Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Once, she who loved him like life, now, she is a stranger to him.

He wanted to hold her and tell her that he was the man she had loved so deeply for more than ten years, and that she was also the only one in his life.

Qiao Zhanbei tried his best to restrain this urge.

Now she has forgotten him. In her eyes, he is just a stranger. Telling her who he is will only embarrass her.

In the crowd, that slender figure was getting further and further away.

The man stood where he was, and didn't turn around until her back completely disappeared at the hospital gate.

My heart was filled with sadness.

Ye Mian got into the co-pilot of Gu Sasha's sports car, and the neutral scent of the man just now was faintly lingering in her breath.

It is a light and clear woody fragrance, which smells very good, cold and abstinent.

Gu Sasha also saw Qiao Zhanbei just now, seeing Ye Mian's unresponsiveness, she didn't know whether to feel sorry for the person next to her who had loved him for more than ten years, or for Qiao Zhanbei.

Nonsense, of course she feels sad and sad for her little beauty.

Gu Sasha sniffed and choked up her throat. She found that she became more and more emotional because of these two couples.

Ye Mian didn't go back to live in Jin's house, and lived alone in his original apartment in Yintai.

This apartment is worth tens of millions.

She learned from Gu Sasha that she turned out to be a rich woman who invested in various industries, was the founder of a venture capital company, and held shares in several listed companies.

In addition, she is also a master of Suzhou embroidery, and her main business now is embroidery, in order to inherit the craftsmanship left by her grandmother and promote the quintessence of Chinese art.

To put it simply, she used to be a person who was both realistic and idealistic, holding sixpence and the moon with both hands.

In the afternoon, the sun was warm and bright.

Ye Mian was sitting in a chair on the balcony, drinking herbal tea, and enjoying afternoon tea leisurely with the cheesecake she baked.

Inside, peace and joy.

After eating and drinking, she went back indoors, sat in front of the embroidery frame, and continued to embroider.

Although she has amnesia, her craftsmanship is still there. The craftsmanship is the muscle memory accumulated over the years, and she will not forget it easily.

The work in front of me, which has just started for a few days, is a landscape painting for the Sioux City Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum. The work period is only three months.

She stays in the apartment to catch up with work every day, except for Gu Sasha and Jin Huaisu who visit her occasionally, she has almost no social interaction.

Time passed quickly, and three months seemed like a flick of a finger.

She wanted to send the embroidered paintings to Suzhou City in person.

At the airport, Ye Mian pulled a 20-inch free-check-in suitcase and boarded the direct flight to Sioux City.

There were very few passengers in the business class, so she quickly found her seat, which was by the window.

Ye Mian lifted the suitcase vigorously with her right hand, supported the bottom of the suitcase with the other hand, raised it high, gritted her teeth and put it on the luggage rack.

The suitcase was only a little short of the height of the luggage rack, and she couldn't put it on it. She stood on tiptoe, her body's center of gravity was unstable, and she leaned back.

At this time, her back was leaning against a warm "wall", and her two arms stretched out from her side. She saw a pair of slender men's hands with veins floating on the back of their hands, holding her suitcase, It is easy to put on the luggage rack and push it in slightly.

Immediately, the arms were lowered.

After Ye Mian realized it, she quickly turned around and said sincerely, "Thank you."

When I looked up, I felt a little familiar with the astonishingly handsome face, as if I had seen it somewhere.

The man was expressionless, and said lightly: "You're welcome."

He turned around, picked up a black suitcase, and put it on the luggage rack.

Ye Mian sat down in her seat and remembered that this man was the one she thought was handsome in the bustling crowd on the day she was discharged from the hospital.

A faint clear woody fragrance wafted from her side, she turned her head and saw him sitting next to her.

He and she are still sitting next to each other.

At this time, he opened the table in front of him and put a thin silver laptop on it.

He was dressed in an expensive dark couture suit, his shirt buttoned meticulously to the top, and his neckline tied with a delicate tie knot.

The fingertips of slender hands lightly touch the computer keyboard, a mechanical watch is worn on the wrist of the left hand, and royal blue jewelry cufflinks are pinned to the cuff of the shirt, which is shiny under the light.

This man, delicate from head to toe, exudes a powerful and confident aura.

Xu Shi noticed her gaze. The man with a cold temperament turned his face to the side, looked at her indifferently, with a faint smile on his lips, nodded to her gentlemanly, and said nothing.

He retracted his gaze and continued to focus on the computer screen.

It looks very cold and gentlemanly.

It was only then that Ye Mian realized that she had been unconsciously sizing up a strange man for a while, so she quickly looked away and looked out the porthole.

After the plane took off, Ye Mian put down the seat, leaned against the back of the seat, and closed her eyes to rest.

In a daze, she was cold and sleepy, shrank her neck, couldn't open her eyes and called the stewardess.

At this moment, Ye Mian heard the stewardess' soft and sweet voice: "Hello, Mr. Qiao, I am very glad to serve you. Excuse me, what do you need?"

She felt less sleepy, and the man sitting next to her was named Joe.

"Please give this lady a blanket, thank you."

The man's low, magnetic voice with a slightly frosted texture came.

"Okay, Mr. Joe."

The stewardess seemed to be gone, and soon, a blanket covered her body, feeling very warm.

Ye Mian opened her eyes unconsciously, and in an instant, she met the eyes of the man sitting next to her.

Qiao Zhanbei was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect her to wake up suddenly, he asked softly, "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

Ye Mian shook her head quickly, with the corners of her mouth raised, "No, thank you, Mr. Qiao."

Mr Joe.

Her voice was cool, with a smile.

In the man's dark eyes, sadness flashed away, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he politely replied: "You're welcome, what's your name?"

"Miangui's surname is Ye, and my name is Ye Mian." She said generously.

He said politely: "Miss Ye, hello. Nice to meet you."

After the words fell, the man took the initiative to stretch out his right hand towards her.

Ye Mian understood, reached out and held his hand: "It's a pleasure to meet you!"