Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

In the bedroom, Qiao Zhanbei sat in an ergonomic wheelchair specially customized for him, with a seat belt on his waist. He was wearing dark blue home clothes, which made his skin look colder and whiter.

His face was as handsome as before, three-dimensional as carved, but slightly pale and haggard.

Ye Mian came out of the cloakroom, glanced at him inadvertently, and her heart throbbed uncontrollably.

No matter what he turned into, she was still as moved by him as when she first met him.She pursed her lips and smiled slightly. Under the light, he looked broken and beautiful.

She came up to him and put the blanket over his lap.

He is a fastidious person, he doesn't want to eat in bed, so he asked the nurse to lift him out of bed and put him in the wheelchair.

But he eats very deliciously, she feeds him a mouthful, and he eats a mouthful.

"How does it taste? It's the first time I've made fried noodles, and Auntie Wu taught me how to do it step by step." Ye Mian pulled out a disinfectant wipe to help him wipe off the sauce from the corner of his mouth.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at the bowl in her hand, still unsatisfied, nodded and said, "It's even better than Aunt Wu's."

"Really?" Ye Mian raised her voice and asked in a tone of disbelief.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at her with an expression of "Why am I lying to you?"

Seeing him eating the noodles with fried sauce that he made with relish one bite after another, she was very relieved and her mood improved a lot.

Ye Mian went back to the kitchen and mixed the remaining half bowl of noodles for herself. Sitting alone in the huge dining room of the villa, she picked up the noodles and just took a bite when she was so salty that she frowned, a faint bitter feeling spread between her lips and teeth open.

It was salty, and when the sauce was fried, it was overheated and a bit bitter.

Where does it taste better than Aunt Wu's, as he said?

It was obviously quite unpalatable, but he still ate so much, probably to make her happy.

Ye Mian's nose was so moved that her throat was blocked. She picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat noodles, feeling sad because everything tasted the same.

While eating, she pushed away the bowls and chopsticks, lay down on the dining table, collapsed and sobbed again.

She was sad for a while by herself before going upstairs. Qiao Zhanbei had been taken care of by the nurse and lay down. She went to wash up and went back to bed.

The man on the bed sleeps peacefully and peacefully. He must be tired from such a long flight.

She stretched out his arms, and after lying down, she pillowed his arms. Now, she didn't have to worry about paralyzing his arm pillow.She took his other arm and wrapped it around her waist.

She was lying on her side, and his arms were heavy, pressing on her waist, feeling very solid and safe.

Ye Mian raised her leg and pressed it against Qiao Zhanbei's, leaning her whole body against him, her breath smelling of his masculinity, she closed her eyes, and carefully felt the feeling of cuddling up to him at this moment, being embraced by him The happiness of "holding".

Don't think about tomorrow, don't think he will die, just live in the present.

She soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the past two days, people came and went from the villa. After learning that Qiao Zhanbei was terminally ill, the Qiao family was in chaos, and the relatives were hit hard.

The old lady Qiao, who is not in good health, couldn't believe that her eldest grandson who fell off a cliff and escaped from death was about to die. She went to Qiao Zhanbei and Ye Mian's small house in person, and saw her eldest grandson's current body. When the situation happened, she fainted immediately.

After some rescue, Grandma Qiao was admitted to the ICU.

Tomb-sweeping day, cemetery cemetery.

Ye Mian, dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, placed a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone of Joe's father, Qiao Jinyu, and a bouquet of colorful and elegant flowers in front of the tombstone of Qiao's mother, Tang Wanzhou.

Mother Qiao didn't like things in the underworld, she remembered it.

She knelt on the ground, and after laying out fruits and other tributes, she took out three sticks of incense and lit them.

Behind her, aunt Qiao Jinlan cried and said, "Jinyu, Wanzhou, if you are alive, please open your eyes and bless our family! Our mother is lying in the intensive care unit! Your Zhanbei, Zhan North he is dying..."

