Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

What are these two idiots up to?

Shouldn't they be collecting Ye Mian's body?

Seeing the two men whose faces were swollen into pig's heads, who were almost beyond recognition, unfastened their belts and walked towards her, Tong Yaoyao's pupils shrank suddenly, and she kept moving her body backwards.

Shrunk to the corner, she got up, straightened her back, and put on a posture, "You, what are you doing? Why are you bullying me? I am your brother Feng's goddess! Go kill Ye Mian and avenge Qin Feng. !"

"Goddamn you! The surname is Tong, we had a video chat with Brother Feng, and he said that he was cheated by you little bitch!"

"You little bitch also lied to our brother, causing us to take revenge on the wrong person, and almost died!"

The two boys scolded at her angrily.

He, how did they communicate with Qin Feng via video? !These two idiots must have missed and were caught by Qiao Zhanbei!He asked them to take revenge on her!

"Ah Feng must have been forced to say that!" Tong Yaoyao quibbled loudly after regaining her senses.

The two boys would not believe her nonsense, so they grabbed her viciously.

"Don't touch me! It's Ye Mian who harmed Qin Feng! It's not me! Go get her, kill her! Go away! Don't touch me, you two disgusting things! Ah—"

In the dark, damp, musty-smelling basement, a woman's curses sounded, and after a while, she screamed again and again.

……

Ye Mian didn't sleep well this time, after waking up, thinking about what happened last night, she still had lingering fears in her heart.

Unknowingly, she was drugged with sleeping pills, taken away from the inn, and injected with aphrodisiacs.

If it wasn't for that boy and the wolf dog, she must have been ruined; if Gu Ye hadn't appeared in time, she and that boy would have died last night.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. She took a few deep breaths and took a long time to calm down.

It was a house with a roof and wooden beams, and there was a warm, woody, sweet aroma in the air, like sandalwood.

Sunlight slanted in from the grilled wooden windows, casting grid-shaped shadows on the white wall. Two wooden chairs with a sense of age were placed against the wall, with a wooden table in the middle and a pot of orchids placed.

There was also a slanted figure on the ground.

She turned her head and saw the man standing by another window with his hands in his trouser pockets and his back to him.He was wearing a white shirt with cuff buttons rolled up to the elbows, a tailored vest, a narrow waist and long legs, and the hems of his trousers were stained with dried mud.

There was a faint gloom around him, which made people inexplicably distressed.

As if feeling her gaze, he turned around tacitly, before she spoke: "Are you still tired?"

Enduring the pain in his heart, Qiao Zhanbei asked softly.

"It's much better." Her voice was extremely dry and hoarse, like the sound of wind blowing yellow sand in a dry desert.

"Go take a shower first, I have someone bring clothes from the homestay where you are staying." Qiao Zhanbei hugged her, avoiding her gaze intentionally.

"Xuxu—my clerk, is she okay?" Ye Mian asked nervously after realizing it.

"She's fine, she's already returned to Beijing." While speaking, he had already picked her up in his arms.

"As long as Xuxu is fine." Ye Mian breathed a sigh of relief, "Who are those two kidnappers? Why kidnapped me?"

"That Qin Feng's boy was used as a gun again. You should be able to guess who this person is." Qiao Zhanbei said calmly, but his eyes were like two poisonous arrows.

"Tong Yaoyao..." Ye Mian almost blurted out, "She hurt me in the past, so she stole you from me. Now? You know her true colors, even without me, you wouldn't want her, and she made me do it Well?"

"Maybe, she's just plain bad, and she's the one who hired the navy to hack you," Qiao Zhanbei said again.

This Tong Yaoyao!

Ye Mian gritted her teeth.

They had just left the hall when they met Gu Ye.

"Ye Xiaomian, I'll leave first."

Gu Ye didn't look at Qiao Zhanbei, he just looked at Ye Mian in his arms casually, before he finished speaking, he threw his coat over his shoulder.

He is ruffian and handsome.

His arms are muscular, and on his upper arms, there are bloodstains that have broken the skin, like scratches.

Qiao Zhanbei's throat tightened.

"How did you come here last night? Do you have a car?" Ye Mian asked with concern, this guy hasn't told her why he suddenly appeared last night.

"There is a car, it's on the nearby country road, let's go." Gu Ye said with his back to her.

