Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Gu Sasa wanted to take Ye Mian to karaoke, and asked Xiao Xianrou to indulge her, but Ye Mian refused, she wanted to be alone.Let Gu Sasha take her back to her own apartment.

Not long after entering the door, the doorbell rang.

She turned on the videophone.

"Mr. Qiao, what's the matter?" Looking at the man outside the door, she said indifferently.

The one who called him "Brother Qiao" in the car before was Mr. Qiao.

Obviously angry with him.

"Mianmian, I have wronged you today." Qiao Zhanbei said sincerely into the microphone.

"I didn't intend to favor Yaoyao tonight. That nanny did something similar before. Last time Yaoyao just got burnt on her hand. She said something serious on the phone and called me over in the middle of the night. Yaoyao Didn't let her call me either."

He explained again.

Oh, that's not a play played by their master and servant together on him.

In his eyes, Tong Yaoyao will always be a pure and kind white lotus.

He believed everything she said.

"I see." Ye Mian said coldly, and was about to hang up.

Qiao Zhanbei: "I have asked people to delete all the gossip in the WeChat group. I have also asked people to clarify for you that you were framed. Anyone who dares to spread it will receive a warning letter from the lawyer."

"What else do you think makes you angry or wronged, I will deal with it." He added.

And you.

Ye Mian answered in her heart.

The instigator of all this is him.

But it was also the result of her wishful thinking.

"No, Mr. Qiao, please go back. Thank you for today's matter." She finished speaking indifferently and hung up decisively.

Qiao Zhanbei: "..."

She is really straightforward and has no nostalgia for him.

The man left the door lonely, walked towards the elevator, and was about to order the bodyguards to stay and guard her when a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky.

Thinking of the time when she was almost scared to death last time, Qiao Zhanbei went back to ring the doorbell without a moment's hesitation.

Even after he pressed dozens of times, she didn't open the door.

Looking at the password keyboard, he suddenly remembered her usual six-digit password, 120720.

The door lock made a "swish" sound.

"Welcome home!"

The electronic female voice without emotion said to him.

"Mianmian?"

When he entered the room, he was afraid of startling her, so he called out cautiously.There was no sign of her in the huge living room. According to the layout of the whole room, he judged the master bedroom and walked over.

As a result, there was no one in the master bedroom.

Qiao Zhanbei looked for her in the study and bathroom, but couldn't find her. Finally, he pushed open a small room in the far corner.

The room was so small that it could only accommodate a single bed, and he saw a figure curled up in the corner at a glance.

She squatted on the ground against the corner of the wall, covered her ears with her hands, and remained motionless. In an instant, a pang of pity welled up in her heart, and Qiao Zhanbei walked over gently.

"Mianmian?"

Ye Mian, who was wearing earplugs, felt that someone was moving her, like a frightened deer, her almond eyes widened, and when she looked up, she saw him, her heart hanging in her throat suddenly fell back.

Her nose was pantothenic.

Qiao Zhanbei gently hugged her into his arms, hugged her, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Ye Mian huddled in his arms, motionless as if her soul had been taken away.

After an unknown amount of time, she took off the earplugs and gradually regained her senses. In her ears was the sound of his powerful heartbeat, and his even and long breathing came from the top of her hair.

There was still lightning and thunder outside, nestled in his arms, but filled with a sense of security.

This feeling, as if she was sick when she was very young, her mother hugged her and coaxed her gently.

It's also like cold winter, when grandma gets up in the middle of the night to cover her with a quilt, she will pat her hard a few times to make the quilt cling to her body, the feeling of being wrapped in the quilt is very heartwarming.

Ye Mian's eyes gradually turned red when she smelled her greedy breath on him.

He is the closest person in her life besides mother and grandmother, but he will be gone soon.

She indulged herself and lusted after him for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Zhanbei lowered his head, leaned against her cheek, sucked the breath from her body, and called out softly, "Mianmian?"

"Well, I'm fine." She whispered, "Actually, earplugs are fine."

Qiao Zhanbei still felt distressed when he remembered how she was curled up in the corner of the small room by herself, so he hugged her tightly, "I'll be with you."

Not long after she came to his house, she heard from her grandparents that she was afraid of thunder, but she never knew that she would be so afraid, and she never saw her afraid after marriage.

Ye Mian listened to his words, and smiled bitterly in her heart: You can't stay with me forever.

After the thunderstorm passed, she broke away from his arms, and the two of them left the bedroom transformed from a narrow utility room.

At the door, Qiao Zhanbei looked at the small room again. She regarded it as a bedroom in such a big house.He remembered that, psychologically speaking, this was a sign of insecurity.

He turned around, facing Ye Mian's expressionless face, she said, "It's getting late, please go back."

Qiao Zhanbei gritted his teeth, covered the back of her head with his big hand, rubbed it vigorously, and said with a trace of resentment: "Little heartless."

He kicked it out when he was done.

Ye Mian was puzzled, otherwise?Shall he stay here overnight?They are about to divorce at any time.

"Have you had dinner?" He asked concerned, "Aren't you going back to the hospital tonight?"

Ye Mian: "I won't go back, I'll go back tomorrow, I plan to cook something myself."

Qiao Zhanbei's attention was attracted by a painting on the TV cabinet. He walked over and bowed his head to admire it.

Seeing this, Ye Mian's heart sank.

The girl in the painting is exactly what he looked like when he saw her for the first time ten years ago. She is wearing a white dress, two braids, a small white daisy, and an oval face, bright and clean.

This is an Suzhou embroidery painting.

Qiao Zhanbei couldn't help admiring her embroidery skills. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell that the painting was embroidered stitch by stitch.

Remembering that she had embroidered for Gu Ye, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and a surge of sourness surged up.

This little heartless person never thought of embroidering one for him.

Seeing that he didn't pick up the painting, Ye Mian breathed a sigh of relief. The other side of this painting is him, the way she looked when she first met him.

Double-sided embroidery is the top technique in Suzhou embroidery.

"Is there any food at home? I'll cook for you." Qiao Zhanbei regained his composure and raised his voice to ask.

As he spoke, he took off his suit jacket and hung it on the hanger.

"You can cook? Why didn't I know." Ye Mian was curious, he had never seen him cook before.

They are very busy at work, and she never cooks.

"When I was studying abroad, I thought the food outside was not good, so I cooked it myself."

Qiao Zhanbei walked to the open kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There was nothing in it except eggs, instant noodles, and luncheon meat.

"What do you want to eat? I'll have someone deliver it, Cantonese style, lighter." He turned to look at her, not willing to criticize her.

When she lived alone, did she eat these?

"I just want to eat instant noodles now. During this time, I'm tired of eating clear soup with little water." She looked at the Laotan sauerkraut noodles in the refrigerator and said greedily.