"What evil did our family do, oh... Zhanbei is only 29 years old this year!"

Hearing her aunt's cry, two lines of tears slowly flowed down from the back of Ye Mian's sunglasses, she knelt straight, and put her hand on Tang Wanzhou's photo.

She said silently in her heart: Mother Qiao, tell me, what should I do?I don't want him to die.

"Jinhuai, you have great powers, haven't you found a famous doctor to cure Zhanbei's illness?" Qiao Jinlan turned to look at Qiao Jinhuai, and asked in tears.

Qiao Jinhuai took off her sunglasses, and gave her a wink, telling her not to cry in front of Ye Mian, making her even more sad.

"Why are you winking at me? Can't I still care about Zhanbei?"

Ye Mian understood, stood up, and said in a calm tone, "Auntie, the famous doctors and quack doctors who came to our place these days were all hired by my second uncle, and they all said that they were useless."

"Zhanbei..." Hearing this, Qiao Jinlan began to cry again.

Hearing her aunt's cry, Ye Mian's throat choked, but she didn't cry, so she comforted her a few words.

"Ye Mian, Zhanbei's illness...you should prepare for the worst. You couple still have unfulfilled wishes and things you can't do, and you should realize them as soon as possible, without regrets." Qiao Jinhuai called Ye Mian aside , said with a heavy heart.

worst plans.

Ye Mian's throat tightened, suppressing the throbbing pain, and said seriously, "Second Uncle, I understand."

After the worship, several people walked out of the cemetery.

In the parking lot, Ye Mian accidentally saw a familiar car, a Jeep Grand Cherokee, with a license plate ending in "44". It was the car of Teacher Lu, Lu Yu.

She didn't take it seriously, said goodbye to her second uncle and aunt, and got into the car by herself.

In the car, Lu Yu and a lady who was over fifty years old and still charming, saw that Qiao's family had all left, they got out of the car and went to Qiao Jinyu's cemetery.

In the Embroidery Pavilion, the master didn't come to work for another day, Jiang Xun looked at her work station in a daze.

Why does she ask for leave every day?What happened?

The young man's long and narrow peach blossom eyes were full of loneliness.

At this time, the wind chimes on the door curtain rang, and in an instant, the master he was thinking about appeared in his vision.

"Master." Jiang Xun stood up suddenly, and he shouted happily.

A tall and thin boy, wearing an off-white sweater, with a warm and harmless smile on his handsome face, the corners of Ye Mian's lips curled up when he saw him.

"Xiao Xun, I'm here to get something. I can't embroider with you today." She looked at him and said softly.

Jiang Xun's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help asking with concern: "You, what's wrong with you?"

She didn't apply makeup today, her eyes were red and swollen on her plain face, as if she had cried.

He felt his nose suddenly sore.

Ye Mian walked to the display cabinet, took out the embroidery painting, and put it in her bag.

"Your master...Xiao Xun, I can't tell you right now, I have something to do at home recently, so I won't come here anymore, you should embroider your "Guanyin" carefully."

She walked up to Jiang Xun, reached out and patted his arm, encouraging him.

"What happened to Master?" Jiang Xun asked with concern.

"He... Tell you next time, I'm going home in a hurry. Be well, don't worry me." After she finished speaking, she quickly left the workshop.

Just as Ye Mian entered the villa yard, a group of business elites in suits and leather shoes came out of the villa with briefcases. When they saw her, they all nodded, "Boss Ye."

It's Joe's executive.

After she nodded to them, she entered the villa and just opened the door of the study on the third floor.

She saw a man in a wheelchair facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ye Mian took out the painting from her bag and walked towards him.

Hearing the familiar footsteps that belonged to her, the corners of Qiao Zhanbei's lips rose, and at the same time, a sour feeling welled up in his heart.

Ye Mian leaned on his shoulder intimately from behind him, her heart was pounding, "Brother Qiao, I have something for you."