Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Listening to his gentle soothing voice, Ye Mian's emotions gradually calmed down, but his words made her curl her lips bitterly.

She looked at him and shook her head slowly, "I don't remember how good my relationship with them was before, and I'm not familiar with them now..."

What she meant was that she didn't trust the Jin family and Gu Sasha either.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart flustered again, he didn't know how to persuade her, how to make her trust him.

If it were him himself, he would not believe it if he found out that his girlfriend, whom he had been dating for a long time, had concealed so many things from him and still refused to explain clearly.

He really wanted to tell her what happened in the past, how much she loved him, but he couldn't, he would rather she didn't believe him, and he couldn't stimulate her memory disorder and mental disorder.

Qiao Zhanbei stared deeply at the person close at hand, full of helplessness and sourness, and turned into a sentence: "Mianmian, I love you, trust me..."

Under the bright light, the man's deep black eyes were tightly locked on himself, the eyes were helpless and full of affection, emitting fragmentary light, like the light of tears.

His voice was hoarse, affectionate, and begging.

Ye Mian's heart twisted, her throat choked, her eye sockets gradually became blurred, and warm tears rolled down the corners of her eyes unconsciously.

Distressed for no reason.

There is a voice in my heart clamoring: believe him!

Obviously, this man is his ex-husband, who erased her memory, deliberately approached her, and concealed many things from her. She should push him away rationally and stop the loss in time.

But relying on her feeling, she took steps towards him.

Seeing her tearful and walking towards him, Qiao Zhanbei's throat choked, and in an instant, the blood all over his body surged up, his heart trembled uncontrollably, and his heartbeat was disordered.

She believed him.

One step away, she stood in front of him.

"I used to love you very much, right?" She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and couldn't help asking.

Hearing her words, Qiao Zhanbei's nose turned sour, and tears almost came out of his eyes. He turned his face away, blinked his eyes to keep the tears from falling, and looked at her again, pursing his lips and raising the corners of his lips.

The man nodded heavily, "Yes."

At the moment when the tears flowed, he held her into his arms so that she would not see him moved to tears.

The man's chin was against the top of her hair, his thin lips trembled uncontrollably, and his iron arms tightly wrapped her around his chest, wishing he could press her into his flesh and blood.

She has always loved him!

Even though her subconscious is full of memories of hating him, she still loves him, even if she has completely forgotten him, she still loves him, her love for him has long been in her bones, melted into her blood, in every cell, even engraved into dna.

The man's chest is warm, exuding a strong male hormone breath, with a light, clean woody aroma, and a hint of tobacco smell.

I remember, when she was discharged from the hospital after amnesia, she saw him at a glance in the bustling crowd in the hospital lobby, and when he passed by her, she had a special impression of his aura.

It turned out that he was her lover.

No wonder, in just a few days, she fell in love with him, and she felt incredible.

Sucking the breath on his body, listening to his thundering heartbeat, the corners of her lips slowly turned up, her face rubbed against his chest, and she hugged him with her backhand.

Feeling her hug, Qiao Zhanbei's arms tightened, and his lips kissed her hair gently.

Outside the large viewing window on the balcony, gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky in the distance, and bursts of firecrackers sounded faintly from a distance.

In the living room, two people who love each other embrace each other deeply.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone vibrated, and the two let go of each other.

Qiao Zhanbei took out his cell phone, looked down at Ye Mian, gently brushed the hair from her cheek with his long fingers, and answered the phone.

It was Jin Huaian calling.

"It's okay, Mianmian is fine now." He secretly cleared his hoarse throat and said in a deep voice.

On the other end of the phone, Jin Huaian was in the hospital.

Jin Huaisu was sent to the hospital after being pushed by Tong Yaoyao and bumped into a Buddhist altar, and fainted. After rescue, he regained consciousness.

When she just woke up, she was very emotional, grabbed Jin Huai'an's hand, and said excitedly: "Yes, it was Tong Yaoyao who took my heart medicine, and she wanted to kill me! Huai'an, she is not my own, She was born by Tong Jingsheng and his servants! If it wasn't for Mianmian, I would have been killed by her long ago!"

It turned out that after Jin Huaisu was hit, he recovered his lost memory and remembered Tong Yaoyao's life experience and the things that would kill her.

Jin Huai'an was relieved to hear that Ye Mian's memory was not stimulated, and he also told Qiao Zhanbei about Tong Yaoyao, expressing that the Jin family would deal with the scourge of Tong Yaoyao.

Just hearing the name "Tong Yaoyao" made Qiao Zhanbei physically sick and nauseated.

In the winter in the capital, the climate is dry, and after the tears dry up, the face is tight.Ye Mian stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looked at the tears on her face, pursed her lips and smiled.

She bent down, scooped up a handful of water, and washed away the tears on her face.

Why not tell her what happened before?

She is still curious.

