Ye Mian was quickly taken to the nearest hospital by the mall manager, his own store employees, and eyewitness cleaners.

In the debridement room, she was wearing a dark green cheongsam, sitting on a high stool, tilting her head sideways, revealing half of her injured face, her originally fair and flawless cheeks were red and swollen, the bleeding had stopped, the blood stains were wiped clean, and the wound was clearly visible in front of her eyes.

The wound was deep and long, and the flesh turned outward.

What a clear water hibiscus face, ruined by a knife, the medical staff who are used to seeing trauma cases feel sorry.

Ye Mian gritted his teeth and endured the pain, his hands clenched into fists, his bones turned white, and his thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably, but he didn't say a word.

It's painfully strong.

Qiao Zhanbei came in, and when he saw this scene at first glance, his body froze in place, and after confirming that it was her, he was instantly deprived of his breath, and his fists were clenched to death.

He slowed down, took a deep breath, and walked towards the green figure that tugged at his heart.

"Sleep." He stood still in front of her, whispering her name.

Qiao Zhanbei gently held her head, letting her hang, with nowhere to lean on her head, leaning on her chest.

He's coming.

A drop of clear tears fell, Ye Mian sucked the breath on his body, and his two slender and white arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, silently tightening again and again.

Qiao Zhanbei stroked the back of her head with his hand and gently rubbed it soothingly.

Lowering his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the wound on her cheek, which was shocking, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Looking at everyone: "How did she get hurt?!" ”

In an instant, the air pressure in the debridement room was so low that they were suffocating, and everyone did not dare to breathe. Even the trained doctor trembled with tweezers in his hands.

"She, she was cut in the face with a dagger by a man with a covered face, the man did it on purpose, and after I found out, she ran away! It's in our mall, the women's restroom on the fourth floor! Aunt Cleaner replied in a trembling voice.

Thinking of the scene at that time, she now has palpitations and is about to have a heart attack.

Qiao Zhanbei clenched his fists, his bones gurgled, and he looked at the bodyguard with a solemn face.

The black-clothed bodyguard wearing sunglasses and a cold aura nodded and left quickly.

Go get someone!

The doctor covered Ye Mian's face with a sterile cloth and began to debride her, and the tweezers searched the wound for foreign bodies and dust, Ye Mian's whole body was tense in pain, and cold sweat flowed.

"Didn't you have anesthesia?"

Seeing that Ye Mian was in pain like this, Qiao Zhanbei's emotions reached a critical point, and he looked at the doctor.

The sense of coercion in him was compelling.

"The patient is not sensitive to anesthesia." The anesthesiologist on the side gasped and replied.

Qiao Zhanbei's lips were pursed into a straight line, looking at the person in his arms who was tormented by pain, he had the heart to kill. She has been in Qiao's house for ten years, and she has always been treated as an eldest lady and carefully raised, how can she suffer this crime.

"I, I'm fine...... Yes. Half of his face was swollen, his muscles were stiff, and Ye Mian's speech was slurred.

Hearing this, the man's murderous aura eased somewhat, as if he had been smoothed out, he gently stroked the back of her head, and his tone was extremely gentle: "Cry out if it hurts, don't bear it." ”

Feeling his gentleness, Ye Mian's eyes were full of tears, maybe it was because of the effect of the anesthetic, and he didn't feel so painful.

After the debridement, Ancheng brought the best plastic surgeon in the capital to perform wound suturing surgery for Ye Mian, leaving no scar as much as possible, however, her wound was too deep and the bone had already been seen, and the situation was not optimistic, and she may need medical aesthetic means to remove the scar in the later stage.

The suture operation went well, and after the operation, Ye Mian was admitted to the ward.

Her entire face was swollen, and the uninjured half of her face was like a steamed bun, and the injured left cheek was covered with gauze.

She sat leaning against the head of the bed, not crying or making a fuss, her eyelids drooping, her long eyelashes fluttering, and she kept moving a pair of slender and dexterous hands.

She looks calm, she must be sad in her heart, right?

How can a girl not love beauty?

I remember that Tong Yaoyao had acne on her face before, and she cried to him in a fuss, anxious about whether it would leave acne marks.

Qiao Zhanbei walked to the edge of the bed, rubbed the top of her hair with a big hand, with a doting meaning, and comforted softly: "Don't worry, now that the medical aesthetic plastic surgery technology is developed, your face will be fine." ”

It's another head touch.

Her heart throbbed like a girl, and he actually cared about her very much.

Ye Mian raised his head, although he was unrecognizable, his smart apricot eyes were still as dazzling as stars.

She shook her head at him gently: "I don't care, I don't eat with my face." ”

The words were slurred, her face was swollen, and her mouth could not be fully opened, she moved her hands at him, took a pen and paper, and wrote:

I eat by my hands.

"You mean embroidery? What kind of food can you eat? Play as a hobby. I called you in the morning and asked you to go back to Qiao's work, but you didn't answer. Qiao Zhanbei sat down on the edge of the bed and followed her topic and told her about it.

They are all going to divorce, why does he want her to go back to Qiao's?

Qiao Zhanbei replied to her puzzled eyes: "Mianmian, no matter how our relationship changes, you are half a daughter of the Qiao family, working in the Qiao family is a matter of course, you don't need to worry about anything else." ”

His eyes were warm, serious, and calm, which dissipated her previous resentment against him. It's like going back to the time before marriage and treating him as a relative.

He has always treated her as a relative.

He said in a deep voice, "Qiao's needs you." ”

She is his right-hand man.

Ye Mian's throat choked, when he left the job before, he didn't keep her, she thought that she was dispensable to him at work, it turned out that he saw her ability.

She pulled a smile, touched the wound, tears filled her eyes with pain, and she lowered her head and wrote on the paper: "Thank you Qiao's for affirming my work!" ”

Qiao Zhanbei's heart suddenly changed, "With your ability, you will be the vice president in two years." ”

The words fell, and I saw the words she wrote.

"I insisted on quitting, and I now have the career I want to do."

Qiao Zhanbei's face sank, "You mean embroidery?" ”

Ye Mian wrote: "I can obviously defend with my hands today, but I remembered that these hands still have to embroider, so I controlled it in time." ”

She would rather have her face disfigured than block it with her hands, just because she was worried that her hands would hurt.

"Embroidery is so important?" Qiao Zhanbei frowned.

"My grandmother is a master of Suzhou embroidery, I am her heir, she told me before her death, I must pass on this craft, carry it forward, this is the quintessence of our country."

Of course, Qiao Zhanbei knew about her grandmother's life, he looked at her determined eyes, and asked curiously: "In this case, why did you still study finance back then?" ”

She was still an art student in high school, but when she took the college entrance examination, she applied for the finance department of Qingdao University.

The little girl studied hard, and he remembered that the most thing she had said to him in the past was to ask him questions. Unlike Tong Yaoyao, she only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long, and she doesn't learn anything.

She is talented and intelligent, she is a piece of learning material, and she can understand the problems thoroughly, draw inferences from one another, and integrate them. He was not surprised that he was able to be admitted to Tsingda, one of the top institutions of higher learning in the country, and became his younger sister.

I'm also very proud of her.

I saw that she looked at herself silently, her eyes gradually turned red, and tears were about to burst out of her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Zhanbei took out a piece of tissue paper and helped her wipe her tears, so as not to wet the wound and become inflamed.

Can she tell him that she studied finance in the first place so that she could be closer to him?