Qiao Zhanbei listened carefully for a while, and determined that the "Sister Mian" in Song Qiao's mouth was Ye Mian.

A warm current surged in his heart, and in an instant, the look in the man's eyes gradually dimmed.

What else is she here for?

He moved his wheelchair to the railing on the second floor, hidden behind the Roman columns, and looked down on the first floor.

In the bright hall as bright as day, the woman wore a crimson suspender dress with a long white fur coat over it, and the collar of the coat slipped down to the shoulders, revealing her sexy fragrant shoulders.

She is wearing long curly hair, this bewitching and charming woman is Ye Mian.

She stumbled as she walked in off-white boots when a young man stepped forward and grabbed her waist from behind, and their bodies were pressed together.

He hung his head, looked at Ye Mian on his chest, and said in a light tone: "Ye Meiren, be careful." ”

Looking at this scene, Qiao Zhanbei's Adam's apple rolled, and his hands unconsciously clenched the armrests of the wheelchair.

"Brother Qin, let's drink again, if we don't get drunk tonight, we won't return!" Ye Mian raised her right hand and shook it in the air, jumping like a jumper, her drunken voice sounded in the huge living room.

"Sister Mian, it's not early, it's time for you to rest!" Song Qiao took Ye Mian from Qin Chuan's arms and helped her to the sofa.

Qin Chuan hooked his lips and looked at Ye Mian's figure as if he were looking at a prey.

After Song Qiao put Ye Mian down, she looked at Qin Chuan, who had a romantic temperament, and raised her voice: "Qin Shao, thank you, it's not early, we girls should rest." ”

The middle-aged male housekeeper of the villa came in through the back door, walked up to Qin Chuan, and sent the guests off politely.

Qin Chuan's gaze that was glued to Ye Mian finally moved away, and after saying goodbye to them, he left the villa.

"Qin Shao, don't go, let's continue to ......" Ye Mian was crooked in the sofa, looking at the door, talking and talking, closing his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Qiao Zhanbei came out of the elevator, the man had a cold face, he didn't wear a mask, his eyes were serious, he looked at Song Qiao, and there were questions written on his face.

"Brother Qiao, I met Sister Mian in the nightclub tonight, she drank very well with the Qin family, the famous prodigal son of the Qin family in your capital, and then she got drunk and was almost picked up by that Qin Shao, thanks to me for taking her back first!" Song Qiao painted a voice and color to Qiao Zhanbei.

On the luxurious heavy industry European-style sofa, Ye Mian sat crookedly on the sofa, his fur coat fell under his big arms, revealing snow-white fragrant shoulders and crimson thin suspenders, and on his neck, Bulgari red fan-shaped necklace exuded pearlescent light.

Her eyes were closed, her eyebrows curled, her cheeks flushed, and strands of curly hair stuck to her face.

Full of smoke and alcohol.

She went to a nightclub tonight, dressed up bewitching and sexy, and drank with other men......

Qiao Zhanbei squinted his deep eyes slightly, his eyes locked on the person on the sofa for a moment, and his mind was full of the picture of her just being hugged by that man, imagining the picture of her being coveted by a group of men when she jumped.

The man gritted his back molars, trying to hide the strong sourness.

She did what she said, and she really went to find another man.

Although Ye Mian closed his eyes, he clearly felt the terrifying aura emanating from Qiao Zhanbei's body, was he sour?

"Hmm...... Qin Shao, you are fooling ......" She turned her head, and I muttered in a coquettish tone.

Listening to her delicate voice, Qiao Zhanbei's face was pale, and his chest rose and fell sharply.

He was just about to step forward, only then did he realize that his legs could not move, he lowered his head, looking at his muscles atrophy due to long-term inactivity, and his legs became more and more slender, and his heart was twisted.

Qiao Zhanbei turned his wheelchair and drove towards the elevator entrance.

Song Qiao looked at his back and asked in a loud voice, "Brother Qiao, what should Sister Mian do?" ”

Qiao Zhanbei turned his back to them, and his tone was extremely cold: "You brought the people back, you deal with them yourself." ”

As soon as he entered the elevator, Ye Mian in the sofa slowly opened his eyes, looked at the closed elevator door, and gritted his teeth.

He was visibly angry and vinegared just now, and she could feel it.

However, he still couldn't overcome his inferiority complex and walked towards her.

"Sister Mian, you can sleep in the guest room next to Brother Qiao's bedroom tonight, and come to catch turtles in his urn." Song Qiao noticed that Qiao Zhanbei walked over from the railing on the second floor, went to Ye Mian's side, and whispered.

Ye Mianwan, "Qiaoqiao, thank you tonight." ”

She didn't meet Song Qiao by chance tonight, and deliberately pulled her to act together.

Back in the room, Qiao Zhanbei had just laid down on the bed, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of Ye Mian dressed like a goblin.

I didn't see her for ten days, he was occupied by work every day, and when he was busy, he didn't think much about her.

When I first saw her, it was like a drug addiction, buried deep in my heart, and my thoughts about her were like algae surging up wildly, entangling him.

"Sister Mian, you can sleep in this room tonight." Outside, Song Qiao's voice came.

"Good ......"

In the dead of night, he heard her voice, and he heard his own thunderous heartbeat.

She was staying in the next room tonight.

Qiao Zhanbei lay flat on the big bed, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully to the movement in the next room, but the sound insulation was so good that he couldn't hear anything.

Restless, he crawled up with his hands on the bed and found a pack of cigarettes in the drawer of the bedside table.

The man rudely tore open the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, quickly lit it, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the urge to go to her.

After calming down, he took out a bottle of sleeping pills from the drawer, swallowed two tablets dry, and lay down.

When you fall asleep, you won't want to go to her.

Ye Mian waited until it was almost dawn, and she didn't see Qiao Zhanbei coming to her.

She got up, went out of the room, went to the next door, turned the doorknob, and sure enough, the door was locked by him from the inside, and she couldn't get in.

A sense of loss came over him, Ye Mian turned his back against his door, and his body slowly slid down.

I miss him, I think of his arms, I think of his laughter, I think of everything about him...... I want their family to be reunited soon. However, she and him are now only separated by a door, but they can't be together.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Mian took a deep breath and swallowed the choking in his throat.

The next day, at three o'clock in the sun, Ye Mian went downstairs while making a phone call.

"Okay, Brother Qin, I just have time tonight, see you later!" She hung up the phone and walked to the restaurant.

Song Qiao was eating at the dining table, and Qiao Zhanbei happened to come out of the kitchen in a wheelchair, with a mask covering his face.

When he saw her, he nodded politely, indifferent and detached.

Ye Mian only glanced at him lightly, then looked away, looking like he didn't want to pay attention to him.

Qiao Zhanbei lowered his eyes and moved his wheelchair to the dining table.

As soon as she sat down, Song Qiao looked at her with a worried expression, "Sister Mian, that Qin Shao is the night cannon king that everyone in the city knows, you won't suffer a loss if you play with him, right?" ”

Ye Mian was still wearing the clothes she wore last night, she took a sip of water, and her face didn't matter, "The Cannon King is good, I'll dump it when I'm done, it's not that I can't afford to play." ”

"Ahem-" As soon as she said this, Qiao Zhanbei, who was diagonally opposite the long dining table, suddenly coughed.