While wiping her face, a tall figure broke into the mirror. The man hugged her from behind. He bent down and gnawed on the protruding and sexy spine on the back of her neck. goosebumps.

"I wanted to do that when you put on the plaster that night." A sexy and magnetic voice came from beside my ear.

Ye Mian swallowed. That night, he just put a plaster on her, and she blushed and her heart beat. She thought it was because she lacked a man, but she was attracted by him.

"How did we know each other before? How long have we known each other?" She asked curiously.

Qiao Zhanbei kissed the side of her neck affectionately, his chin resting on her shoulder, recalling their past, still full of touch and sweetness.

Just, can't tell her.

Her original memories of their meeting had been tampered with, fearing that if she mentioned some key words, she would not be able to recall them.

"We have known each other for thirteen years. In fact, it was you who fell in love with me at first sight. I won't talk about anything else, so don't you think about it, okay?" Hugging her tightly, he said softly.

In 13 years, she fell in love with him at first sight.

His throat suddenly choked, his heart throbbed, his eyes were warm, and tears fell unconsciously.

"Okay... I don't want to." She said hoarsely.

It was as if he had cast a spell on her, so she obediently did not recall how she met him, how she fell in love with him at first sight.

Trust him instinctively and unconditionally.

It's the instinct to love him.

The two left the bathroom, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, fireworks bloomed in the night sky again.

"Today is New Year's Eve..." Qiao Zhanbei looked at the fireworks, then at her, and said meaningfully.

On New Year's Eve last year, he was paralyzed in the lower half of his body and was still avoiding her, while she was missing him crazily.

"Yeah, I'm at Jin's house, and I ran back without having the New Year's Eve dinner." Ye Mian couldn't remember anything, so naturally he didn't understand the meaning of his words.

"I haven't eaten yet." Qiao Zhanbei raised his lips and said with a smile.

"It's still early, go back and spend time with your family, New Year's Eve dinner is very important." She regained her senses and said seriously.

The man's cold, white and handsome face was stained with a smile, and he said in a gentle voice, "I just want to be with you."

When she met his star-filled deep eyes, there was a little sweetness in her heart, and she also wanted to celebrate the New Year with him.

"There are quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator. Let's make do with them. It's too late to make them." She said, going to the kitchen.

Looking at her slender back, Qiao Zhanbei was deeply moved. She was not stimulated to memory, and after being provoked by Tong Yaoyao, she could still trust him.

In the future, he would no longer have to try to hide his true identity from her, and they could remarry and continue to be together happily.

The man smiled knowingly, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, walked to the kitchen, snatched the soup pot from her, and said softly, "I'll come, you go out and wait."

Ye Mian watched him pick up the water, turn on the gas stove, busy figure beside the stove, still a little hard to accept that her boyfriend became her ex-husband.

Very subtle feeling.

She couldn't bear to leave the kitchen either.

"I peel the garlic." She said, took out a head of garlic from the refrigerator, stood by the stove, and peeled slowly.

After a while, the dumplings came to the table, and the two sat face to face, having the New Year's Eve dinner together.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have asked Qiao Qiao to follow you..." Ye Mian said calmly while eating the dumplings.

Qiao Qiao is her biological daughter.

No wonder the little man said that her father wanted her to kiss her when she was at the playground, and the father and daughter were attacking her together.

Qiao Zhanbei: "We'll take her there in a while, and I'll take you to set off the fireworks."

light fireworks.

Listening to it felt very romantic, and her heart was about to move, she was full of anticipation.

Ye Mian didn't know that this was a good memory she and Qiao Zhanbei shared in the past, and it was also what she looked forward to the most every year during the Chinese New Year.

After dinner, they went back to the compound together, picked up Qiao Qiao, and the family of three went to the place where the fireworks could be set off.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at their mother and daughter waving fairy firework sticks in their hands. They looked happy, their eyes were full of doting, and they were more grateful.

This is also the first time he and Ye Mian celebrated the New Year together after their divorce. Like every New Year's Eve in the past, they took her to set off fireworks, and this year they had an extra daughter.

JoJo fell asleep on the way back to her apartment in the city after the fireworks.

Qiao Zhanbei carried her into the bedroom, Ye Mian helped her take off her clothes, looked at the sleeping face of the little man, smelled the pure milk fragrance on her body, and kissed her cheek again and again.

She came out of the bedroom, and the TV was turned on ceremoniously, and "Spring Festival Gala" was broadcasting inside. The host and celebrity guests were preparing for the countdown to the new year.

Qiao Zhanbei walked up to her, handed her a red envelope, and said dotingly, "New Year's money."

"I'm not a child." Ye Mian looked at the red envelope and smiled without thinking.

In her heart, she felt inexplicably sweet and moved. She looked up at the man in front of her, and a handsome young boy's face gradually appeared in front of her eyes.

The boy's face gradually overlapped with Qiao Zhanbei's.