Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

It's okay for him to suffer alone, thinking of her sadness and despair after seeing him dying, Qiao Zhanbei's heart felt like a knife was twisted, facing Ye Mian on the screen, but the corner of his mouth had to twitch lightly Smile lightly.

"Jojo misses me too?" He asked with a faint smile.

Ye Mian turned the phone screen to the other side of the big bed, and the little Qiaoqiao who was sleeping soundly said, "Of course she misses you, I heard that we are going to fly to find you, the little girl is so happy that she can't sleep, when I come back, Just put her to sleep."

On the screen, his little princess, with long hair on her head, was sleeping soundly with her face upturned.When the little man fell asleep, his sleeping face was as sweet as a little angel, completely different from his cold appearance during the day.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at Qiao Qiao who was asleep, and his nose felt sour. He could no longer teach her how to twist the Rubik's Cube, and it was even more impossible to teach her to invest and do business in the future. Watching her grow up as a talented woman, she would take over as Qiao's, his The entire trachea seemed to have been injected with cement, and it was heavy and blocked, making it hard to breathe.

There was moisture in his eyes, he turned away suddenly, gritted his teeth secretly, and suppressed the sadness.

"Brother Qiao, what's the matter with you?" Ye Mian frowned and asked with concern as he looked sad.

In the video, the man is sitting in a wheelchair, his face is sideways, his expression cannot be seen clearly, on his slender and fair neck, the protruding Adam's apple keeps rolling, and his jaw line is tight.

Is enduring sadness.

What's up with him?

Qiao Zhanbei turned to face her, pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly, "I miss my little girl."

The corners of his mouth were raised high, even his black eyes were stained with a smile, and there were tears in his smile.

Ye Mian: "..."

This daughter slave looks like she is about to cry when she thinks about her daughter, really.

"Little girl...do you still have a big girl? Who is it?" She asked with a smile, deliberately giving him a sub-question.

The eldest daughter is of course her.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at her dotingly on the screen. Now she was mature and independent, but he really wanted to treat her like a child and pamper her.

Buy her favorite candied haws and snacks, give her lucky money during the New Year, and set off fireworks with her...

In his mind, there are scenes from the acquaintance with her so far. In the past twelve or three years, he watched her grow from an introverted and sensitive girl to strive for progress and get admitted to the best university in the country, and watched her grow from a timid Assistant, transforming into a vice president who can take care of himself.

She changed from his "sister" to his wife and his lover.Accompany him through ups and downs, ups and downs, and never give up loving him.

Her love and tolerance rescued him from being depressed, avoiding and retreating. He loved her, surpassed the inferiority complex brought about by physical disabilities, and wanted to go on with her.

now……

Qiao Zhanbei looked away again, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing his sad appearance, Ye Mian's heart sank, her brows were frowned, and she asked softly, "Brother Qiao, what's wrong with you?"

There is a vague feeling of unease.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at her and said dotingly, "I miss you, big girl."

Listening to his answer, Ye Mian swept away the uneasy feeling, and said sweetly, "I'll fly over the day after tomorrow."

He has been abroad for a month, and she has missed him for a long time. However, she has been busy with embroidery recently and has no time to go to him. She should accompany him for treatment.

"You don't need to fly here, I plan to go back, this electric shock therapy is useless, I don't plan to waste any more time." Qiao Zhanbei looked at her and said seriously.

Ye Mian frowned, and asked puzzledly, "I've persisted for so long, why didn't I insist on ending the course of treatment?"

Qiao Zhanbei didn't know how to answer her for a while, he didn't receive any treatment at all.

"If you don't want to be treated, don't force it. When will you come back? I'll pick you up at that time." Thinking about it, this treatment must be very painful, and it is really useless. She doesn't force him.

His current state of mind is the same whether he is in a wheelchair or not.

In her heart, it is the same.

If it can't be cured, let it be like this.

Qiao Zhanbei said in a deep voice: "I'll ask my assistant to book the earliest flight back later, and the time is set, and I'll tell you later, it's getting late for you, go to bed earlier."

Ye Mian yawned lazily, "It's almost 11 o'clock, I have to sleep for health..."

"Good night, you hang up first."

"Good night."

After Ye Mian finished the video call, she hugged Xiao Qiaoqiao's warm body exuding the fragrance of milk, and quickly fell asleep.

Over there, as soon as Qiao Zhanbei hung up the phone, his upper body bent down.

"Mr. Qiao!" The assistant stepped forward to help him.

His back can't take it when he sits too long.

"I'm fine, let's all go out." Qiao Zhanbei lowered his head and ordered coldly.

Everyone retreated, and he was the only one left in the study.

Qiao Zhanbei lowered his head and looked at the off-white wool carpet on the ground. The veins on his forehead were raised, and his white teeth were biting his lower lip.

Let her know one day earlier, one more day of pain for her, but one more day of losing him.

By now, he understood what she wanted.

But...he who is about to die, how should he face her?

Blood dripped slowly from his lower lip, and a bright red plum blossom bloomed on the white carpet.

In the evening, the Embroidery Pavilion and workshop.

Jiang Xun stood by the display cabinet, looking at a Suzhou embroidery painting with his clear eyes.

The girl in the painting is wearing a white dress, tied with two ponytails, and a small daisy is pinned above her head. The light at dusk is mixed with light and dark.

In light and shadow, she is as beautiful as a picture scroll.

This is what Master looked like when he was a teenager, right?

The corners of Jiang Xun's lips rose slowly, and his slender fingers turned the frame curiously, only to realize that it was a double-sided embroidery.

On the back of the painting is a tall and thin boy with black hair in white clothes...

He remembers him.

He is the master's husband.

The young man's clear eyes were gradually stained with mist, and a strange feeling tormented him, which was very uncomfortable.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Ye Mian walked in holding a cup of Starbucks cold brew iced coffee while talking on the phone.

Jiang Xun turned around quickly when he heard her voice.

Ye Mian put down her coffee phone and took her windbreaker jacket. She smiled, "Xiao Xun, your master is back. I'm off work right now. You can go home early to rest, or embroider here."

Master, master's husband.

The tip of Jiang Xun's nose was sour, but seeing Ye Mian's open-minded smile, his heart was swept away from the gloom and suddenly became clear.

The young man said seriously: "I embroidered that "Guanyin"."

"So cute." Ye Mian looked at him dotingly like a younger brother, boasting sincerely.

She is so happy to have such a sensible and talented apprentice who is serious and dedicated, a good helper.

When Ye Mian left the work room, the smile on Jiang Xun's mouth hadn't dissipated. After regaining his senses, he quickly sat down in front of the stretcher, ready to work.

The phone call just now was from Ancheng. He said that Qiao Zhanbei had returned to their former home. Ye Mian felt even sweeter. She went to the imported supermarket on the first floor of the shopping mall and picked out the best raw steak. Went to the florist to choose a bouquet of flowers.

I haven't seen him for over a month, and she wants to cook by herself and have a romantic candlelight dinner with him.

In the evening, she drove to the gate of the villa.

The villa was empty, and there was no sign of Aunt Wu. She put down the steak and flowers, and walked up the wooden stairs with the brisk steps of a little girl.

She pushed open the door of the master bedroom and shouted, "Brother Qiao—"

Seeing the person lying on the bed, she quickly fell silent, took off her leather shoes, stepped on the carpet, and walked quietly towards the bed.

After a long flight, more than ten hours, he must be very tired.

The light of dusk came in from the French windows on the west, Qiao Zhanbei opened his eyes, and through the slanting light, he watched her gently walking towards him...