Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Thinking about the last two months of Qiao Zhanbei's life, Ye Mian felt as if someone grabbed her whole heart, pulled and tore it hard, trying to take it out.

It was excruciatingly painful, but also extremely reconciled.

She has loved him for so many years, to the bone, he is her life partner, her relative, their daughter is not yet two years old, how can he die?

Ye Mian's hands were tightly clutching the quilt, her teeth were clenched tightly, just as she closed her eyes, tears flowed down her jaw, some poured into her neck, it was icy cold.

She thought it was just a nightmare, and when she opened her eyes again, he patiently patted her on the back and comforted her gently: "Hey, I'm fine, I won't die, I'm dead, what do you do? I'll never die will leave you behind."

The room was quiet, Ye Mian slowly opened his eyes, Qiao Zhanbei's voice came from above his head.

"Mianmian, I don't know how to comfort you. I originally wanted to hide from you and come back after I died, but I was afraid that that would make you even more sad and unwilling..."

The man tried his best to bear the great sadness, his voice was hoarse.

Listening to his words, Ye Mian's heart felt as if a blunt object hit her hard, she was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe, it wasn't a nightmare, he didn't comfort her, he was telling her the cruel truth.

She also realized belatedly, why he suddenly set the ringtone for the video and chose such a song as he is a cold CEO.

Thinking of this, she choked up again, hugged his body tightly with her arms, rubbed her cheek against his chest, and said sobbingly, "Is there really no cure? I If you don't want to die, there must be another way, Qiao Zhanbei, you can't leave me behind."

After the words fell, she hugged him even tighter, and the fresh and advanced woody fragrance of his body was in her breath.

His chest was still feeling, she was lying on his heart, heavy, he had been flustered for a month, finally he was not so flustered, but it hurt even more, double the pain.

I can't bear to leave her pain behind, and feel pain for her pain.

Qiao Zhanbei took a deep breath and tried his best to stabilize his emotions, "The world's most advanced laboratory can't develop an antidote in such a short period of time, surgery can't intervene, even if amputation is too late... Mianmian, I know You don't want me to say the word 'sorry' to you now, but I can only...sorry."

The boundless sense of guilt swallowed him.

The man closed his eyes, two lines of tears flowed down from the inner corners of his eyes uncontrollably, the night helped him to cover up his fragility.

She really didn't want to hear the words "I'm sorry", she wanted him to live!

She didn't say this, he also wanted to live, and he couldn't bear to leave her, grandparents, Qiao Qiao, Nuan Nuan, all relatives, and Qiao's...

He must have tried his best.

Ye Mian got up, went to the bathroom in the dark, turned on the light, and turned on the faucet. She lay down on the sink, took a handful of cold water, and poured it on her face to calm herself down.

Just now, she only cared about her own feelings, lost control of her emotional breakdown, and ignored his feelings.

Right now, the saddest person is himself.

Not only did he have to endure the helpless collapse of life countdown, the pain of paralysis, and the helplessness of abandoning his lover and relatives, he also felt sorry for her and grandparents, and the children were about to lose him.

He is so difficult.

Ye Mian was weak all over, her body backed away slowly, and stuck to the cold white tile wall, thinking of the pain Qiao Zhanbei was suffering at this time, her throat choked, and her slightly controlled emotions collapsed again.

In the mirror, the woman's face was covered with water stains, and her facial features were squeezed together due to pain. She covered her mouth, slid down the wall with her back, squatted at the base of the wall, and cried bitterly.

She couldn't empathize with him, but just thinking about his feelings for a moment made her feel extremely sad.

Now he is so desperate.

Such a strong and confident person, who grew up to be an outstanding and decisive business executive, now can't even control his own body. He is less than 30 years old today, and he will face the tragic death of an untimely death In the end, he couldn't even fulfill the promise he made to his lover and children.

Qiao Zhanbei...

Ye Mian recited his name silently in her heart, and her mind was full of the incomparable and confident appearance of him when he was intact.

The more she thought about it, the more it hurt, and her heart ached for him.

I don't know how much time passed, Qiao Zhan turned his head to the north, looked at the quietly lit bathroom, thinking of her sad appearance, he regretted coming back early.

There are still two months to go, and she has to watch his life disappear little by little.

Qiao Zhanbei, what kind of man are you?

He hated himself in his heart.

The light in the room suddenly turned on, and he immediately closed his eyes, feeling that she was walking towards this side.

With the help of the light, Ye Mian's red and swollen eyes stared at him for a moment, and as she got closer, she saw the dry tears on his face.

She had a sore nose, looked up, and forced back the tears.

Ye Mian took a deep breath secretly, to stabilize her emotions, she sat down on the edge of the bed, and touched his cold, handsome cheek with her white bare hands, the dark circles under his eyes were heavy.

She bent down and kissed his lips lightly, like a feather, caressing gently.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart skipped a beat.

He opened his eyes and met her smiling face.

"Brother Qiao, thank you for not avoiding me all the time. Thank you, you understand me very well now. For me, you endured your own pain, came back to face me, and shared weal and woe with me." She gently stroked his face, said with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, hot tears fell from the end of her eyes. She sniffed and wiped away the tears.

"If you don't come back, I will hate you to death and regret it for the rest of my life." She trembled, her tone full of coquettishness.

Qiao Zhanbei, who regretted coming back just now, felt a lot better after hearing what she said, and felt sorry for her even more. He had to take care of his feelings at this time.

He swallowed his chaotic throat, and smiled, "Ye Mian, I'm not as great as you said."

He looked away, and said again: "A month ago, I suddenly said that I was going on a business trip, and I was ill. At that time, I couldn't move one arm. I deliberately hid it from you, sent you away, and ran abroad."

"When I found out that I was about to die, I just wanted to hide it from you and push you away. Later, you and Qiao Qiao flew to find me. I saw that the fire could not be contained, so I came back on my own initiative."

Qiao Zhanbei said this on purpose, to make Ye Mian angry at him, and not to feel bad for him.

Who knows, but she said: "If you really want to push me away, you can find ways to keep avoiding me. Brother Qiao, we have gone through so much, and I understand you. I can understand that you hid it from me when you first got sick. Come back All right, let me accompany you."

Hearing this, Qiao Zhanbei was at a loss for words, and his Adam's apple rolled.

"How does your body feel now? Does it hurt? Can you still sit up?" She looked at him carefully from head to toe, holding his cold and unconscious hand with both hands, and asked with concern.

A month ago, he was a wheelchair owner, but now, not only is he paralyzed at a high position, he is also dying.

At this moment, she still feels like having a nightmare.

However, in front of him, she couldn't break down anymore.