Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Qiao Zhanbei woke up like a dream.

The current him wished to make her hate him and be abandoned by her.

She'd better never let him live or die.

But she is outside the door now.

The door of the room was locked by him, and she couldn't get in. He controlled the wheelchair and walked freely to the back of the door in the dark.

"Ye Mian, we have nothing to talk about, I don't want to see you." He said indifferently through the door.

Calling it indifference is also an instinctive self-defense.

In Qiao Zhanbei's heart at this moment, there was a thick shell of indifference, in which his fragile and sensitive self-esteem was hidden.

Hearing his words, Ye Mian was not surprised.

She knocked on the door lightly, and said loudly: "Qiao Zhanbei, I didn't come to you to fall in love with you. You said you broke up last time, and I respect you. I'm looking for you now because of business. "

Standing at the door of the room, through the door, she could feel the dark and oppressive atmosphere in the room, smelling a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol.

Before he disappeared, he was bumped into by her because he was drinking secretly behind her back, and the appearance of kneeling on the keyboard without saying a word was still as clear as ever.

Now, how much she wishes he could be like before.

So, she agreed to break up?

Qiao Zhanbei's heart twitched, and he let out a long breath of relief in an instant, feeling relieved.

When he is with her, he just feels that he is not good enough for her and drags her down. He doesn't even have the courage to face her, and he will feel pressure when facing her, so it's better to let go.

"Ye Mian, I don't want to talk about business matters, Qiao's has nothing to do with me now." He said in a deep voice through the door.

Now, what he sees and feels is only his physical disability, psychological inferiority and numbness, and he doesn't care about everything else.

The former workaholic, now he doesn't even want the country he worked so hard to build, Ye Mian smiled wryly.

"Qiao Zhanbei, I went to Sweden a few years ago. Mrs. Daman asked me to embroider a double-sided embroidery picture for her and her lover. This picture requires a lot of work. I don't have so much energy to take care of Qiao's. You know, Su embroidery is the lifelong career I want to do."

Through the door panel, she said again.

Qiao Zhanbei was still unmoved, "Give it to whoever you want."

"Can I rest assured that I will hand it over to someone else? Qiao Zhanbei, when you disappeared for more than a month, many banks refused to continue lending to Qiao's. I still owe my uncle Jin Huaian 500 billion, and Taihe Bank 300 billion! During that time, in order to attract clients, I put all my property into it, and even sold the villa and apartment. If you don’t want us, mother and daughter, to sleep on the street in the future, you don’t have to! Anyway, for my career, Joe I don't care anymore!" Ye Mian slapped the door heavily and said loudly.

Her tone was heavy.

Qiao Zhanbei frowned inside the door. If he didn't care about the company, he would drag her down.

He raised his voice and said, "I won't go back to Qiao's to work now, and you will ask Ancheng to connect with me later."

He still refused to open the door to see her.

Would rather secretly look at her picture than face her.

Ye Mian knocked on the door again, "You know Ancheng's level of professionalism in business. He didn't participate in many projects and couldn't explain clearly. I brought a lot of documents and I will leave after I explain to you clearly."

Hearing this, Qiao Zhanbei clenched his fists. After thinking for a moment, he put on his mask, took a deep breath secretly, and did enough mental training before turning the doorknob and opening the door.

A strong smell of tobacco and alcohol came to my face.

Ye Mian frowned, seeing him coming out of the room in a wheelchair, her heart couldn't help but start throbbing.

Even though he was in a wheelchair, decadent and carefree, her heart still moved for him.

Qiao Zhanbei didn't raise his eyes, his eyes fell on the ground, and he said lightly, "Let's go to the study and talk."

After the words fell, he left first.

Ye Mian was carrying a briefcase, looking at his back, he was no longer tall and straight, he was sitting in a wheelchair, feeling distressed and desolate.

She wanted to hug him, comfort him, tell him she loved him no matter what he had become.

But he would rather lick his wound alone than face her.

Feeling her gaze stabbing, Qiao Zhanbei gritted his teeth tightly, turned the wheelchair, and quickly flashed into the study.

Ye Mian quickly followed him into the study.

He was sitting behind the desk, and she was sitting across from him, introducing each document to him.

Qiao Zhanbei gradually focused on his work, forgetting about her gaze, ignoring her inner feelings, listening to her introduction, and quickly remembering it in her mind.

Ye Mian was also very attentive, he didn't care about his lover, what he said was business.

Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of him frowning slightly, his expression focused and serious, and he felt like the former workaholic Qiao Zhanbei had returned.

However, he was wearing a mask.

"The above projects are being followed up steadily. These are not yet fully completed. You should think of a way. It's getting late today, and I'll come back tomorrow." Ye Mian closed the file, raised her wrist and looked at her watch , said to him.

Qiao Zhanbei gave a faint "hmm" and continued to look at the file.

The afternoon sun slanted in from the west window, just falling on him.

The man was sitting at the desk, flipping through the inside pages of the document with his slender fingers. Above the mask, his deep black eyes were focused and charming.

His eyelashes, one by one, are black and distinct.

The real Qiao Zhanbei was right in front of her eyes.

Qiao Zhanbei closed the document, and the moment he raised his eyes, he met her eyes.

In the warm sun, she was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, a low ponytail, and slender chain earrings on her earlobes. She had grand eyebrows and a gentle and charming appearance.

His heart was beating wildly, and he forgot about his disability for a moment.

Ye Mian got up, walked around the desk, and came to his side. She frowned, let out a "hiss", and fell towards him.

Qiao Zhanbei instinctively turned the wheelchair and caught her.

"What's wrong with you?" The man asked nervously, his Adam's apple rolling.

Ye Mian sat on his lap, his arms wrapped around her waist, his breath wrapped her around her, this embrace was long gone.

His subconscious still cared about her, cared about her, and loved her.

"Sitting for too long, my legs are cramping." She frowned, looking sad, and kept gasping.

Hearing this, his hand was about to touch her leg, and when he saw the wheelchair, he woke up again like a dream.

He looked away indifferently.

"Hiss...I don't dare to move now, it's too uncomfortable, please let me take it easy, okay?" Ye Mian noticed his avoidance and indifference, and asked softly, her tone was coquettish.

Qiao Zhanbei didn't speak, but looked elsewhere, with a look of "you are free".

Ye Mian sat in his arms, her cheek gently leaning against his heart, like a cat cautiously approaching a wolfhound that was on guard because of injury.

Nestled against his heart, listening to his powerful heartbeat, the corners of her mouth slowly raised, her heart was sweet and sour.

If she wants to be intimate with him now, she has to act.