When the word "wife" came out, Qiao Zhanbei was stunned.

Ye Mian was also stunned, a certain string in his heart trembled fiercely, after marriage, he had never called himself like that, and he understood in an instant that he was deliberately saying it to Sasa.

"Well, I've got to get back to the game. Sleep, you can recuperate with peace of mind. Gu Sasa said, kissing Ye Mian's uninjured cheek.

Ye Mian hugged Gu Sasa with his backhand, patted her back gently, and comforted her.

Looking at their sisterly affection, Qiao Zhanbei's face turned cold again.

Seeing Gu Sasa's teary eyes and the appearance of crying again, Ye Mian showed her the WeChat chat record of asking the flower shop owner to order flowers.

The boss promised her to transfer all the goods from the other side of the capital tomorrow and send them to Tong Yaoyao's ward.

Gu Sasa immediately smiled, "Well done!" ”

The little beauty is black enough.

She took the bottle of diaphragm flowers, and as soon as she left the ward, she threw it into the trash.

They are not superstitious, and they also like this flower, they used to paint it when they were in school, and it was Tong Yaoyao's sinister intentions.

Qiao Zhanbei handed her the water cup with a straw inserted into it, and asked lightly, "Why are you smiling so happily?" ”

Ye Mian held up the phone in front of his eyes, blinked wide, and his eyes seemed to say: I ordered hundreds of tweed flowers for your ex-girlfriend that she likes.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at the chat history, put his big hand on the top of her hair, and snorted hard, "Childish." ”

Ye Mian raised his head and met his doting eyes, and his heart fluttered.

What's going on with him today? actually didn't protect his heart and soul baby Tong Yaoyao.

Ye Mian looked at him in a daze, his heart throbbing faintly, and the afterglow of the setting sun spilled in from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the west, shining on his body.

At this time, he was as beautiful and warm as when he first met.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that she hadn't drunk water for a long time, the moment Qiao Zhanbei raised her eyelids, opposite her bright watery eyes, the girl's extremely dark pupils reflected her figure.

These eyes evoked his memories for a long time.

It was a midsummer evening, he traveled for most of the day, rushed from the capital to a small town in the water town south of the Yangtze River, walked one stone arch bridge after another, and met her at the end of a bluestone paved road by the water.

The little girl wore a simple and elegant white dress, two braids hanging down to her chest, and a small white daisy pinned to her forehead. She had a face as bright as the moon, and a pair of dark and bright eyes, twinkling like stars.

The beautiful appearance made him sweep away the tiredness of the long journey, and when he remembered her bleak life experience, he had a strong desire to protect.

His hand, covering the top of the little girl's hair, looked at her with lowered eyes, full of tenderness, and said softly:

"You're sleeping, aren't you? Let's go, come home with me. ”

Qiao Zhanbei came back to his senses, his eyes fell on Ye Mian's face that was attached to gauze at this time, he took a breath, clenched his back molars, and suppressed a strong emotion surging in his chest.

Mingyue's flawless face was ruined like this.

Ye Mian also returned to reality from the good memories, she smiled sadly in her heart, her throat was a little blocked, she opened her mouth to bite the straw and drink water.

"The murderer has been caught, his name is Qin Feng, a gangster watching the scene in a nightclub, do you know him?"

Ye Mian frowned, thinking carefully, she couldn't think of this person even if she wanted to, she looked at him and shook her head.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Zhanbei was even more determined, and the people behind him were coming for him.

"You rest for a while, I'll go smoke a cigarette." As he spoke, he went out.

Ye Mian didn't know where he got the courage, followed his back, wrapped one arm around him from behind, touched his trouser pocket with the other, took out the cigarette case, and stopped him from smoking.

Qiao Zhanbei was slightly stunned, hooked the corners of his lips, turned around, looked at her with lowered eyes, and asked with a smile: "Mind me?" ”

Ye Mian didn't make a sound, just looked at him with a firm look in his eyes.

"It's not my assistant anymore, and you still care about me?" The man squinted at her and asked with interest, vaguely expecting something.

He thought that she usually called him a cigarette and drank a cigarette, just in the name of an assistant.

With an impulse in her heart, she nodded, her heart pounding.

Qiao Zhanbei raised his hand and gently pinched her uninjured cheek, and in a low magnetic voice, he asked again, "Why?" ”

I am your wife.

She answered him in her heart.

He really didn't treat her as a wife, so he would ask such a heart-wrenching question.

Ye Mian didn't speak, turned around and threw the pack of cigarettes into the trash.

Let him guess for himself.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart was tickled as if a kitten's paws were scratching, and it was uncomfortably itchy.

I want to smoke more.

The nanny at home brought dinner, clear porridge with a few dishes of side dishes, the taste was light, except for salt, no seasoning was put in. The injuries on Ye Mian's face should be avoided a lot, and irritating foods and hair should not be touched to avoid inflammation and infection.

Half of his cheeks were stiff and painful, and he had to open his mouth hard, Ye Mian only barely drank a few mouthfuls of white porridge and stopped eating.

Seeing that Qiao Zhanbei asked An Cheng to send a change of clothes, briefcase, and computer, Ye Mian was surprised, she endured the pain of the wound being pulled, and asked him, "...... Staying here tonight? ”

Qiao Zhanbei: "Well, I'm here to accompany you tonight." ”

She took the paper and wrote to him: Thank you~ You have been busy all day today, so let's go home and rest, Aunt Wu will stay with me.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at the words she wrote, and gently pinched her uninjured cheek, "I'm not at ease." ”

He said that, walked to the desk by the floor-to-ceiling window, and worked overtime.

Ye Mian couldn't say whether he was moved or sad, he had always been good to her, but he didn't love her and didn't treat her as his wife.

She went to pour him a glass of water, but he said that he had to work overtime tonight for coffee.

remembered that An Cheng said before that after she left her job, Qiao Zhanbei couldn't drink a satisfactory cup of coffee, and she was about to quit smoking, but she smoked more and more, Ye Mian was soft and distressed.

She instructed the coffee shop she invested in to bring coffee beans and a set of tools to make him a cup of coffee.

It was the familiar taste of dependence.

Qiao Zhanbei drank coffee that she hadn't drunk for a long time, and had the urge to ask her to go back to work.

Ye Mian was idle, sitting beside him and helping him deal with the documents.

Inadvertently, Qiao Zhanbei looked at the people beside him who were reading the documents carefully, as if he had returned to the nights when she worked overtime with him.

In the chest, a stream of heat swelled.

After helping him deal with the documents, Ye Mian was ready to wash up and sleep.

"You can't take a shower." Qiao Zhanbei advised that her wounds should not be wet, and they were easy to become inflamed.

"Well, I'll wipe it myself." Ye Mian nodded.

"I'll help you." Qiao Zhanbei said seriously, and the person had already stood up.

He's going to wipe her up?