains on the edge of the wound, put on iodophor, and wrapped it in gauze.

When it was almost dawn, another wave of drowsiness hit her. She had no choice but to find a sewing box and prick her thigh with a thin embroidery needle.

This keeps you awake without seeing the wound.

In the morning, Qiao Zhanbei woke up and went to the guest room to find Ye Mian. Before he knocked on the door, she walked out of the room, smiling, and said softly, "Morning!"

Seeing that she was in good spirits, he felt relieved, "Morning. Do your palms still hurt? Did you wake up from the pain at night?"

he cared.

Mentioning the wound on her palm, Ye Mian felt a burst of nervousness.