Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Her face is round and full, her brows are stretched, and her skin is as creamy as fat.The burgundy velvet cheongsam is paired with a white down jacket. Standing on the gangway of a private jet, she looks dignified and bright.

She is no longer the sweet and lovely little white flower of the past, but now she is an admirable and wealthy flower in the world.

The bright light from the screen was reflected on the man's deep and hollow black eyes, and his numb eyes gradually became more lively.

Like a piece of dead ashes, a little spark suddenly appeared.

The man's eyes didn't blink for a moment, he locked her face tightly, and a warm liquid slowly flowed into his heart.

He felt that his dead heart, without any feeling or emotion, was finally thumping.

Sweetness, warmth, sadness, bitterness... All kinds of emotions are intertwined, and he feels that he is alive again at this time.

This feeling of being alive can only be felt when looking at her pictures.

At this time, when the next news item was cut, her face disappeared from the screen. The man looked like a drug addict. He picked up his phone, eagerly opened the photos inside, and flipped through them one by one.

Every photo is Ye Mian.

Looking at her in the photo, the corners of Qiao Zhanbei's mouth slowly curled up.

When he saw his own face reflected on the phone screen, his smile froze instantly, and a heart beating for her was thrown into the endless hell again...

First class on international flights.

"Ancheng, you have someone arrange the year-end thank you list and thank you gifts. After I go back, I will come to the door to thank you one by one."

While talking on the phone with An Cheng, Ye Mian found her own seat and sat down.

After finishing the call, she turned off the phone, took off the down jacket, adjusted the width of the seat, lowered her head, and a man's hand came into view.

The man had slender and beautiful hands with sexy blue veins floating on the back of his hands. He wore a famous watch on his wrist, and a faint woody fragrance floated in the air.

She slowly raised her head and turned her face. When she saw a pair of familiar sword eyebrows and deep black eyes, her heart throbbed fiercely...

"Hello." The man smiled, looked at her, nodded politely, and his voice was mellow and magnetic.

Ye Mian came back to her senses when she saw the other person's face clearly, she immediately smiled politely and nodded calmly.

It's just that the eyebrows and eyes are very similar. I have never seen anyone with the upper half of his face so similar to him.

But she was sure, it wasn't him, the temperament and feeling were wrong.

How could it be him.

Ye Mian smiled bitterly in her heart.

Once, she heard the secretaries in the secretarial office whispering in the tea room.

"In the past six months, let alone the country, Mr. Ye has sent people looking for Mr. Qiao all over the world. Even if he has lost his memory, he should show up, right?"

"Hey, Mr. Qiao must have... Mr. Ye loves him too much, he's just deceiving himself."

Self-deception.

Ye Mian regained consciousness, her heart was stuffy and uncomfortable.

She took out the documents and flipped through them, quickly concentrating on her work, without any thoughts of sadness.

During her trip to Sweden this time, Ms. Daman asked curiously how she embroidered a painting of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" in less than two years.

Her answer: skill and focus.

At that time, she was divorced by Qiao Zhanbei. Only when she was highly focused and immersed in the world of embroidery, would she not feel pain.

It's the same for the past six months, so busy that I rarely have time to think about him.

She didn't fly directly to the capital, but landed in Jiangcheng, and then went to Sucheng.

Ms. Daman was obsessed with the picture of herself and Qiao Zhanbei that she embroidered with double-sided three-different embroidery techniques, and asked her to embroider a double-sided embroidery picture of her and her lover, Earl Dahl.

Double-sided three-different embroidery requires two people to embroider together, otherwise the amount of work will be too large and energy-consuming.

She thought of Jiang Xun, the apprentice she had taken in Jiangcheng back then.

Jiang Xun was the boy who rescued Ye Mian from the tiger's mouth when Ye Mian was kidnapped by someone instigated by Tong Yaoyao.

She took the high-speed train in Jiangcheng and rushed to Sucheng. On the first-class seat of the high-speed train, she met that man again, but this time, he didn't sit beside her.

The men are as tall as Qiao Zhanbei, but they look more mature than him, and their skin is not cold white, but a healthy wheat color.

They met each other and nodded their heads.

"Look up that man's information for me." Returning to her seat, she whispered to the female bodyguard and assistant accompanying her.

The well-trained female assistant nodded, "Okay, Mr. Ye."

When Ye Mian arrived in Sucheng, Xu Mobai received her and went to find Jiang Xun with her, but Jiang Xun was not at the residence.

They walked out of the yard and walked in the alleys. On both sides of the road were small courtyards in Jiangnan water town with white walls and black tiles.

Xu Mobai said with a little doubt: "Jiang Xun has a withdrawn and autistic personality. It stands to reason that he is very homely. I found that he is often not at home."

Ye Mian didn't speak for a long time.

Xu Mobai turned her head, and beside her, she was wearing a beige woolen long coat and a black turtleneck coat inside, with a deadpan expression, looking like a cold queen.

Even the body is wearing a cool woody neutral fragrance.

Her eyes fell on a row of courtyard walls across the road, on which was written "Hometown of Suzhou Embroidery - Xun Town".

"Brother Mobai, please help me find Jiang Xun later, I want to go back to Xun Town now." Ye Mian turned to Xu Mobai and said.

Xu Mobai nodded in agreement, and Ye Mian quickly asked his assistant to drive her back to her hometown, Xunzhen.

Half a year has passed, and the last time he came was exactly the day he disappeared. At that time, it was the midsummer season with scorching sun, but now, it is winter with cold wind and bleak wind.

The sky is gray, the weeping willows on the river bank are bare, and the lake water is dark gray.

Ye Mian walked on the bluestone road, facing the biting cold wind, walking forward, full of loneliness.

The cold wind was blowing on his face, the man covered his mouth, lowered his head and coughed lightly, when he raised his head, he saw that she had come to the end of the road.

where they first met.

Qiao Zhanbei stared at her lonely figure from a long distance away, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, and his heart beat out of rhythm.

Is she here looking for him?

The man clenched his hands tightly, restraining the urge to step forward.

As Ye Mian walked, she always felt that there were a pair of eyes behind her, staring at her all the time.

Her heart throbbed inexplicably, and she suddenly looked back——

There was no one else on the long bluestone road except her.

In such a cold day, there are no tourists.

There are only a few quilts drying on the clothesline by the roadside.

She turned her head, the corners of her mouth sneered, she thought it was Qiao Zhanbei who was following her just now.

Ye Mian's throat was blocked, and warm liquid flowed from the corners of his eyes to his mouth, salty and astringent, it was tears.

Long lost tears.

She couldn't remember how long she hadn't shed tears for him.

She walked towards the path leading to the old house when she was a child, turned around and walked forward, and returned to the end of the bluestone road, vaguely expecting him to appear suddenly.

Ye Mian stood at the intersection, turned her face inadvertently, an unforgettable side face flashed away from her eyes...