Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

With heavy steps, Ye Mian walked slowly to the door of the study, holding the doorknob, and was about to make up her mind to open the door and go out, but she still couldn't hold back, looking back at the man sitting behind the desk.

In his blurred vision, he was as motionless as a sculpture, cold and solemn, and regarded her as nothing.

She was a different person from when she was petting her before.

Just because of that Tong Yaoyao.

My heart seemed to be cut back and forth by a blunt knife, throbbing and throbbing, and at the same time full of humiliation!

Why can her man be sad and decadent for other women in front of him? !

Ye Mian let go of the doorknob, and quickly ran towards the desk. Her mood was almost hysterical, and she drank with all her strength: "Stop smoking!"

At the same time, he snatched half of the cigarette between his fingers and tightly clenched it in his palm.

There is a burning pain in the palm of my hand, this kind of pain is more enjoyable than cutting flesh with a blunt knife!

The smoke between her fingers was suddenly snatched away, across the table, she clenched her fists, shrugged her shoulders, and stared at herself with tears in her eyes. Stand up and walk around the table to her.

"Mianmian, let go!"

She actually held the half of the cigarette that was still burning in her palm!

The man clasped her right wrist, trying to open her fist with his fingers, but she clenched it even tighter.

"Mianmian!" Qiao Zhanbei shouted anxiously.

Ye Mian looked at him with tears in her eyes, her face full of anger, her eyes resentful, she curled her mouth, big teardrops rolled down one by one like broken pearls, gradually, she sobbed loudly, also Gradually loosen the clenched hands.

Qiao Zhanbei had never seen her so heartbroken. Every drop of her tears fell into his heart like a hot candle.

The man regained consciousness from the excruciating pain, and pushed her hand away. The half of the cigarette had been extinguished, twisted and deformed, exposing the shreds of tobacco, exuding a slight spicy smell.

There was soot sticking to her palm, and she couldn't see if she was burned.

Without a moment's neglect, Qiao Zhanbei clasped her waist, lifted her up vigorously, ran towards the sink by the study window, turned on the faucet, and poured cold water on her palms.

After washing away the soot, her soft palm was burnt red and eye-catching, the size of a button.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart clenched tightly.

"Does it hurt?" He looked at her who was still sobbing silently in his arms, and asked hoarsely.

"Ugh..."

Ye Mian cried aloud, she turned her head and lay under his shoulder, clenched a fist with the other hand, and kept beating his back.

I have never seen her break down so emotionally, crying like a three-year-old child.

He cried so much that his heart softened, and his sullenness towards her disappeared, and he let her beat him.

He held her scalded hand and flushed it with cold water for a few minutes, and it seemed almost done before he picked her up and went back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Ye Mian was sitting on the head of the bed, still sobbing, tears were hanging on half of her face, sticking to her hair, and the gauze was soaked with tears on the injured cheek.

Qiao Zhanbei found burn ointment, sat down on the edge of the bed, and wanted to apply the ointment for her.

Perhaps it was too late to flush, but her palms still had blisters the size of soybean grains.

"No, I have to go to the hospital." He said in a deep voice, and was about to call the driver.

Ye Mian looked at him and shook her head stubbornly.

"Hey, it's all blistering, be good!" he said in a deep voice.

A little bit of big blisters, he still has to go to the hospital, seeing him so nervous about himself, Ye Mian wanted to cry even more, and felt even more aggrieved, she lay down willfully, grabbed the quilt to cover her head, and let herself continue crying.

She had never indulged herself to collapse in front of him before, and she was still in a sober state.

With Ye Mian like this, Qiao Zhanbei was at a loss, and couldn't bear to say harsh words to her.

He could only let her go, instead of going to the hospital, he carefully helped her break the blisters and apply ointment according to the scientific method sent by his doctor friend.Then, he helped her change the gauze on her face. Seeing the scabs were soaked by tears and the edges turned up, he was nervous and sweated all over his forehead.

After treating the wound on her face, Qiao Zhanbei finally breathed a sigh of relief, and she seemed to have calmed down, but she was still sobbing silently, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

Recalling the "ruthless" way she snatched his cigarettes in the study and clutched her hands, he is still shocked now.

"Just, let me smoke and make you so angry? As for what?" He sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, gently brushed the hair on her cheek with his long fingers, and asked in a low voice.

Afraid of making her cry again.

He was also to blame. He was emotional at the time and had a cold attitude towards her.

Ye Mian listened to his words, glared at him resentfully, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and ignored him.

Just as he closed his eyes, tears flowed out again.

Qiao Zhanbei was confused by her appearance. He felt distressed and didn't know how to coax her.

He went to take a shower, washed off the smell of cigarettes she hated, went back to bed and lay down, hugged her from behind, kissed the top of her hair lightly, and said softly: "I am the one who has a bad attitude tonight, I shouldn't be so cold to you, sorry."

Ye Mian pursed her mouth, thinking that he was wronged because Tong Yaoyao was cold to her.

"I promise not to smoke in the future, not to smoke a single one." He sincerely promised again.

She cared so much about him, and even divorced him, with that Gu.

What a grind.

Hearing this, Ye Mian said heartily: Can you promise not to smoke a cigarette or drink a sip of wine for Tong Yaoyao?

After thinking about it for a moment, why should he make such a promise to her?Sooner or later they will be divorced.

"Go to sleep, I am self-willed tonight." She calmed down and said calmly.

"It scared me so much, Mianmian, to tell the truth, I don't understand you a little bit. When I was young, I was quiet and quiet, I didn't make trouble, and I didn't care about me. When I grew up, I was calm, rational, and worked under my hands. Know how to measure and what is important." Qiao Zhanbei said calmly, "Recently, I found out that you also have a temper, and your temper is not small."

He had in his mind the way she was drunk and spoiling him, in the ward, accusing him of not treating her as his wife in front of Tong Yaoyao... and rolling his eyes, staring at him, kicking him...

Never before.

Listening to his words, Ye Mian felt sad and aggrieved, she never thought that he would notice the change in herself, he is very annoying her like this, right?

Yes, since she knew him, she had wrapped herself in a thick shell, hiding her love for him under this thick shell.

"In the future, feel free to express your temper to me. I like you to be self-willed and rude to me. Just don't hurt yourself. I will feel bad." He said softly in her ear.

Ye Mian listened to his words, and the emotions that had just calmed down were turbulent again. She turned over and fell into his arms, sucking his breath, and said with love and hatred: "Qiao Zhanbei, I really hate you..."