Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Qiao Zhanbei.

Position: President

Trader Joe's Group Inc.

In the cold wind, Ye Mian held a business card with a simple and high-end design with her red hands, looking at the words on the card, she read silently in her heart.

Qiao Zhanbei held his breath, staring at her reaction nervously, with mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't know whether to expect her to think of him, or to be afraid of irritating her...

His heart hung in his throat again.

Ye Mian freed one hand, took out the phone from her pocket, and unlocked it with face recognition. She entered the phone number on the business card and dialed.

The phone on Qiao Zhanbei's body rang, and it was a low-key chord sound. It only rang once and then fell silent.

He took out his cell phone.

Ye Mian looked at him with a smile on her face, he was looking down at the phone screen.

She raised her voice: "Mr. Qiao, this is my mobile phone number, please return Huicun."

Mr. Joe.

Her clear voice came, and this "Mr. Qiao" made his throat tighten and choke.

I remembered when she was his assistant before.

It's just that she didn't remember it at all.

Qiao Zhanbei saved her new mobile phone number.

He raised his head, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, looked at her bright and beautiful face by the light of the fountain, and said in a warm voice, "Since we are friends, don't be polite to me."

Ye Mian pursed her lips and smiled slightly, looking at the man in front of her. Although she lost her memory, she understood that the joint-stock group company was obviously a listed company.

As she had guessed before, he was a figure of a big boss.

She had only met twice, and she was about to be friends with her, and to take care of her like this, she herself did the same, and she couldn't help but agree just now.

"Mr. Qiao, thank you for sending me back, and thank you for your coat." Ye Mian was still polite to him, and thanked him from the bottom of her heart, she was about to take off her coat.

Qiao Zhanbei stopped her, "Wait, send the Buddha to the west, and it's still raining. I'll take you to the hotel before we talk."

She was not polite to him, and nodded with a smile.

In the small square, many pedestrians stopped and took pictures of the sky with their mobile phones.

Ye Mian said joyfully, "It's snowing."

She stepped out from under the black umbrella, spread out her palms, caught the snowflakes, and felt the coolness of the snowflakes melting slowly after falling on her palms.

Qiao Zhanbei took off the umbrella and looked at her.

At this time, she raised her chin, closed her eyes, and let the snowflakes fall on her face. The corners of her mouth were raised, as happy as a child.

She has a beautiful and slender neck, fair skin, bright and clear eyes, beautiful and moving.

Realizing that someone was still waiting for her, Ye Mian looked at him.

Qiao Zhanbei smiled at her, stepped forward, held an umbrella for her, and escorted her into the hotel and to the elevator.

"Mr. Joe, goodbye."

After Ye Mian got into the elevator, she smiled and waved to him.

"Good night."

The moment before the elevator doors closed, Qiao Zhanbei looked at her face in the elevator and mouthed "good night" to her.

Ye Mian returned to her room, the smell of alcohol and tobacco from the man's coat and the warm male body temperature still seemed to be on her body, she leaned against the door panel, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and the corners of her lips were curled up.

He looked down at the business card in his hand.

Qiao Zhanbei.

His name is Qiao Zhanbei.

She took out her cell phone and saved his cell phone number in her business card folder.

In the middle of the night, the snow was still falling, and the courtyard was already covered with a thin layer of white snow. Qiao Zhanbei wore a coat, walked on the ground paved with red bricks, and entered the western-style building.

This is the property he bought in Sioux City before, and he brought Ye Mian here before.

As soon as he entered the door, a middle-aged woman greeted him, took his coat and hung it on the hanger.

"Is Qiao Qiao back?" Qiao Zhanbei asked lightly.

"Sir, after dinner, Mr. Xu sent the young lady back. The little lady is still asleep, and the childcare wife has been coaxing her." The servant said respectfully.

Qiao Zhanbei raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already 10:30.

Jojo never goes to bed past nine o'clock.

Could it be that you are not feeling well?

The man frowned, and walked upstairs quickly, the soles of his leather shoes making a dull sound on the mahogany stairs.

Not long ago, when he saw Qiao Qiao was depressed all day long, he asked her, but she didn't say anything.He was worried that the little person was lonely and no one to play with, so he sent her to Su Cheng and Xu's family, with her younger sister Nuannuan as company.

Qiao Zhanbei quickly entered Qiaoqiao's room and told the childcare sister-in-law to go out.

