Under the bright crystal chandelier, the man sat in a wheelchair, he wore a black mask, full of indifference, deep gaze, staring closely at the girl standing on the stairs.

As soon as he said this, the air suddenly fell silent, so quiet that it seemed that he could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.

Qiao Zhanbei said that in order to repay the favor, he wanted to be with this girl and break up with her.

Ye Mian came to his senses, spewed out rough air from his nostrils, and sneered: "Qiao Zhanbei, such a clumsy reason for breaking up, do you think I will believe it?" ”

The man's expression froze slightly, and he glanced at the girl on the stairs.

The girl came back to her senses and went down the stairs, "Brother Qiao, do you still want to make a promise to me?" Don't- I don't want to be a junior. ”

Her words slapped Qiao Zhanbei's face and exposed his lies.

Qiao Zhanbei glared at the girl with displeasure.

Ye Mian raised her lips, she glanced at the girl gratefully, only to see her shrinking her neck and running quickly to the kitchen.

In the huge villa living room, only the two of them remained.

"Qiao Zhanbei, what else do you have to say?" Ye Mian looked at him and asked in a loud voice.

Qiao Zhanbei manipulated the wheelchair and drove towards the elevator entrance.

In order to facilitate his movement, he specially bought this villa with an elevator at that time.

Ye Mian immediately caught up.

The smooth and bright walls of the elevator reflect their figures.

The man was in a wheelchair, and a decadent, tall, and elegant woman stood beside him, radiant.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at this scene, and his heart seemed to have been slashed hard.

The elevator doors quickly opened, and he quickly got out.

Ye Mian caught up.

"Qiao Zhanbei, you are avoiding me and your family because of your leg injuries, right?" She asked him angrily.

He just wanted to use that straight ball girl to force her to break up.

Qiao Zhanbei turned the wheelchair suddenly, he pointed to his legs, gritted his teeth at her uncontrollably: "It's not a simple injury, it's a permanent paralysis of the lower body, no feeling from the waist down, I can't take care of myself at first, and I can't be humane in the future!" ”

The man's eyes glared at her viciously, on the surface he stared at her, but in fact he stared at himself, in an intimate relationship, the lover is a mirror of himself.

He couldn't accept his current self and couldn't face Ye Mian.

As he said this, he felt his pride shattered.

The lower half of the body, permanently paralyzed, inhumane......

Ye Mian's throat choked, and his heart tightened, feeling both his physical trauma and his mental torture.

He was such a proud, strong, and delicate man......

She walked up to him, and he backed away, his gaze avoiding her, and she immediately paused.

Ye Mian looked at him with tears in his eyes, and said in a dumb voice: "Brother Qiao, you fell from such a high cliff, it is a great gift to be alive, I was thinking when I was looking for you, even if you are missing arms and legs, you are in a vegetative state, as long as you have a breath, I will thank God." ”

"No matter what you become, as long as you live and stay with me, I feel happy."

Every word, from the bottom of my heart.

The corners of Qiao Zhanbei's mouth twitched, he took off the mask on his face, and he looked directly at her, "Aren't you disgusting to face like this every day?" ”

Sensing the confusion in her eyes, his heart twisted, and he looked away.

Under the bright light, the man's face was cold and white and handsome, and on the other side of his face, the scars were intertwined, like a few centipedes, and his skin was purple.

Looking at his face, Ye Mian covered his mouth and nose with his hands, feeling distressed.

How much sin did he suffer?

She moved her thousand-pounded legs and walked towards him, bending down in front of him, holding his face.

Qiao Zhanbei faced her tearful face, and he forcefully turned his face away and faced her with a perfect half of his side face.

Ye Mian twisted his other cheek forcefully and kissed it without hesitation, "Except for feeling sorry for you, how can I be disgusting?" Did you disgust my face when I was disfigured? ”

Listening to her words, Qiao Zhanbei gritted his teeth, "I don't accept it myself." ”

"If I don't accept plastic surgery, won't my face be cured? Your lower body, we can find the best famous doctor in the world for treatment, we face it together, say okay to share the wind and rain, you push me away again, and avoid me......" She squatted down in front of him, looking up at him, with a slight accusation in her tone, more distressed for him.

Qiao Zhanbei closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out the words in his heart, "Ye Mian, don't say that we are in the same boat through thick and thin, I don't even have the courage to face you now." You call me machismo, say I'm self-righteous, say I'm good at everything, I admit it, I'm selfish, and I face you now, and I just feel unworthy of you, it's painful...... I don't care about your feelings......"

"Count me on, let's go, I just want to be alone." He just wanted to hide in the shadows and lick his wounds alone.

When he spoke, he didn't look at her, avoiding her gaze, as if he himself was so unbearable in her eyes.

In fact, it was all his own self-esteem that was at work.

Ye Mian remembered his former self.

Because of low self-esteem, he only dared to like him quietly and often avoided him.

How proud he used to be, how inferior he is now.

She looked at the proud man who fell into the quagmire with tears in her eyes, her fingers trembling and caressing his cheeks with affection, feeling the temperature of his skin, "I can't bear you...... I respect you and I'll go...... It's almost dawn, you rest early, let me take care of you and lie down, okay? ”

There was a begging in her tone.

Qiao Zhanbei's Adam's apple rolled, and he turned his face to look at her who was squatting in front of him, with tears on her face, he resisted the urge to embrace her in his heart and comfort her, and said ruthlessly: "No need." ”

He stepped back in his wheelchair, avoiding her, bypassing her.

"Grandparents, tell them I'm alive, don't tell them where I am. Jojo...... I don't want to see her either. Thinking of his daughter, Qiao Zhanbei's heart tugged hard.

Mu Qiang's little girl must not want to see a father in a wheelchair.

Ye Mian watched him enter the room, and did not rush forward to force him again, she wiped her tears, turned around and went downstairs.

In the dark bedroom, there was a "ding" sound, the lighter burst into a quenched blue flame, Qiao Zhanbei lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and poured himself a glass of spirits.

When you get drunk, you don't think about anything.

The cold wind was biting, Ye Mian walked in the villa area, wearing only a sweater and trousers, and she was making phone calls as she walked.

"Fengmingyuan villa area, 22 buildings, you immediately send someone over to keep an eye on it, Mr. Qiao lives here." She confessed to her subordinates, afraid that he would run away again.

As soon as she hung up the phone, she turned around when she heard footsteps behind her.

It was the upright girl in the villa, she handed her a long crimson down jacket, and said in a hearty voice: "It's too cold outside, why don't you even wear a coat when you come out?" ”