"Young Master Gu." Qiao Zhanbei looked at his back and shouted in a deep voice.

Gu Ye turned around, biting a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, staring at Qiao Zhanbei with unruly eyes.

"What happened last night...thank you."

Qiao Zhanbei's tone was heavy. When he said this, the thorn in his heart seemed to be shaken vigorously by someone, and it was painful and responsive.But compared to her life, this little pain was nothing.

This was the first time in his life that he thanked Gu Ye instead of blaming him.

If it wasn't for him last night, she would have died long ago. If it wasn't for him, she would have been tortured to death by lust.He has endured that kind of feeling, even though he is a person with incomparable restraint, he was relieved by sedatives in the end.

Gu Ye was indifferent to Qiao Zhanbei's thanks, he just glanced at Qiao Zhanbei coldly, turned around and left.

Brat, what's your attitude towards his brother-in-law?

Ye Mian looked at Gu Ye's back, feeling dissatisfied in her heart.He might still be angry with Qiao Zhanbei for what happened last time.

Ye Mian took a shower by herself in the bathroom of this family. Her physical strength had already recovered, so she didn't ask Qiao Zhanbei to help.

After eating the meals his men had packed from a town far away, it was getting late and they had to rush back to the capital.

Ye Mian was attracted by an old reeling frame in the yard. On this log reeling frame, there were coils of silk threads.

Only then did she remember the mulberry forest last night. Mulberry leaves are the food of silkworms.

This is a silk farm, right?

Ye Mian looked around for the figure of the young man from last night, but only saw the wolf dog with an injured hind leg in the yard, and it wagged its tail at him.

"Thank you, dog. Where's your little master?" She stroked the dog's head and asked softly.

The dog barked twice towards the other door of the house in the kitchen.

Ye Mian walked over by herself.

In the antique room, the setting sun was shining all over the floor. The boy was dressed in white and had black hair. He was thin and skinny, with a clean temperament. He sat in front of the embroidery frame, with his head down, concentrating on embroidery.

Peer?

Ye Mian's eyes showed surprise, she quietly opened the door and went in.

On the frame, on a translucent silk base material, is embroidered a freehand ink painting of lotus flowers, using the technique of Suzhou embroidery random needle embroidery, simulating the brushstrokes of freehand painting.

The needle and thread in the young man's hand are like a painter's pen, swaying wantonly on the base material.

While embroidering, he stopped, picked up the utility knife, and scratched a few times, ruining the unsatisfactory work.

"This work is very good, but the last few stitches don't feel right, it's good to dismantle and rework, why destroy it?" Ye Mian said kindly.

He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, his skin was fair and pink, and he was as beautiful as a cherry blossom.

The boy looked at her with no expression on his face.

"Mrs. Qiao, my young master has autism and his brain is not working well. He has ruined this painting, and he has ruined it. It has been repeated for half a year."

A middle-aged man came in and said to her that Qiao Zhanbei was following behind him.

Ye Mian was stunned.

The young man who risked his life to save her last night was called Jiang Xun, the young master of the well-known and well-known Jiang family in Sucheng. Because he suffered from autism since he was a child, he was not seen by his father and stepmother, and was raised in the countryside when he was young.

The middle-aged man was responsible for taking care of him. From the tone of his voice, he didn't respect the young master, and seemed to be afraid of him.

Before Ye Mian left, she used embroidery needles to embroider a few times on the paper, and demonstrated it to the young man to help him understand.

There was light in the eyes of the autistic boy, and he began to put on heavy embroidery.

Ye Mian understood, and understood that he understood. It can be seen from his works that he is a talented player.

It would be great if I could be her apprentice.

Before leaving, Qiao Zhanbei gave the housekeeper a sum of money, giving him kindness and strength, and asked him to take good care of his young master, otherwise he would not let him go.

The housekeeper thought that even if he didn't give money or put pressure on him, he wouldn't dare. They had never seen another face of his family's little ancestor.

Qiao Zhanbei had someone arrange a private jet in advance, and they flew back to the capital that night.

At night, when Ye Mian woke up, she turned over and instinctively burrowed into Qiao Zhanbei's arms, but it was in vain.

She opened her eyes, and the other side of the big bed was empty, and the bed surface was cold. She turned on the bedside lamp, and the bathroom was dark.

It's so late, where is he?