Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

If he saw that the sutures in the wound on her palm were broken, he would be suspicious. He would suspect that she would hurt herself when she was sleeping alone.

In that case, he would definitely not let her sleep in the guest room.

If she slept with him last night, they must be in the hospital again now.Thinking of the scene where she was going to kill him with a fruit knife in the middle of the night, she was still extremely flustered and scared.

If he knew that she didn't dare to sleep and hurt herself to stay awake, he would be even more sad.

Ye Mian tried her best to keep calm, shook her head gently, and raised the corners of her lips: "I took painkillers before going to bed last night, and I didn't feel any pain. I woke up until dawn. I also wiped iodine myself and changed the gauze .”

While speaking, Ye Mian raised her right hand to show him, and she braced herself.

Qiao Zhanbei frowned, with a bit of reproach in his tone, "Why don't you wait for me to change it for you? Can you do it yourself? Let me see."

He stepped forward, clasped her bright wrist with his big hand, pinched one end of the gauze with his fingers, and was about to tear it open.

Ye Mian panicked, she turned her eyes, and threw herself into his arms, leaning softly on his arms, and her injured hand broke away from his.

Wrapping two arms around his neck, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips actively.

She kissed him on purpose to distract him.

The woman's soft lips pressed against his, and slight currents spread from the lips. The man's eyes darkened and became lustful. His big hands held the back of her head, and the tongue of fire pried open her white teeth. Sweet mouth siege.

The man in the morning has the most lust, as if exuding a strong hormonal aura from head to toe, and she is being enveloped by this seductive aura.

Gradually, she forgot all her worries and indulged in his hot kisses and hot chest, her legs were limp, and she slumped in his arms.

"Hmm... I'm hungry." She panted coquettishly when she let go.

After kissing him, she felt that she was going to run out of energy, and she lacked sleep in the first place.

Qiao Zhanbei rolled his Adam's apple, and was about to enter the bedroom while holding her. He squeezed out a voice between his teeth: "Go in and feed you."

Ye Mian: "..."

Where is he thinking?

"No! I'm really hungry! I'm hungry!" She patted the back of his hand.

If he was tossing and tossing her again, she would die suddenly.

Qiao Zhanbei: "..."

He lowered his head, looked at her puffy little face, and pecked her cheek hard, "I'll take a cold shower first."

He let her go.

After a while, she looked at his back and warned: "Don't get water on the wound."

Qiao Zhanbei turned his back to her and gestured.

Seeing his back disappearing at the door of the room, Ye Mian lowered her eyes, looked at the gauze on her right hand, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was leaning against the wall tiredly, with chest tightness, shortness of breath, and nausea due to lack of sleep.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

But no matter how uncomfortable it was, she had to endure it, and she couldn't hurt him any more.

During the day, Qiao Zhanbei was injured and did not go to the company. He chose to hold a video conference with the executives at home and deal with work emails.

While making hand-made coffee for him, Ye Mian quietly drank three cups of original bitter coffee to refresh himself.

He was at home, and she didn't dare to sleep during the day, keeping awareness at all times so as not to be controlled by emotions.

At night, Qiao Zhanbei couldn't bear to sleep in another room, and quarreled with her for a long time, and she finally drove him away.

As soon as he left, she locked the door behind her.

Ye Mian laid out a yoga mat on the ground. She sat down with her legs crossed in a lotus position, put on earplugs, placed her hands in wisdom mudra on her knees, straightened her back, and listened to the soft voice coming from the earplugs. Soothing introductory words for meditation.

Don't think about anything in your mind, just focus on your breath.

However, in the middle of the night, sleepiness hit her, she sat cross-legged on the ground, her head gradually drooped, and just as she lowered her head, she suddenly opened her eyes again.

She can't sleep.

can not sleep.

Ye Mian was flustered, her brain kept giving herself instructions.

She got up, kept blinking her eyelids, and her brain was in chaos. She forced herself into the bathroom, turned on the faucet of the sink, and was about to hold the water with both hands, but realized that her right hand was injured, so she could only hold it with one hand. Cold water kept pouring on his face.

After washing her face with cold water, she was a little less sleepy, but just as she returned to the bedroom, she breathed heavily and wanted to sleep again.

can not sleep!

She gritted her teeth.

Ye Mian took advantage of the weak light of the bedside lamp to open the bedside table and took out embroidery needles from it. She sat on the edge of the bed and lifted up her nightgown. Her skin was fair, her flesh was firm and plump, and her slender thighs without a trace of fat were exposed.

Under the light, she closed her eyes, held a handful of slender silver needles tightly between her fingers, and pierced her thigh as smooth and delicate as a baby's face, one by one.