In the bedroom, the retro green desk lamp exudes a dim light.

Little Qiaoqiao was facing the wall, lying on her side, covered with a quilt, and her long hair was loose.

Her shoulders trembled, and she could vaguely hear her crying, the sound was so small that it was barely detectable.

Seeing the baby girl crying quietly, Qiao Zhanbei's heart suddenly tugged.

It was the first time he saw the independent and strong little Qiaoqiao cry.

Qiao Zhanbei sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned forward, looked down at the little man, and asked softly, "Qiao Qiao, good boy, baby, what's the matter? Dad is back."

On the little girl's long black and curly eyelashes, there were crystal clear teardrops, and the tears rolled down the inner corners of her eyes continuously.

A suppressed low choked sound came from the little man's throat, which really tugged at people's hearts.

Qiao Zhanbei was very distressed: "Hey, tell Dad, what's wrong?"

Qiao Qiao turned her face, "Dad, I want my mother, I want my mother, I want Mianmian, where is she? I miss her... woo... I want Mianmian..."

The little man said sobbingly, his big black eyes were filled with tears, which kept rolling down.The delicate little face was flushed with tears, covered with tears.

Listening to the words of the precious girl, Qiao Zhanbei's heart was like a knife.

He thought that Qiao Qiao, who had a cold and arrogant personality and never clinged to adults, would not be sad without her mother by her side. She never even kissed her mother.

Ye Mian used to please her.

Qiao Zhanbei's eyes were hot and humid, he turned his face away and suppressed his tears.

He picked up his precious daughter and coaxed him softly: "Qiao Qiao, your mother is in Sucheng now. She is healthy and happy. We don't worry about her anymore. Go to bed early. It's snowing outside. Dad will take you tomorrow." Make a snowman, okay?"

When it comes to building a snowman, Jojo misses her mother even more.

In the vague memory, her mother took her to build a snowman together.

"Dad, take me to find her, I'm going to find Mianmian now, I'm going, I'm going." Little Qiaoqiao said, with her arms stretched towards the door, and her small body was about to wrestle from his arms. open.

It was the first time for Qiao Zhanbei to see Qiao Qiao being so self-willed. After all, she was only a two or three-year-old child. From birth to now, it was the first time she had been away from her mother for so long.

He hugged the little girl tightly, patted her on the back gently with his big hands, and coaxed her: "Qiao Qiao, Dad told you that Mom doesn't remember us, and we can't recognize her, otherwise, the monster in her body will Woke up, and mom isn't mom anymore."

Ye Mian was hypnotized to erase all the memories in her subconscious mind, but the psychiatrist couldn't guarantee whether she would be stimulated again and remember those memories of hating him.

For three months, he didn't dare to get close to her or recognize her. On the one hand, he was already a stranger in her eyes, and what's more, he was afraid of irritating her.

Qiao Qiao's sobs became smaller and smaller, but the tears fell more fiercely. She turned her face and lay on her father's shoulder, pursing her mouth, "Dad, I still miss my mother..."

Hearing his daughter's cry, Qiao Zhanbei couldn't resist, he coaxed softly: "Hey, Dad will take you to see Mom tomorrow, but we agreed, we can only look at her quietly."

Qiao Qiao walked away from his shoulder, looking at her father's face with her tearful eyes, she raised her little finger to hook him.

Qiao Zhanbei smiled: "Pull the hook."

Qiao Qiao choked up for a long time before gradually falling asleep in her father's arms.

Looking at the sleeping baby with dry tears on his face, Qiao Zhanbei lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

*

The garden after snow is so beautiful.

Qiao Zhanbei hugged Xiao Qiaoqiao, standing behind a white wall, looking at the gazebo in the middle of the lake through the hollowed-out flower window.

"Jojo, look, your mother is in that pavilion."

Little Qiaoqiao stretched her neck and looked out of the window at the pavilion. She saw her mother.

"mom!"

Qiaoqiao struggled to get out of his father's arms, shouted, and ran out through the fan-shaped door of the fence as soon as his feet landed.

"Jojo—"

Qiao Zhanbei shouted in a low voice and strode to catch up.

"Mom, mom..." After running out, Qiaoqiao saw the woman in the pavilion, crying and shouting, and ran faster.

Ye Mian, who was taking pictures with the camera, heard the little girl's crying, and her heart felt inexplicably painful. She put down the camera and looked around.