Qiao Zhanbei woke up like a dream.

Now he wants to dislike her and be abandoned by her.

She'd better never care if he lived or died.

But she's outside the door now.

The door was locked behind his back, she couldn't get in, he controlled his wheelchair and shuttled freely in the dark to the back of the door.

"Ye Mian, there is nothing to talk about between us, I don't want to see you." He said in a cold tone through the door.

To say that it is indifference is also an instinctive self-defense.

In Qiao Zhanbei's heart at this moment, there was a thick shell of indifference, and his fragile and sensitive self-esteem was hidden in the shell.

Hearing his words, Ye Mian was not surprised.

She knocked lightly on the door panel and said loudly: "Qiao Zhanbei, I didn't come to you to fall in love with you, you said to break up last time, I respect you." I'm looking for you now for business. ”

Standing at the door of the room, through the door, she could feel the dark and oppressive atmosphere in the room, and smell a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol.

Before he disappeared, he was bumped into by her because he was secretly drinking behind her back, and he didn't say a word and took the initiative to kneel on the keyboard, which was still as clear as ever.

Now, she wished he could be the same as before.

So, did she agree to break up?

Qiao Zhanbei's heart tugged, and he breathed a long sigh of relief in an instant, feeling a sense of relief.

With her, he just felt that he was not worthy of her, dragging her down, he didn't even have the courage to face her, and he would feel pressure in the face of her, so it was better to let go.

"Ye Mian, I don't want to talk about business, Qiao's has nothing to do with me now." He said in a deep voice through the door.

Now, what he sees and feels is only his physical disability, psychological inferiority complex and numbness, and he can't take care of everything else.

used to be a workaholic, but now he doesn't even want the country he has worked so hard for, Ye Mian smiled bitterly.

"Qiao Zhanbei, I went to Sweden a few years ago, and Mrs. Daman asked me to embroider a double-sided embroidery painting for her and her lover, this painting has a lot of work, I don't have so much energy to care about Qiao's, you know, Suzhou embroidery is my lifelong career."

Through the door, she said again.

Qiao Zhanbei was still unmoved, "You can give it to whoever you want." ”

"Can I rest assured that I will be handed over to someone else? Qiao Zhanbei, when you were missing for more than a month, many banks refused to continue to lend to Qiao's, and I still owe 50 billion to my uncle Jin Huai'an, and 30 billion to Taihe Bank! During that time, in order to win over customers, I put all my property in, and even sold villas and apartments, if you don't want our mother and daughter to sleep on the street in the future, you can leave it alone! In short, for the sake of my career, I don't care about Qiao's anymore! Ye Mian slapped the door panel heavily and said loudly.

Her tone was heavy.

Qiao Zhanbei inside the door wrinkled his eyebrows, if he didn't care about the company, he would drag her down.

He raised his voice and said: "I won't go back to Qiao's work now, you will let Ancheng connect with me when I go back." ”

He still wouldn't open the door to her.

I'd rather sneak a look at her photos than face her.

Ye Mian knocked on the door again, "You also know the business level of Ancheng in business, he didn't participate in many projects, and he couldn't explain clearly, I brought a lot of documents here, and I will leave after explaining it to you." ”

Hearing this, Qiao Zhanbei clenched his fists, and after thinking for a while, he put on a mask, took a deep breath secretly, and did enough psychological construction before turning the doorknob and opening the door.

A heavy smell of tobacco and alcohol came to my face.

Ye Mian's eyebrows frowned, and when she saw him come out of the room in a wheelchair, her heart couldn't help but start throbbing.

Even though he was in a wheelchair and decadent, her heart was still beating for him.

Qiao Zhanbei didn't raise his eyes, his gaze fell on the ground, and he said lightly: "Let's go to the study and talk." ”

The words fell, and he left first.

Ye Mian carried the briefcase, looking at his back, no longer tall and straight, he was sitting in a wheelchair, and there was a distressing sense of sadness.

She wanted to hug him, comfort him, and tell him that she loved him no matter what he became.

But he would rather lick his wounds alone than face her.

Feeling her gaze, like a thorn, Qiao Zhanbei gritted his teeth tightly, turned his wheelchair, and quickly flashed into the study.

Ye Mian quickly followed him into the study.

He sat behind his desk, and she sat across from him, introducing him one document after another.

Qiao Zhanbei gradually focused on her work, forgetting her gaze, ignoring her inner feelings, listening to her introduction, and quickly remembering it in her mind.

Ye Mian was also very attentive, he didn't love him, and it was business to open and close his mouth.

Inadvertently, he glanced at him with a frowning brow and a focused and serious expression, and he had a feeling that the workaholic Qiao Zhanbei in the past was back again.

However, he was wearing a mask.

"The above projects are all steadily followed, and these are not completely won, you have to think of a way. It's not early today, I'll come back tomorrow. Ye Mian closed the file, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said to him.

Qiao Zhanbei let out a faint "um", and he continued to look at the documents.

The afternoon sun shone in obliquely through the west window, falling right on him.

The man sat at the desk, his slender fingers flipped through the inside pages of the document, above the mask, his deep black eyes, his eyes were focused and charming.

His eyelashes, one by one, were jet black.

The living Qiao Zhanbei is right in front of her eyes.

Qiao Zhanbei closed the file, and the moment he raised his eyes, he met her eyes.

In the warm sun, she wears a black turtleneck, a low ponytail, and slender chain earrings hanging from her earlobes.

His heart was pounding, and he forgot about his disability for a moment.

Ye Mian got up, walked around the desk, and went to his side, her eyebrows furrowed, and she screamed "hiss", and leaned towards him.

Qiao Zhanbei instinctively turned the wheelchair and caught her.

"What's wrong with you?" The man asked nervously, his Adam's apple rolling.

Ye Mian sat on his legs, his arms wrapped around her waist, and his breath wrapped her, this embrace, long gone.

His subconscious still cares about her, cares about her, and loves her.

"I've been sitting for too long, and my legs are cramping." She frowned, looking sad, and kept gasping.

Hearing this, his hand was about to stroke her leg, and when he saw the wheelchair, he woke up like a dream again.

He looked away indifferently.

"Shhh...... I don't dare to move now, it's too uncomfortable, you let me slow down, okay? Ye Mian sensed his avoidance and indifference, and asked softly, his tone full of coquettishness.

Qiao Zhanbei didn't speak, his eyes fell elsewhere, and he looked like "you are casual".

Ye Mian sat in his arms, his cheek gently and quietly resting against his heart, like a cat, cautiously approaching a wolf dog that was full of defense because of his injury.

Snuggling up to his heart, listening to his powerful heartbeat, the corners of her mouth slowly rose, and her heart was sweet and sour.

She wants to be intimate with him now, and she has to act.