The needle tip pierced her skin, the long and thin needle penetrated deeply, and was pulled out again, blood the size of the needle tip oozed out from the skin.

The slightest pain made her mind a little clearer.

But soon, the drowsiness hit again, and she could only keep stabbing herself.

On her fair thighs, little by little, fine red needle holes were left.

The needle wound was extremely small, and it usually healed within a day. Qiao Zhanbei would not doubt it when he wiped her body at night.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Ye Mian's pupils shrank suddenly, and she looked towards the door without daring to breathe.

It must be Qiao Zhanbei.

He was worried about her, so he came to "round the room" in the middle of the night.

After regaining her senses, she quickly dropped the needle, pulled off her nightgown, lifted the quilt and slid into the bed, and turned off the bedside lamp.

The door was locked by her, and after he knocked on the door for a while, there was no movement outside.

Should be gone.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that she still has to think of a reason to lock the door, so as to trick him into asking tomorrow morning.

The next day, she made an excuse of sleeping alone and getting used to locking the door behind her back, and slipped through.

During the day, Ye Mian hid in the attic by herself while Qiao Zhanbei took Qiao Qiao to early childhood education, nestled on the beanbag sofa in the corner and set the alarm clock to catch up on sleep.

He didn't sleep well when he was catching up on sleep. He was in a light sleep state, accompanied by various nightmares. After waking up, he would still impulsively want to take revenge on Qiao Zhanbei.

The servant watched her run downstairs, rushed to the kitchen frantically, picked up the kitchen knife, and yelled for beating and killing.

Fortunately, Qiao Zhanbei wasn't at home, so she quickly woke up.

People's pain threshold will become higher and higher, and at night, she finds that the sting of the needle has no effect on her.

In the middle of the night, Ye Mian dozed off, and woke up again when she lowered her head.

She rushed to the bathroom, wanting to wash her face with cold water, glanced inadvertently, and saw the shower and bathtub, she rushed over, turned on the shower, and drenched her face and body.

The late autumn night in the capital was already chilly.

The pure cotton pajamas were soaked and stuck tightly to her skin. The cold feeling penetrated her skin and pierced into her bones. Ye Mian was so cold that her teeth kept shivering, and her cerebral cortex seemed to be tightly shrunk. No sleepiness at all.

She kept shivering, her lips were purple and white from the cold, but she smiled reassuringly.

In the mirror, she was drenched all over, her face was pale and haggard, her lips were dark blue, her eyes had deep dark circles, her whole body was drenched, and her hair was wet.

Looking at herself like this, she told herself in her heart: Don't forget to cover the dark circles under your eyes tomorrow morning.

She had to continue trying to trick Qiao Zhanbei.

Ye Mian walked towards the door of the bathroom. As she walked, her eyes darkened, and she fell down with a "boom".

"Mianmian!"

In the master bedroom, Qiao Zhanbei was awakened by the nightmare, and woke up with a yell in panic.

She forgot what kind of dream she was having, and her heart flustered uncomfortably, as if something had happened to her.Without hesitation, he immediately got up and got out of bed, left the master bedroom, and went straight to the guest room.

The door of the guest room was the same as last night, and she locked it again. He knocked for a long time but she didn't come to open the door.

My heart is still uneasy.

Anyway, he had to go in and see her tonight.

Soon, the door lock was pried open by him with a tool.

Qiao Zhanbei pushed the door open and entered.

In the room, only the bedside lamp was dimly lit, a pink yoga mat was lying on the floor, the big bed was empty, and the quilt was neatly folded into a long tube.

"Mianmian?"

Qiao Zhanbei was startled and shouted in a deep voice.

Seeing that the bathroom light was on, he took a big step and rushed over.

"Mianmian!"

As soon as Qiao Zhanbei arrived at the bathroom door, he saw Ye Mian lying motionless on the floor tiles.

His heart suddenly constricted and his breathing stopped.

After a little slowing down, he took strides to her side, and she was drenched all over.

"Mianmian, dear, what's wrong with you? Wake up." He knelt down, sniffed her, and patted her cheek lightly.

Ye Mian didn't respond, only her teeth kept shaking.

Her eyes were closed, there were deep dark circles under her eyes, her face was pale and haggard, her lips were black and blue, her whole body was soaked, and her pajamas stuck to her body.

In the middle of the night, she was wearing pajamas, why did she fall in the bathroom soaked through?

Qiao Zhanbei didn't have time to think about it, he picked her up and went back to the bedroom.

He hugged her and sat on the edge of the bed. Her wet pajamas quickly wet his nightgown. She was cold all over. Qiao Zhanbei's throat was choked with distress, and he quickly helped her take off the pajamas.

