Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Qiao Zhanbei sat slumped in the wheelchair, sharp knives seemed to be hidden in the cold wind, piercing his body, the pain was piercing and painful, and every breath of air was painful.

younger sister.

A self-deprecating smile curled his lips.

When she first came to Qiao's house, she was young, a girl who had just entered puberty.He really protects her as his younger sister. Even if she is chased by other little boys, he only takes care of her because he is afraid of losing her. It is not the possessive desire between men and women.

Now, it's different.

Now, she was the woman he loved deeply, the first and only woman in his life.

He simply couldn't treat her as a younger sister, as a relative.

Qiao Zhanbei looked into the door.

In the living room, she slowly and gracefully trimmed the roots of the bouquet of white roses and inserted them into a cloisonne vase.

White rose, that strange man gave her?

He gritted his teeth secretly, watched her pick up the vase, without looking back at him, and went upstairs chicly.

Grandma was right. She is now an independent and self-reliant woman who loves herself more than anyone else. She has saved him and stimulated him. She has worked hard for him to overcome psychological barriers and stay with her.

Taking into account his own feelings and male self-esteem, he pushed her away time and time again, and now she really wanted to leave.

Qiao Zhanbei froze there, the light from the door lamp shone in his wet eyes, shimmering with tiny bits of light, like tears.

With trembling hands, he reached for his pocket and took out the cigarette case, which was twisted and deformed due to the force.

The man pulled out a cigarette with difficulty, bit it in his mouth, and lit it.

After taking a few breaths, he coughed violently.

After Ye Mian went upstairs, she immediately went to the two children's room, visited them, and covered them with quilts.Thinking of their performance today, she was still moved.

The world of children is much purer than the world of adults. They can accept everything, they will not dislike the poor and love the rich, distinguish between beauty and ugliness, disability and health.

He was healed a lot by the two children today, right?

Ye Mian returned to her room, just after taking off her makeup, she heard a man coughing violently from downstairs, it was him coughing, it seemed that he was still outside.

In such a cold day, his semi-paralyzed body was already weak and his resistance was not good, and... Ye Mian frowned, without any hesitation, she quickly left the room and went downstairs.

When she got downstairs, Qiao Zhanbei had already been sent back to the room by the guards of old Chief Qiao.

"Uncle Sun, did Brother Qiao fall asleep?" Seeing the guards come out of the room, Ye Mian asked with concern.

"Miss Mian, Mr. Qiao seems to have a cold and a fever. I wanted to call a doctor for him, but he refused, and kicked me out with a stinky face." Uncle Sun showed embarrassment, "He has been sitting in the courtyard since eight o'clock. It's blowing in the air, so it's no wonder he doesn't catch a cold."

Hearing Uncle Sun's words, Ye Mian's heart sank, "I'll go and see him first, Uncle Sun, if I need a doctor later, I'll call you."

His lower body was paralyzed, and the blood circulation throughout his body was not smooth. He was prone to other complications due to minor ailments such as headache and fever.

After explaining to Uncle Sun, Ye Mian quickly walked to the door of his room, turned the door handle, pushed the door open and entered.

"Get out." In the dark room with no lights on, the man said coldly.

There was a smell of tobacco, and through the light outside, he could be vaguely seen sitting leaning against the head of the bed, with a little crimson glowing between his fingers, even if he couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could feel the gloomy aura emanating from him.

Ye Mian suppressed her heartache, and pressed the switch on the wall with a "click".

A retro chandelier lights up a dark room.

Qiao Zhanbei frowned unhappily, he looked at the person who was about to lose his temper, but when he saw that it was Ye Mian, he was stunned.

Without saying a word, Ye Mian walked to the bed, forcefully picked the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, snatched the ashtray from his hand, pressed it out, and she threw the cigarette butt into the trash can.

She raised her hand to cover his forehead, the temperature was scalding.

His brain was dizzy, and his body felt chills intermittently. Feeling the coolness of her palm, and the soothing breath of her body filled his nostrils, Qiao Zhanbei's throat tightened.

"Raise your arms." Ye Mian walked to the bed with the thermometer in hand, looked at the man who was standing still on the bed, and said in a deep voice.

Qiao Zhanbei raised his arms obediently.

Ye Mian bent over, reached into his sweater, shirt hem, into his armpits, and stuffed the thermometer in.

"The arms are clamped," she said again.

He clamped obediently.

His lips were dry and white and peeling, the perfect half of his face was flushed, and his cheeks looked badly burned. After a few minutes, she took out the thermometer.

Sure enough, 40 degrees.

Scary temperature.

After becoming a mother, Ye Mian is very sensitive to high fever. Every time her two children have a high fever, she gets nervous, worried about having meningitis or something.

Now, his physical resistance is not as good as that of the two children.

She hurriedly put antipyretic patches on him, and went out to ask Uncle Sun to call the doctor to give him antipyretic injections.There was a military medical clinic in the compound, and the doctor came quickly, gave him an injection, and prescribed antipyretic medicine.

After the doctor left, Ye Mian sat on the head of the bed and fed him medicine.

She just put down the water glass and was about to get up, Qiao Zhanbei hugged her from behind, the man's chin rested on one of her shoulders, and his iron arms tightly wrapped around her waist.

This familiar long-lost posture of being attached to her made Ye Mian's nose sore.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm cold." Qiao Zhanbei whispered, his teeth chattering as he spoke.

Listening to his words, Ye Mian's throat was choked, and it hurt hard, he was burnt out.

The weight of the man's whole body was on her.

"Let go first, I'll help you lie down." She tilted her head, looked back at him, and said softly.

Qiao Zhanbei hugged her even tighter, and muttered a voice from the bottom of his heart: "Don't let go...you are mine, you are my wife, and even if I am a ghost, I will haunt you."

He's still a ghost, he's trying to push her away with all his might.

Ye Mian mocked him in her heart.

She tried to break his hand and break free from him, but he hugged the driftwood like a drowning man, tightly, refusing to let go at all.

"You are my wife, my daughter-in-law, my daughter's mother, fuck his sister..." At this moment, Qiao Zhanbei forgot his physical disability and inferiority complex, and spoke to her from the depths of his soul.

The dog man scolded himself.

Ye Mian knew that this was his true intention, and he was afraid that he would push her away again when he regained his rationality after the fever subsides.

"Okay, okay, I listen to you, let me go first, I'll help you lie down, you can't catch the cold anymore." She turned her face sideways, looked at half of his angel-like sleeping face, and coaxed him softly.

Only then did Qiao Zhanbei let go of her with peace of mind, and Ye Mian called Uncle Sun, and the two of them, one supporting him and the other pulling his legs, managed to get the tall man to lie down.

Ye Mian had just helped him take off his trousers, and before he had time to cover him with the quilt, he grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his body with brute force.