Qiao Zhanbei was paralyzed in a wheelchair, and there seemed to be a sharp knife hidden in the cold wind, piercing him, the pain was piercing and piercing, and every breath of air was painful.

Younger sister.

A self-deprecating smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

When she first came to Qiao's house, she was young and a young girl who had just entered puberty. He really protects her as a sister, even if she is chased by other little boys, he is only afraid that she will suffer, so he manages her and pinches her rotten peach blossoms, not possessiveness between men and women.

Now, it's different.

Now, she was the woman he loved deeply, the first and only woman in his life.

He couldn't treat her as a sister and a relative.

Qiao Zhanbei looked into the door.

In the living room, she slowly and gracefully pruned the bouquet of white roses and inserted them into a cloisonné vase.

White Rose, the strange man gave her?

He gritted his teeth secretly, watched her pick up the vase, didn't look back at him, and went upstairs in style.

Grandma is right, she is now an independent and self-reliant woman, she loves herself more than anyone else, she has saved him, she has stimulated him, she wants him to overcome psychological barriers, stay with her, she has tried.

He took into account his feelings and male pride, and pushed her away again and again, and she really wanted to open now.

Qiao Zhanbei froze there, the light of the door lamp shining in his wet eyes, flickering with fine fragments, like tears.

His hand trembled and reached into his coat pocket, and he pulled out the cigarette case, which was twisted and distorted by force.

The man struggled to pull out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, and lit it.

After a few puffs, he coughed violently.

After Ye Mian went upstairs, he went to the room of the two children as soon as possible, looked at them, and covered them with quilts. Thinking of their performance today, she is still moved.

The world of children is much purer than that of adults, they are able to accept everything, they do not dislike the rich and the poor, and distinguish between the beautiful and the ugly, the disabled and the healthy.

He was healed a lot by his two children today, right?

Ye Mian returned to his room, and just after removing his makeup, he heard a man's violent coughing sound downstairs, it was he coughing, as if he was still outside.

On such a cold day, his half-paralyzed body was already weak, his resistance was not good, and he was still ...... Ye Mian's eyebrows were furrowed, and without any hesitation, he quickly left the room and went downstairs.

When she went downstairs, Qiao Zhanbei had already been sent back to the room by the guards of Old Chief Qiao.

"Uncle Sun, Brother Qiao, has he fallen asleep?" Seeing the guard coming out of the room, Ye Mian asked with concern.

"Miss Mian, Qiao Shao seems to have a cold and fever, I want to call a doctor for him, but he won't let me, and he blasted me out with a stinky face." Uncle Sun's face was embarrassed, "He has been sitting in the yard blowing the wind since eight o'clock, and it is strange that his body is bone-in-one, and he doesn't catch a cold." ”

Listening to Uncle Sun's words, Ye Mian's heart sank, "I'll go see him first, Uncle Sun, if you need a doctor when you go back, I'll call you." ”

He was paralyzed in the lower half of his body, and his blood circulation was not smooth, and he was prone to other complications due to headache and fever.

After explaining to Uncle Sun, Ye Mian walked quickly to the door of his room, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door in.

"Get out." In the dark room with no lights on, the man said coldly.

The smell of tobacco was in his nose, and by the light outside, he could be faintly seen sitting leaning against the head of the bed, with a little scarlet between his fingers, and even if he couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could feel the gloomy aura exuding from his body.

Ye Mian suppressed his distress, made a "click", and pressed the switch on the wall.

Vintage chandeliers light up a dark room.

Qiao Zhanbei twisted his eyebrows unhappily, he looked at the person who came, and was about to lose his temper, but when he saw that it was Ye Mian, he was stunned.

Ye Mian didn't say a word, walked to the bed, forcibly picked the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, snatched the ashtray from his hand, extinguished it, and the cigarette butt was thrown by her and fell into the trash can.

She raised her hand to cover his forehead, the heat of her hand.

The brain was dizzy, and the body was chilled for a while, feeling the coolness of her palm, and the soothing breath on her body was filled with the soothing breath of her body, Qiao Zhanbei's throat tightened.

"Put your arms up." Ye Mian walked to the side of the bed with the thermometer, looked at the man who was stunned on the bed, and said in a deep voice.

Qiao Zhanbei raised his arm obediently.

Ye Mian bent over, reached into the hem of his sweater and shirt, got into his armpit, and stuffed the thermometer in.

"The arm is clamped." She said again.

He clamped obediently.

His lips, dry and white, looked badly burned on the perfect half of his face, his cheeks flushed and looked badly burned, and after a few minutes, she took out the thermometer.

Sure enough, 40 degrees.

Scary temperatures.

After becoming a mother, Ye Mian was very sensitive to high fever, and every time the two children had a high fever, she was nervous, worried about burning meningitis or something.

Now, his physical resistance is not as good as that of his two children.

She hurriedly put an antipyretic patch on him, and went out to ask Uncle Sun to call a doctor over and give him a fever-reducing injection. There was a military clinic in the compound, and the doctor quickly arrived, gave him an injection, and prescribed antipyretic medicine.

After the doctor left, Ye Mian sat at the head of the bed and fed him medicine.

As soon as she put down the glass of water and was about to get up, Qiao Zhanbei hugged her from behind, the man's chin rested on her shoulder, and the iron arm firmly wrapped around her waist.

This familiar posture of long-lost attachment to her taught Ye Mian a sour nose.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm cold." Qiao Zhanbei said in a low voice, his teeth chattering as he spoke.

Listening to his words, Ye Mian's throat choked, and it hurt hard, he was burned.

The weight of the man's whole body was pressed on her body.

"You let go first, and I'll help you lie down." She tilted her head sideways, looked back at him, and whispered.

Qiao Zhanbei hugged her tighter, and muttered a voice from the bottom of his heart: "Don't let go...... You are mine, my daughter-in-law, and I will haunt you when I do ghosts. ”

He's still a ghost, he's like this now, and he's going to push her away.

Ye Mian sarcastically mocked him in his heart.

She tried to break his hand and break him away, but he hugged the driftwood like a drowning man, tightly, refusing to let go.

"You are my wife, my daughter-in-law, my daughter's mother, go to his sister's ......" At this moment, Qiao Zhanbei forgot about his physical disability and inferiority, and said to her from the depths of his soul.

The dog man scolded himself.

Ye Mian knew that this was his true intention, but he was afraid that after he regained his reason after his fever subsided, he would push her far away.

"Okay, okay, listen to you, you let go of me first, I'll help you lie down, you can't get cold anymore." She turned her face sideways, looked at half of his angelic sleeping face, and coaxed softly.

Qiao Zhanbei let go of her with peace of mind, Ye Mian called Uncle Sun, and the two of them, one supported him, and the other dragged his legs, and finally made him lie down.

Ye Mian had just helped him take off his trousers, and before he could help him cover the quilt, he grabbed her arm and dragged her to his stomach with brute force.