Qiao Zhanbei pulled down Ye Mian's pajama pants, and before he reached his knees, his movements stopped, and his heart skipped a beat.

Her thighs were dazzlingly white, and the small red wounds on the lining were more clear. He lowered his head and looked carefully, as if they were pierced by needles!

Why are there so many needle holes in her legs?

Qiao Zhanbei's brain was buzzing, and his heart throbbed like needles, as if the needles were all on his heart.

He vaguely understood that these needle holes were pierced by herself.

This realization made Qiao Zhanbei's heart twist violently, and he took off the rest of her wet clothes with trembling hands.

……

hospital, ward.

The woman lying on the hospital bed suddenly opened her eyes. She sat up in shock, grabbed the flower basket on the bedside table, and rushed out of bed with bare feet.

"Joe, I'll kill you! Qiao Zhanbei, get out!" She yelled into the air like crazy, her eyes were empty and lifeless.

The nurse who entered the door saw this scene, was frightened by her appearance, hurriedly withdrew, and ran to call the doctor.

Qiao Zhanbei came out of the doctor's duty room and saw the nurse running out of Ye Mian's ward with a flustered look on his face. His face darkened and he walked towards the ward immediately.

In the ward, it was already a mess.

The flowers in the flower basket and the fruit in the fruit basket were scattered all over the ground, the chair fell to the ground, and the coffee table was kicked over.

At the bottom of the wall, a woman in a hospital gown was squatting against the wall, her feet were bare, her long hair was disheveled, and she was holding a fragment of a vase in her hand, facing her arm, cutting it one by one.

On the white arm, blood was cut one after another, blood dripped, and the white porcelain was dyed red.

"You're sleeping again...can't sleep...can't sleep..." she murmured, dazed.

"Mianmian!"

Qiao Zhanbei approached, and when he heard her words, his heart felt like a knife.

He didn't realize until now that after they slept in separate rooms, she actually didn't sleep every night. When she felt sleepy, she would prick herself with a needle and take a cold shower to stay awake!

She was afraid that after falling asleep and relaxing, she would not be able to control her hatred towards him, and would hurt him again like that morning.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart was like a piece of porcelain in her hand, sluggish one after another, he couldn't breathe in pain, his eyes were red with tears glistening in them.

Ye Mian looked at him, and then at the porcelain in her hand, feeling at a loss.

She was discovered by him.

The man walked towards her and knelt down in front of her. Ye Mian pouted, trying to say something, but couldn't form words, her brain was like a mess.

Qiao Zhanbei didn't speak. He lowered his head, held her wrist, and pinched the blood-stained tile in her hand with the other hand. The man let out a low whimper from the back of his throat, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Qiao..." Ye Mian called out in a low voice, eyes locked on the tears in the corners of his eyes.

Her throat choked, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"After sleeping in separate rooms on the first night, I, I woke up in the middle of the night, and I was going to kill you again. I took a fruit knife, but fortunately woke up in time. After that, I didn't dare to sleep anymore. I was afraid that I would... woo ..." She explained to him sobbing.

In front of her, she has no foundation, concealer, or lipstick. Her face is pale and haggard, and her eyes are heavily dark circles.

Qiao Zhanbei swallowed his choked throat, he got up, pulled her up, held her in his arms, rested his chin on the top of her hair, and pressed his other hand tightly against her back.

"Ye Mian, if you treat yourself like this, you might as well kill me!" The man's voice was hoarse, and the grief seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Mian lay in his arms, sobbing, "I don't know what to do is right..."

When they were apart, she couldn't bear him, and he couldn't bear her either. They loved each other deeply, even though she had memories of hatred for him, her heart loved him.

Without separation, she is like a ticking time bomb, which may hurt her at any time.

All she could do was stay awake.

Ye Mian's question also touched on Qiao Zhanbei's sore spot, and he didn't know what he should do.

After a long time, he thought of the wound on her arm, hugged her and sat down on the edge of the bed, "Hey, let the nurse come and treat your wound."

Ye Mian nodded.

When the nurse came in, Qiao Zhanbei went out.

On the rooftop, he asked Shi Yanshen for a cigarette, lit it, bit it in his mouth, and took a few deep breaths.

"What are you going to do? I still haven't contacted the psychological hypnotist who can cure her." Shi Yanshen walked to his side, turned to look at him, and asked calmly.

Qiao Zhanbei was smoking a cigarette and remained silent.

"If she continues like this, she will torture herself to death before her spirit breaks down." Shi Yanshen added, "Many hypnotists suggest that in her situation, it is best to erase your memory."