Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Ye Mian couldn't vomit, she hid in the bathroom, her heart was as cold as an ice cellar, and she was constantly breathing in the cold. This feeling was like when Qiao Zhanbei suddenly proposed divorce to her a month ago.

She always thought that the relationship between Qiao's mother and her mother before was like that between her and Gu Sasha.

If one of them dies early, the other will definitely not hesitate to help the other raise the child.

She also thought that when Qiao's mother was seriously ill, she forced Qiao Zhanbei to marry her because she loved her too much. She was afraid that no one would care about her after she left.

In the end, she was there for atonement.

Think about it too, if it's a normal girlfriend relationship, how can you force your son to marry a girl you don't love?

The more Ye Mian thought about it, the more panicked she became.

She was so smitten!

Qiao Zhanbei knocked on the door outside, Ye Mian regained consciousness, she turned the doorknob, and the tall man squeezed in.

He put his arms around her shoulders, covered her forehead with his big hands, and checked her body temperature, but there was no fever.

"Did you eat something bad? Go to the hospital?" the man asked softly, his eyes full of worry.

Ye Mian shook her head lightly, "I'm fine, I may have caught a little cold, but if I can persevere, let's go out."

The two quickly returned to their seats, the elders showed concern for her for a while, when the younger couple toasted the elders, Ye Mian didn't let Qiao Zhanbei drink, she drank a few small glasses of Moutai for him, and felt better a lot of.

Seeing her drinking alcohol meant that she was not pregnant, and the hopes of the elders were dashed, especially Tang Wanzhou's eyes were dimmed.She quietly observed the state of the young couple several times, thoughtfully.

After the banquet, Ye Mian was slightly drunk and sat on the sofa to rest.

Qiao Zhanbei sat down beside her, and touched her forehead again. It wasn't hot. He looked at her slightly flushed cheeks, and raised the corners of his mouth: "I didn't let you drink it, but I insisted on drinking it for me. Don't you want to drink it for me?" Drink, the elders will not mind."

"I'll drink some wine to warm my body." Ye Mian was not in a high mood and replied casually.

"You rest here, I'll see off someone." He helped her tuck her suit jacket and said softly.

Ye Mian nodded.

She closed her eyes and meditated, forcing herself not to think about that matter. After a while, an old man's voice came from her ear, but she couldn't tell who it was.

"The Tong family is lucky this time. A piece of land that was hoarded in Qingzhou ten years ago is about to be developed. I heard that it was the first fire that Qiao Jinhuai took office as a new official. The Tong family will follow suit this time."

"I heard that Qiao Jinhuai gave this project to Zhanbei, so I should rest assured."

"Don't worry, the Qiao family will benefit immeasurably from the completion of this project. It is a win-win situation for the Qiao family."

"It's the Tong's house... I heard that Zhanbei broke up with that Tong Yaoyao?"

Listening to this conversation, Ye Mian was completely drunk. It seemed that the second grandfather and the eldest aunt were chatting on the terrace outside. She took out her mobile phone and opened a financial WeChat group.

After flipping through the chat records a few times, there was indeed a news link, reporting on this project.

After reading the news, Ye Mian's heart turned cold again.

Now that Qiao Zhanbei is going to get involved with the Tong family again, Tong Yaoyao has the confidence to pester him again...

Ye Mian's throat choked, and her eyes gradually became moist.

Back at her home, she took off her make-up and lay down. Qiao Zhanbei went out in the evening, saying that she had a social event at night.Ye Mian was lying down, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

These two things stuck in her heart, making her breathless, and she wanted to cry, but couldn't cry.

It's not painful or itchy, it's just uncomfortable.

At 10:30 in the evening, there was the sound of a car engine downstairs.

She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Qiao Zhanbei turned on the light in the bedroom, walked to her side, sat down on the edge of the bed, stroked her forehead with his big hand, and touched his own. It wasn't hot.

He smiled, amused by his actions, and looked more and more like an old father.

After calming down a bit, feeling his tenderness, Ye Mian's heart throbbed fiercely, her nose sore, she got up, like a wronged child, lay on his back, sucking his breath.

She was so distressed that she wanted his comfort.

Burying her head on his shoulder, she smelled a familiar sweet, sweet and bitch perfume, Tong Yaoyao's most commonly used perfume in the morning after Loewe's event.

She froze all over.

Qiao Zhanbei stretched his long arms back, and caressed her back through the silky nightgown. The man turned his face to look at the person lying behind him, his eyes full of doting.

"Hey, I'll take a shower and I'll be back with you." He said softly.

Ye Mian didn't speak, she let go of him numbly, and lay back down again, wrapping herself in the quilt.

Qiao Zhanbei thought she was being shy, so he curled his lips into a smile, resisting the urge to eat her up immediately, and went to the bathroom.

When he hurriedly washed up, how could there be her figure in the huge bedroom? !

"Mrs. Qiao?" At first, Qiao Zhanbei thought that she was deliberately flirting with him, hiding in the cloakroom and letting him find her.

As a result, after searching the entire bedroom, she was nowhere to be seen.

He put on his nightgown, went downstairs to look for it, and disturbed Aunt Wu, who said she hadn't seen Ye Mian go out, so he went upstairs again, looking for the study on the third floor, and finally found her in the attic.

The lights were not turned on, and the moonlight slanted in from the triangular window in the attic, casting a bright light on the floor. She sat in that light, drinking non-stop.

After finding her, Qiao Zhanbei heaved a sigh of relief, but also frowned. In the middle of the night, why did she suddenly hide here and drink alcohol?

Ye Mian was about to pour wine, but the bottle in his hand was snatched away.

She raised her head, looked at his face hidden in the darkness, smiled bitterly, raised her head and drank the wine in the glass, and said numbly, "Qiao Zhanbei, I want a divorce."

So torturous.

The word "divorce" was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.

Qiao Zhanbei tightly held the neck of the wine bottle, forcing himself to calm down. He knelt down slowly, covered her head with his big hands, and said with a light smile, "Mrs. Qiao, you are drunk. Don't say these two words in the future. Not even drunk."

These two words are very hurtful.

"I don't, I just want a divorce!" Ye Mian said in a deep voice, and slammed the wine glass in her hand.

The thick wine glass hit the floor, making a muffled sound, and rolled a long way on the ground.

Qiao Zhanbei swallowed his throat, and said frankly: "Yes, I invited Tong's family to have dinner tonight, and Tong Yaoyao also went. We are talking about business, and Ancheng is also there."

He didn't dare to say it, Tong Yaoyao gave him a hug, the Tong family refused to sell the land.

He also thought that because she knew he had met Tong Yaoyao, she got angry and drunk and wanted a divorce.

Qiao Zhanbei simply sat down, pulled her into his arms, pinched her nose, and said dotingly, "Little vinegar jar".