Ye Mian dragged his heavy steps, slowly walked to the door of the study, held the doorknob in his hand, and was about to make up his mind to open the door and go out, but he still didn't hold back, and looked back at the man sitting behind the desk.

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

and when he spoiled her before, he was judged to be like two people.

It's just because of that Tong Yaoyao.

The heart is like being crushed back and forth by a blunt knife, throbbing and throbbing, and at the same time there is a sense 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 ran towards the desk quickly, her mood was almost hysterical, and she drank with all her strength: "Don't smoke!" ”

At the same time, he snatched half of the cigarette from his finger and clenched it in the palm of his hand fiercely.

There was a burning sensation in the palm of the hand, which was more painful than cutting meat with a blunt knife!

The cigarette between her fingers was suddenly snatched away, a table away, opposite her, her fists clenched, her shoulders shrugged, and she stared at herself with teary eyes, Qiao Zhanbei was stunned, and then, shocked, he stood up excitedly, and walked around the table to her.

"Sleep, let go!"

She actually grabbed the half of the cigarette that was still burning into the palm of her hand!

The man grabbed her right wrist and his fingers tried to pull her fist apart, but she clenched it tighter.

"Sleep!" Qiao Zhanbei shouted anxiously.

Ye Mian looked at him with blurred teary eyes, her face was indignant, her eyes were resentful, her mouth was pursed, and the big tears were like pearls with broken threads, rolling down one by one, gradually, she sobbed, and gradually let go of her clenched hand.

Qiao Zhanbei had never seen her so heartbroken, and every tear of her was like hot candle tears, dripping into his heart.

The man recovered from the pain in his heart, and pulled her hand away, and the half of the cigarette was extinguished, twisted and distorted, revealing the spicy smell of tobacco.

There was soot stuck to her palms, and she couldn't see if she was burned.

Without a moment of slackness, Qiao Zhanbei grabbed her waist, held her up hard, ran towards the sink at the study window, turned on the faucet, and kept cold water on her palm.

Flushing away the ashes, her soft palms were burned red and eye-catching, the size of a button.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart tightened.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" He looked at her who was leaning on his arms, still sobbing silently, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Woo......"

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

I've never seen her break down like this, crying like a three-year-old child.

Crying made his heart soften, and his sullenness at her disappeared, allowing her to beat himself.

He took her scalded hand and poured cold water for a few minutes before picking her up and taking her back to the bedroom.

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

Qiao Zhanbei found the scald ointment, sat down on the edge of the bed, and wanted to help her apply the medicine.

Xu was late flushing, but her palms still bulged with blisters the size of soybean grains.

"No, we 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 his head stubbornly.

"Good, it's all blistered, obedient!" He said in a deep voice.

A little bit of a big blister, he still has to go to the hospital, seeing that he is so nervous about himself, Ye Mian wants to cry even more, and she is more aggrieved, she lies down willfully, grabs the quilt and covers her head, and indulges herself to continue crying.

She had never indulged herself in front of him so much, and she was still in a state of sobriety.

Such Ye Mian taught Qiao Zhanbei to be at a loss, and he couldn't bear to say a heavy word to her.

He could only let her go, not to go to the hospital, and carefully helped her break the blisters and apply ointment according to the scientific method sent by a doctor friend. Then, he helped her change the gauze on her face, watched the scab be soaked with tears and curled up the edges, and tensed him out of the sweat on his forehead.

After dealing with the injuries 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 been greatly wronged.

Recalling that she snatched his cigarette in the study, and clutched the "ruthless" look in the palm of her hand, he was still shocked.

"Just, why don't you smoke and make you angry like this? As for it? He sat on the edge of the bed, hung his head, his long fingers gently brushing the hair from her cheeks, and asked in a low voice.

I'm afraid I'll make her cry again.

also blamed him, he was emotional at the time, and he was very cold to her.

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

Just as soon as I closed my eyes, tears flowed out again.

Her appearance confused Qiao Zhanbei, and she was distressed and didn't know how to coax her.

He went to take a shower, washed away the smell of cigarettes she hated, went back to the bed and lay down, hugged her from behind, kissed the top of her hair gently, and said softly: "It's my bad attitude tonight, I shouldn't be so cold to you, I'm sorry." ”

Ye Mian flattened his mouth, thinking that he still felt wronged because Tong Yaoyao was cold to her.

"In the future, I promise not to smoke, and I will not smoke a single one." And he earnestly promised.

cares about him so much, and wants to divorce him, with the surname Gu.

What a grinding.

Hearing this, Ye Mianxin said: Can you promise not to smoke a cigarette or take a sip of wine for Tong Yaoyao again?

Thinking about it for a moment, why did he promise her like this? Sooner or later, they will have to get divorced.

"Sleep, I'm willful tonight." She calmed down and said calmly.

"It scares my heart out, sleep, to be honest, I don't understand you a little. When I was a child, I was quiet, didn't make trouble, and ignored me, but when I grew up, I was calm and rational, and I did things under me. Qiao Zhanbei said calmly, "Recently, I found out that you also have a temper, and your temper is not small." ”

In his mind, he had the image of her drunk and splattering on him, and in the ward, he accused him of not treating her as his wife in front of Tong Yaoyao...... And roll his eyes, glare at him, kick him......

Before, never.

Ye Mian listened to his words, sad and aggrieved, he didn't expect that he would notice the changes in himself, he was very annoyed with her like this, right?

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

"In the future, even if you have a temper with me, I like you to be willful and sloppy to me, just don't hurt yourself, I will feel distressed." He whispered 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 the breath on his body, and said with love and hate: "Qiao Zhanbei, I really hate you......"