Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Qiao Zhanbei listened carefully for a while, and confirmed that the "Sister Mian" Song Qiao was talking about was Ye Mian.

A warm current surged in his heart, and in an instant, the expression in the man's eyes gradually dimmed.

What else is she here for?

He moved the wheelchair to the railing on the second floor, hidden behind the Roman column, and looked down at the first floor.

In the hall as bright as day, the woman was wearing a crimson suspender skirt and a long white fur coat. Half of the collar of the coat slipped down to her shoulders, revealing her sexy shoulders.

She has long curly hair, this enchanting and charming woman is Ye Mian.

She stepped on beige boots and stumbled when she walked. At this moment, a young man stepped forward and held her waist from behind her, and their bodies were pressed together.

He lowered his head, looked at Ye Mian on his chest, and said in a frivolous tone, "Miren Ye, be careful."

Watching this scene, Qiao Zhanbei's Adam's apple rolled, and his hands unconsciously clenched the armrests of the wheelchair.

"Brother Qin, let's drink again, if you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home!" Ye Mian raised her right hand, shaking it in the air, dancing on a disco, her drunken voice rang out in the huge living room.

"Sister Mian, it's getting late, you should rest!" Song Qiao took Ye Mian from Qin Chuan's arms, and helped her walk to the sofa.

Qin Chuan pursed his lips, looking at Ye Mian's figure like a prey.

After Song Qiao put Ye Mian down, she looked at Qin Chuan, who was full of flair, and said loudly, "Young Master Qin, thank you, it's getting late, we girls should rest."

The middle-aged butler of the villa came in from the back door, walked up to Qin Chuan, and saw off the guests politely.

Qin Chuan managed to move away from Ye Mian's glued eyes. After saying goodbye to them, he left the villa.

"Young Master Qin, don't leave, let's continue..." Ye Mian leaned on the sofa, looked at the door, and closed her eyes as she talked, seemingly falling asleep.

Qiao Zhanbei came out of the elevator. The man had a cold face without wearing a mask. He looked at Song Qiao seriously with doubts written on his face.

"Brother Qiao, I met Sister Mian at the nightclub tonight. She had a great time drinking and drinking with the prodigal son of the Qin family, who is famous in your capital. Later, she got so drunk that she was almost picked up by that young master Qin. Thanks to me Bring her back first!" Song Qiao said vividly to Qiao Zhanbei.

On the luxurious heavy-duty European-style sofa, Ye Mian sat leaning on the sofa, the shoulders of the fur coat fell down to the upper arms, revealing the snow-white fragrant shoulders and the thin crimson suspenders. On the neck, there was a Bulgari red fan-shaped necklace, exuding Pearlescent.

She closed her eyes, her eyebrows curled up, her cheeks were flushed, and strands of curly hair stuck to her face.

Full of smoke and alcohol.

She went to the nightclub tonight, dressed up coquettishly and sexy, drinking and dancing with other men...

Qiao Zhanbei squinted his deep eyes slightly, his eyes fixed on the person on the sofa without blinking, his mind was full of the image of her being hugged by that man just now, imagining the image of her being coveted by all the men when she was dancing.

The man clenched his molars tightly, trying his best to suppress the strong sourness.

She did what she said, and she really went to find another man.

Although Ye Mian closed her eyes, she clearly felt the terrifying hostility emanating from Qiao Zhanbei's body. Is he sore?

"Hmm...Young Master Qin, you're playing tricks..." She turned her head, and I muttered in a coquettish tone.

Listening to her delicate voice, Qiao Zhanbei's face was ashen, and his chest heaved greatly.

Just as he was about to step forward, he realized that his legs could not move. He lowered his head and looked at his legs, which were getting thinner and thinner due to long-term inactivity, and his heart twisted.

Qiao Zhanbei turned the wheelchair and drove towards the elevator.

Song Qiao looked at his back and raised her voice to ask, "Brother Qiao, what should Sister Mian do?"

Qiao Zhanbei turned his back to them, and said in an extremely cold tone, "You brought the person back, you handle it yourself."

As soon as he entered the elevator, Ye Mian on the sofa slowly opened his eyes, looked at the closed elevator door, and gritted his teeth.

He was obviously angry and jealous just now, she could feel it.

However, he still couldn't overcome his inferiority complex and walked towards her.

"Sister Mian, you can sleep in the room next to Brother Qiao's bedroom tonight. Come and catch him." Song Qiao noticed that Qiao Zhanbei walked past the railing on the second floor to Ye Mian's side, and whispered road.

Ye Mian smiled, "Qiaoqiao, thank you tonight."

She didn't meet Song Qiao by chance tonight, and she deliberately pulled her to act together.

Back in the room, Qiao Zhanbei just lay down on the bed, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of Ye Mian dressed like a fairy.

I haven't seen her for ten days. He is occupied with work every day. When he gets busy, he doesn't think about her much.

The first time I saw her, it was like a drug addiction attack. The longing for her buried deep in my heart was like algae crazily surging up, entangled him.

"Sister Mian, you can sleep in this room tonight." Song Qiao's voice came from outside.

"it is good……"

In the dead of night, he heard her voice and his own thundering heartbeat.

She lives in the next room tonight.

Qiao Zhanbei lay flat on the big bed, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully to the movement in the next room, but the sound insulation was so good that he couldn't hear anything.

He was so restless that he got up with his hands on the bed, and found a pack of cigarettes in the drawer of the bedside table.

The man tore open the cigarette case roughly, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, quickly lit it, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the urge to find her.

After calming down, he took out a bottle of sleeping pills from the drawer, swallowed two tablets dry, and lay down.

If you fall asleep, you won't want to look for her.

Ye Mian waited until dawn, but Qiao Zhanbei didn't come to look for her.

She got up, left the room, went to the next door, and turned the doorknob. Sure enough, the door was locked by him from the inside, and she couldn't get in.

A sense of loss welled up, Ye Mian leaned her back against the door of his room, and slowly slid down.

Miss him, miss his embrace, miss his smile, miss everything about him...I miss their family reunion soon.However, she and him are now only separated by a door, but they cannot be together.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Mian took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in her throat.

The next day, the sun was high, and Ye Mian went downstairs while talking on the phone.

"Okay Brother Qin, I happen to have time tonight, see you later!" She hung up the phone and walked to the restaurant.

Song Qiao was eating at the dining table, and Qiao Zhanbei just came out of the kitchen in a wheelchair, with a mask covering his face.

When he saw her, he nodded politely, indifferent and alienated.

Ye Mian only glanced at him lightly, then looked away, as if she didn't want to pay attention to him.

Qiao Zhanbei lowered his eyes and moved the wheelchair to the dining table.

As soon as she took her seat, Song Qiao looked at her worriedly, "Sister Mian, that Young Master Qin is the king of night games that everyone outside the city knows, you won't lose money if you play with him?"

Ye Mian was still wearing the clothes from last night, she took a sip of water, her expression was indifferent, "It's okay, the gun king, just throw it away when you're done playing, it's not like I can't afford it."

"Ahem——" As soon as she said this, Qiao Zhanbei, who was diagonally opposite the long dining table, suddenly coughed.