Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

The man's iron arms tightly wrapped around her back, and pressed her into his arms, so tight that it was hard to breathe, as if he wanted to embed her into his flesh and blood.

With him here, she has nothing to fear.

She closed her eyes reassuringly, listening to his heartbeat, and when she thought of something, she broke away from him a little.

"You know I'm remarried, and you still go to snatch me? Before you fell into a coma, you told me to find someone better and wish me happiness." Ye Mian's tone was slightly joking.

Thinking of what he said before he "died", she still felt very sad.

She really didn't expect last night that he would directly lead someone to rob her.

Ye Mian was waiting for his answer, the man's warm thin lips pressed against hers with a strong hormonal breath, and then, like a storm, swept her lips and tongue.

When she felt that she was about to drown in his violent kiss, he let go of her lips, and kissed her forehead, eyebrows, and eyes...

The tender and delicate kiss was like drizzle, warm and wet, her heart was pounding, and her whole body melted into his kiss.

After the kiss was over, Qiao Zhanbei buried his head in her neck, his hot breath sprayed on her skin, Ye Mian closed his eyes, carefully feeling his breath.

He said in a hoarse voice: "I said that because I thought I was going to die, but as long as I live, I won't see you with others. Even if you do remarry, I won't let you go."

What's more, he knew she was forced.

Listening to his domineering words, Ye Mian felt warm in her heart, and she also loved him so much for not giving up on her.

Qiao Zhanbei sucked the breath on her skin, closed his eyes, felt his and her heartbeat, and cherished every minute and every second with her.

After a while, Ye Mian sat up and looked at the unfamiliar room full of Republic of China style. The camphor trees outside the window were lush and lush, and a gust of wind blew in, bringing a faint and quiet woody fragrance.

She got out of bed, barefoot, and went to the window.

"Brother Qiao, is this your other business in Sioux City?" She looked at the shirtless man sitting on the big wooden bed, and asked aloud.

Although he has been in a coma for three months, his muscles don't seem to have atrophied, he is strong and sexy.

Qiao Zhanbei put on his nightgown and got out of bed, walked behind her, and hugged her, "You didn't even look at the property and real estate I transferred to your name?"

After saying that, he lifted her vigorously, letting her bare feet step on the top of his slippers.

Ye Mian rested her head on his shoulder, "No, I don't have the leisure to see what property you have left for me."

At that time, seeing him lying in the ICU and dying at any time, she would rather die than live.

"This is the old Republic of China villa I bought here after our divorce. When I miss you, I come here to stay for a few days. I hope to meet you, but in the end, I can't find it no matter how hard I look for it." He said lightly.

Ye Mian understood, turned her face and rubbed against his chest to comfort him.

"It happened 800 years ago, and it's over. You had a high fever of nearly [-] degrees last night, go to sleep for a while, and I'll make you breakfast." He thoughtfully, and carried her back to the bed.

"Aren't there any servants here? Do you want to cook yourself?"

Qiao Zhanbei stood on the edge of the bed, looking down at her, with a smile on his lips, and said firmly, "I want to cook for you myself."

He moved his flexible hands.

Ye Mian understood, her eyes turned hot, "I'm not sleepy at all, I'll go with you."

When Qiao Zhanbei was completely paralyzed, when he watched her cook and feed himself, he longed for himself to be healthy, cook for her, and feed her.

At that time, it was just an extravagant hope, and it never occurred to him that one day, he would be able to live again.

It was raining again outside, the window was open in the old-fashioned kitchen, and outside the window, there were crystal clear drops of water rolling on the emerald green banana leaves.

The casserole was steaming, and the aroma of rice filled the kitchen.

Qiao Zhanbei, who was wearing a white shirt, stood by the stove, covered the lid of the casserole with a rag, opened it, and stirred the pot gently with a copper spoon in his right hand.

Like a koala, Ye Mian hugged him tightly from behind.

"Hey, the kitchen is too hot, you go to the living room and wait for me first, dinner will be ready soon." The man turned his head and persuaded her softly behind him.

"No, I'm not too hot." She said coquettishly, and her arms hugged him even tighter.

Not to mention a moment, even a second, she was unwilling to be separated from him again.

She buried herself in his back again, sucking his breath carefully, and the happy smile on the corner of her mouth became bigger and bigger.

Qiao Zhanbei smiled, and he lifted the lid of another frying pan. Just as he opened it, a smell of meat wafted over. Ye Mian poked his head out and stared greedily at the steaming pan.

The pan-fried buns make a "squeaky" sound, and each bun is sprinkled with black sesame and chopped green onion, which looks very craving.

