Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

The little person carved in pink and jade, tightly held her fingers with warm little hands, as if she was afraid that if she let go, she would run away.

She was still shaking her arms, pleading.

Ye Mian's throat was choked up, and her heart ached. She bent down, hugged Qiao Qiao up with difficulty, entered the hotel lobby, and sat down on the sofa in the corner.

Qiao Zhanbei quickly followed. He walked up to Ye Mian and bent down to hug Qiao Qiao. The little girl hugged her mother like a koala, and she refused to let go.

"I'm going to be with Mianmian." Little Qiaoqiao said willfully, and buried her face in her mother's arms, her little shoulders kept shaking.

Hearing Qiao Qiao's suppressed low cry from her arms, Ye Mian's nose was sore, she patted her on the back pitifully, and coaxed softly: "Qiao Qiao, don't cry, Auntie will be with you tonight." Together. Let's go back to Auntie's room now, shall we?"

Qiao Qiao poked her head out of her embrace, pouted her mouth, and said, "Okay..."

Seeing Qiao Qiao like this, Qiao Zhanbei also felt very distressed.His little princess with a strong personality has never cried before. She really misses her mother.

Since Ye Mian had already agreed, he didn't try to persuade Qiao Qiao again.

He hugged the little person, entered the hotel elevator with Ye Mian, and arrived at her room after a while.

Ye Mian lives in a suite, the inner room is a bedroom with a double bed, and the outer room is a living room.As soon as she got back to the room, little Qiaoqiao fell asleep. She helped her take off her coat, sweater, and leggings, leaving only her long underwear.

Covering her with the quilt, she looked at the little baby's angelic sleeping face, couldn't help but kissed her before leaving the bedroom.

The man was wearing a dark suit, facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, staring absently at the night scene outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.

Ye Mian walked to the cabinet and took a cup of warm water.

Hearing the sound of running water, Qiao Zhanbei came back to his senses and turned to look at her.

She was wearing an off-white V-neck cashmere sweater, a black skirt on the lower body, black short boots, and her long hair was tied into a bun with shark clips behind her head.

Holding a glass in his hand, with a smile on his face, he is as gentle and touching as before.

"Mr. Qiao, sit down and drink a glass of water. Qiao Qiao fell asleep and slept soundly. Don't worry." Ye Mian put down the glass water glass, smiled at him, and said warmly.

The man walked towards this side, frowning slightly, showing shame, looked at her and said: "I really caused you trouble tonight, Qiao Qiao seldom cries, but when she cries, I really can't do anything about her. "

"It's troublesome again, you told me not to be polite to you this afternoon." Ye Mian replied with a smile, "I also don't want to see Qiao Qiao cry, I don't want her to cry, and I like her very much."

It can be seen that this boss loves his daughter very much.

Qiao Zhanbei nodded, he raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "It's getting late, don't disturb your rest, I'll go back first, and come pick her up early tomorrow."

Saying so, looking at her who was only a few steps away, he really wanted to be like Qiao Qiao, lingering and not leaving.

Ye Mian sent him to the entrance.

She stood in the room, holding the doorknob with one hand, and rubbing her neck with the other hand, "Mr. Qiao, I won't see you off."

Qiao Zhanbei was about to say goodbye to her, but his heart tightened, and he couldn't help asking, "Your neck is uncomfortable?"

"Well, the cervical spine is not very good. Mr. Qiao, goodbye. I will take care of Qiao Qiao, don't worry." She replied casually, finished speaking with a smile, and closed the door.

Ye Mian turned her stiff and sore neck, and felt a "cracking" sound inside. It was because she rushed to work a while ago and bowed her head for too long.

Back in the bedroom, looking at the little baby lying on the bed, the corners of her lips could not help but rise.

She was actually "loved" by a three or four-year-old little princess, and he actually liked her so much, from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Mian carefully tucked the quilt for Qiao Qiao, patted the quilt lightly to make the quilt fit better, and then she went to the bathroom to wash up.

The night is deep.

After she took a shower and dried her hair, it was almost 11 o'clock.

Just after coming out of the bathroom, Ye Mian heard the sound of the phone vibrating, took out the phone from the bag, and the screen displayed: Mr. Qiao.

It's Qiao Zhanbei.

Is he worried about Jojo?

Ye Mian turned her stiffer and more sore neck, went outside to answer the phone.

"Mr. Joe—"

"Are you asleep? I'm outside your room door."

The man's deep and magnetic voice came.

Ye Mian looked at the door with a puzzled look on her face. She didn't understand why he came back so late. She put down her phone, walked to the door, and saw his handsome face through the peephole.

She wrapped the skirt of the bathrobe tightly, pulled off the anti-theft chain, and turned the doorknob.

"Mr. Qiao, what are you—please come in first." Ye Mian hesitated, but still invited him in.

He was only wearing a thin suit, his coat should still be in the car, and he was carrying an environmentally friendly paper bag.

Qiao Zhanbei entered the room, looking down at her, "When I was buying toothpaste and toothbrush for Qiao Qiao, I passed by the pharmacy and bought some plaster for you. You can try it first. If it doesn't work, I'll help you later." Find a chiropractor or an acupuncturist."

Buying toothpaste and toothbrush is passing by, buying plaster is a special trip.

Ye Mian stared at the pharmacy paper bag he handed over, stared blankly for a few seconds before taking it.

She just replied to him casually, and he actually remembered it.

She looked up at the clear water like a hibiscus, with a perfect oval face in white, looking at him, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You want to say thank you again?" Qiao Zhanbei stopped what she wanted to say, and raised his lips jokingly.

Ye Mian also laughed, she didn't say anything, she took out the plaster from the paper bag, "I'll try it now."

"I'll go in and take a look at Qiao Qiao." Qiao Zhanbei said, entering the bedroom.

Ye Mian stood by the mirror in the entrance, holding the plaster in her hand, lowered her head, and applied it to the back of her neck, but she didn't reach the sore spot after taking it for a long time.

"I come."

The man's slightly frosty voice came from behind, and the warm breath sprayed on the back of her neck, making it tickle...

Ye Mian's heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became short.

He took the plaster in her hand, and through the mirror in front of her, a tall man was standing behind her. He was expressionless, with black eyes downcast, and gently brushed her hair away with one hand.

The hair brushed against her skin lightly, as if brushing past her heart.

The man's fingertips pressed against her cervical spine, which was particularly sore, and she let out a "ow".

Qiao Zhanbei raised his eyebrows and asked seriously, "Does it hurt here?"

His hand pressed the position again.

"Well... right, right here." Ye Mian lightly gritted her teeth.