Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Ye Mian raised her left hand, looked at her wristwatch, and said seriously, "It's 03:30 in the afternoon, there's still time to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, I'll send someone to deliver the materials, and you can ask Lawyer Zhou to bring the prenuptial agreement and wait for us."

In the afternoon, the strong sunlight penetrated the car window film and shone on her face, with mottled light and shadow.

She has a serious expression, long eyelashes fluttering, and a rational light in her eyes.

Qiao Zhanbei turned his face sideways, tilted his head slightly, and stared at her leisurely, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He just thought she was joking, but she was serious.She had promised to give him a one-month probationary period before, but before the time came, she readily wanted to remarry him.

A hot current surged in the man's chest, full of emotion and joy.

"Why are you still standing there? Make a call." Ye Mian glanced at him, urged him, and picked up the phone by herself.

Qiao Zhanbei took the mobile phone from her hand slowly, and put it aside, he said lazily, "Miss Ye, you want to take me so easily? I don't agree."

The first time they got married, they just simply obtained a certificate. This time, they can't be so casual.

Hearing this, Ye Mian was startled.

She didn't ask him to confess his love or propose marriage to this dog man, she didn't make things difficult for him, and she was in a hurry to remarry him, but he became hypocritical.

He wants her to propose to him?

It's too doggy!

Ye Mian stretched out her hand angrily, scratched his handsome face, and rubbed it vigorously, wishing she could knead his incomparable facial features into a ball.

Qiao Zhanbei closed his eyes, feeling his cheeks warm from her rubbing, and a doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If you don't agree, then don't agree. I don't worry about getting married." Ye Mian withdrew her hand, and when she looked at him, there was an elegant smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Yes, the rich kids who chase Miss Ye can line up from the Forbidden City in Beijing to the Eiffel Tower in Paris." Qiao Zhanbei echoed with a smile.

so what?

The weak water is three thousand, and she only takes his scoop.

Seeing the unafraid look of the dog man, Ye Mian really wanted to give him a kick, but his heart was sweet, he knew her heart.

Xin said, if she proposes, let her do it.

Looking at the date on the phone, the day after tomorrow, July 7, is the 22th anniversary of their meeting.

She has palpitations.

Looking sideways at the man in a dark suit beside him, in 12 years, he has already transformed from a noble boy into a mature man full of masculinity.

her man.

"I'll go back to my hometown tomorrow, will you go with me?" She tilted her head, smiling, and asked him.

Qiao Zhanbei was thinking about how to ask her to meet her in her hometown, but she didn't expect her to ask him first. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and pretended to be calm: "I have an important meeting tomorrow, and I can go there the day after tomorrow."

The day after tomorrow, exactly.

Ye Mian snickered, "Then I'll go there and wait for you."

Qiao Zhanbei is already sketching the scenes of meeting her again, confessing his love, and proposing marriage in his mind. He is both nervous and full of anticipation. He looks forward to seeing how touched she is, and wants to ask if her 12-year dream has come true. .

He wasn't sure it was love at first sight for her.

The carriage was quiet, and the sunlight penetrated in. The man's slender big hand held her slender hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and he solemnly replied: "Okay."

12 years later, he will continue, as promised.

On the bluestone road, in the shade, the gaps are covered with green moss, the branches, and the cicadas are constantly singing.The air is humid and hot, with the faint fragrance of camphor trees.

Ye Mian walked along the east-west path, and passed the old house when he was a child. On the gateposts of the old house, there were pots of sunflowers, one pot was a very saturated pink, and the other pot was orange. yellow.

Looking in through the mottled wooden door, the inside is empty, as if no one has lived in it for a long time.

She continued to walk forward, but she could not hear the ear-shattering rumble of the suitcase and airplane wheels rubbing against the stone road. Twelve years later, she walked this path with ease.

The neighbor who was collecting clothes in the yard next door glanced at her but didn't recognize her.

"Mianmian, I heard that you are going to the capital to join your mother's friend?" Twelve years ago, this Aunt Jiao came out to see her off.

At that time, there was sympathy in her eyes.

A 14-year-old orphan, her only relative, her grandmother, is gone, and she will live a life of being dependent on others in the future.

Ye Mian greeted the aunt with a smile, and continued to walk slowly, waiting for the setting sun to appear.

When she contacted him in the morning, he was still in the capital, saying that he was on his way to the airport, and would soon fly to Sucheng, and said, "See you in the evening."

I remember that 12 years ago, there was no airport in Sioux City, and there were only ordinary trains between Sioux City and Beijing, and there were only a few buses a day from Sioux City to Xunzhen.

At that time, he asked Qiao's driver to drive him here from the capital, and it took him a whole day to get there.

Ye Mian recalled the scene of that day, standing in the shade, waiting patiently for him.

She had already thought out the lines of confession and told him that she was here 12 years ago today and fell in love with him at first sight.

When she was young, due to the gap in status and background, and her sensitive and timid personality, she could only quietly look up to him and admire him secretly.

Now, she is independent, confident, mature and brave, not only to confess to him, but also to propose to him.

Ye Mian thought about it, the corners of her lips raised.

The sun was gradually sinking to the west, and the sunlight became softer. A ray of evening light slanted over, and she took a step towards the intersection.

Walking to the place where he was waiting for him with his suitcase dragged, he stood still and looked forward to it.

Xun Town is an ancient town with little commercial atmosphere. Driving is not allowed in the ancient town, only electric cars and bicycles are allowed. Therefore, he has a long way to walk here, and has to climb one stone arch bridge after another.

She waited patiently.

Compared with the past, there is less tension and more anticipation.

She still remembered that it was Qiao's mother who called her first, saying that she was discussing business abroad and that her son Qiao Zhanbei would pick her up in a few days.

That morning, she received a call from him saying that he had come to pick her up today and introduced himself to her at length on the phone.

As the sun was setting, Ye Mian frowned, looking at the arch bridge in the distance, there were people coming and going on the bridge, but none of them came in this direction.

He hasn't come yet.

Now, the setting sun is almost gone, why hasn't he come yet?

Ye Mian's hanging heart sank like the setting sun.

Did he miss the appointment?

Thinking of something, her heart hung up again, and she immediately took out her mobile phone from her bag and called him.

An emotionless robotic female voice came from the phone: "I'm sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable—"

what's the situation?

At this moment, the night has fallen, and there are mosquitoes at the feet.

Two bodyguards who had been protecting her in the dark came over and reminded her that it was time to go back to the city.

Ye Mian called Ancheng while walking, and asked Qiao Zhanbei what was going on.