Qiao Zhanbei took the chopsticks, took one out, put it in the window to cool for a while, and handed it to her mouth, "Taste to see if it's done."

I know she is hungry.

Ye Mian was stunned for a moment, and the corners of her lips rose in an instant. She opened her mouth and bit it. It was soft but with a crispy texture. The burnt aroma of the dough mixed with the rich meaty aroma spread between her lips and teeth.

She nodded and said while eating, "It's done."

It was the same when I was a child, she ate while my grandma cooked.

The two had just finished breakfast when Xu Mobai brought Xiao Nuannuan to find him.

Seeing the long-lost Xiao Nuannuan, Qiao Zhanbei hugged her and lifted her up high, and turned around several times, making the little man sweetly yell "Daddy, Daddy" and laugh loudly .

Xu Mobai and Ye Mian stood aside and watched.

Seeing the happy and bright smile on Ye Mian's face again, recalling Qiao Zhanbei's persistence when Qiao Zhanbei disappeared, and everything she gave for him after he fell into a coma, Xu Mobai smiled inwardly.

No matter how good she is, it is impossible for her to belong to him.

He sincerely wished her and Qiao Zhanbei happiness and a happy life together.

"That Jiang Lin, did you send someone to arrest him?" Xu Mobai pushed the mirror frame and asked.

Ye Mian shook her head, "I just received a call, not yet. Brother Mobai, we plan to go back to the capital first, and we will leave today."

Xu Mobai nodded, "Remember to invite me to your wedding banquet."

Qiao Zhanbei walked over, with a smile on his lips, looked at Xu Mobai, and said in a deep voice, "Of course."

Back in the capital, the two lived in their former home. Except for Xiao Qiaoqiao, they didn't see anyone, and their relatives and friends didn't bother them.

There is a smooth concrete floor in the backyard of the villa.

Qiao Zhanbei took Qiao Qiao and roller skating equipment to the backyard.He squatted down and helped his daughter carefully put on the protective helmet, knee pads, and elbow pads, and then helped her put on roller skates.

His little princess is very handsome.

The little figure on the roller skates is jumping up and down, but she is about to fall as soon as she lets go of her father.

Qiao Zhanbei was wearing roller skates, squatting down, holding Qiao Qiao's little hand with both hands, "Dad will show you first."

While talking, he slid backwards on roller skates, and little Qiaoqiao slid forward with him. A wisp of warm wind blew on her cheeks, and the little girl smiled happily.

"Have fun."

When Ye Mian found them, little Qiaoqiao could already skate. Father and daughter, one big and one small, were holding hands on the concrete floor, having a great time playing.

She couldn't help but think of the scene where he took her to skate in the back lake of the military compound before, holding her hand and playing with her like this.

Under the setting sun, the man was wearing jeans, a white T-shirt, and a very short cut. He was heroic and masculine. At this moment, little Qiaoqiao's calf tilted and he fell to the ground.

Ye Mian took a deep breath, and saw Qiao Zhanbei grab the little man, "Don't be afraid, Dad is here, and I won't let you fall."

Little Qiaoqiao said loudly, "I'm not afraid."

Seeing this warm scene, Ye Mian's eyes were red, she took out her mobile phone and recorded the interaction between father and daughter.

He is such a good father, Jojo is so happy.

Unlike when she was a child, she had no father and never experienced fatherly love.

After a while, two people, one big and one small, slid towards her. Qiao Zhanbei came up to her, pulled her into his arms, bent over her ear, and whispered softly: "After pampering the little ones, pet the big ones at night." .”

The tips of Ye Mian's ears felt hot, red enough to bleed.

In the evening, little Qiaoqiao was taken to the compound, and there were only the two of them left in the villa.Qiao Zhanbei cooks, frying steak, cooking mushroom soup, and opening a bottle of vintage red wine.

He remembered that after he was completely paralyzed, on the day he returned to China, she excitedly wanted to have a romantic candlelight dinner with him, but in the end, she was greatly saddened.

In the dining room, the two raised their wine glasses through the candlelight, celebrating this hard-won, surviving life after the catastrophe.

Putting it to death and then living, Qiao Zhanbei looked at the opposite side, the person who had gone through ups and downs with him, life and death, for the rest of his life, he didn't seek fame or fortune, he just wanted to accompany her through three meals and four seasons, the world of fireworks.

Just like in a dream, she had a candlelight dinner with the intact Qiao Zhanbei.

In the candlelight, he moved gracefully, slowly slicing the steak. On the ring finger of his left hand, he wore a silver wedding ring, and his whole body exuded a faint halo, so beautiful that it was a little unreal.

Ye Mian put down the red wine glass, stood up while supporting the table, and walked behind him.

She lay on his back, hugged him, felt his body temperature and breath, and felt relieved, "Well, really."

Qiao Zhanbei was stunned for a moment before he understood what she meant.

The man's heart tightened, they had experienced too many twists and turns, and the journey was too bumpy, so that now that he was alive and healthy, she often felt that he was dreaming.

Waking up every morning, as long as he was not there, she would look for him everywhere in a panic.

He turned around, pulled her into his arms, held her cheek in his hands, kissed her on the lips, and comforted her, "Be good, it's true, and I promise to live a long life in the future."

Ye Mian fell into his arms, touched his high nose bridge with her fingers, and turned her eyes, "Now it feels unreal again."

"Well……"

Qiao Zhanbei kissed her hard, until she couldn't breathe, and then let go of her, "Is this real?"

She looked at him with misty eyes, and shook her head slightly, "No."

The mature and charming little woman stared at him directly, as if there were two hooks hooking his soul.

The man rolled his Adam's apple, without saying a word, he picked her up and walked towards the stairs.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he pressed her against the door panel and raised his hands so that she could experience the "real" him.

……

On the messy big bed, Ye Mian grasped the sheets weakly with both hands, shaking her head, "Well, no more... my husband..."

"Hey, is it true?" The man pecked her, and asked in a deep and magnetic voice, his lips were red and swollen from his kiss.

Real, so real.

She was almost torn apart by him!

She shouldn't have teased him on purpose tonight, Ye Mian regretted it now, she wanted to cry, but she opened her teary eyes, looking pitifully at the man hanging above her body.

"Good husband, no more, please..."

The more she called him "husband", the more she acted like a baby to him, the more Qiao Zhanbei couldn't control himself, he tried his best to be patient, controlled his strength, and tried his best to be as gentle as possible, letting her taste the sweetness.

Ambiguity endlessly.

Not long after Ye Mian woke up the next day, she received a call from Jiang Xun. He had already returned to the capital, brought back the paintings they had embroidered, and asked her when she would go back to work.

She and Qiao Zhanbei stayed together for almost half a month without leaving home, and she completely forgot about her work.

The same is true for Qiao Zhanbei. Today's Qiao's has the president he hired before he passed out to manage the daily affairs, and now he has nothing to do.

Ye Mian sighed lazily, "I'm going to work these two days, by the way, Xiao Xun, do you know Jiang Lin's whereabouts?"

It is said that Jiang Lin's underground laboratory will release poisonous gas, and outsiders cannot enter. Qiao Zhanbei has already asked his captors to withdraw.

Jiang Xun's voice came: "Master, brother Lin hasn't contacted me for a long time, and I can't contact him either."

Ye Mian frowned, and gave a thoughtful "hmm".

"Brother Qiao, what are you looking for?"

She sat up and saw Qiao Zhanbei beside the chest of drawers, rummaging through the chest of drawers looking for something.

"I'm looking for materials for remarriage, have you put in the safe?" Qiao Zhanbei looked at her and asked aloud.

Materials for remarriage...

Is he going to remarry her?

She put down her phone, so excited that she forgot she was still talking to Jiang Xun, and hurriedly got out of bed.

"You want to remarry me?" She walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and asked with a smile on her face.

"Yes!" Qiao Zhanbei held her pretty face in both hands and said in a deep voice.

After all, I gave her a lingering good morning kiss.

As soon as she let go, she said in an urgent tone: "The remarriage materials are all in the safe. I'll go change my clothes. Quickly ask someone to queue up at the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a number. Today is a good day, there must be many people."

Ye Mian hurried to the cloakroom, Qiao Zhanbei looked at her back and pulled the corners of her lips.

He quickly went to get the remarriage materials, Ye Mian changed into a white dress, her long hair was loose, revealing her facial features, suitable for taking ID photos.

The two had breakfast and went out in good looks. Before they left the yard, they saw a boy in a white shirt and jeans, with long legs, coming in from the gate.

It was Jiang Xun.

He was sweating profusely, as if he ran all the way here, looking very anxious.

"Xiao Xun, why did you find me? What happened?" Ye Mian took two steps forward, concerned.

Jiang Xun stopped, looked at her, and asked out of breath, "Master, are you and Master going to remarry today?"

Ye Mian took out a tissue from her bag, took one and handed it to him to wipe his sweat, while raising her brows, "Yeah, how did you know?"

"I heard you didn't hang up the phone before." Jiang Xun frowned, with a sad expression on his face, "Master, you and your master cannot remarry."