She's going to help him change his suit.

Listening to Ye Mian's words, Qiao Zhanbei's Adam's apple rolled, his long arm fished out, Ye Mian exclaimed, and his graceful body fell into his lap.

A strong male hormonal aura enveloped her, Ye Mian's cheeks flushed, and she was coquettish: "The dress is wrinkled." ”

Her dress is made of silk fabric, which is easy to wrinkle.

Qiao Zhanbei's thin lips were pressed to her ear, sniffing the seductive woman's fragrance on her body, and her voice was wet, "Then there is Miss Lao Ye." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his wheelchair and drove towards the rest room of the president's office.

Hearing the ambiguity overflowing in his voice, Ye Mian's heart warmed, a month ago, he resisted her taking care of him, and now, he is willing to let her help him change his clothes.

also took the initiative to invite her to be his female companion, accompanied him to the banquet, and showed his face in public, indicating that he had the confidence to be with her.

Qiao Zhanbei has taken time out for rehabilitation every day this month, and has actively seen many famous doctors, both Chinese medicine and Western medicine, acupuncture, hot compresses, rehabilitation, and various therapies have been tried, but with little effect, or almost no effect.

He still had no sensation in his legs.

Fortunately, he received massage from the rehabilitation master every day, and the muscles in his legs did not atrophy too much.

At that time, in the lounge.

Qiao Zhanbei propped his arms on the parallel bars in the lounge, supporting his paralyzed lower body, Ye Mian squatted, bent over again, stood up again, and helped him put on his trousers.

She stood in front of him, her head hanging down, her hands tugging at his belt, and fastening the buckle of the belt.

Ye Mian took the tie, just raised his head, and met his face. The man's cheeks are flushed, his deep dark eyes are dark, and his eyes are dyed with sultry desire.

Her heart fluttered, did she think too much, or did she abstain from sex for too long and think about him? Why does she think that at this moment, he looks lustful and charming?

"Are you hot?" She asked softly with her hand on half of his cheek.

Qiao Zhanbei lowered his eyes, his gaze moved away from her deep V neckline with difficulty, pretending to be calm and composed, and said lightly: "The neckline of your dress is too low." ”

Deep V suspenders, sexy to kill.

Ye Mian Waner, "Those who have fur shoulders, put them on for a while, cover them." ”

He had just been inadvertently flirted with lust by her, and he was in a sober state.

She cleared her throat secretly and concentrated on helping him tie his tie.

The tie knot was pressed against the top of the collar of his shirt, just below the bulging Adam's apple, and her calves were weak with hormones.

This man, even with his legs crippled, still has a fatal attraction to her.

In fact, she understands that even if his legs are crippled, in her eyes, he is still perfect. If you truly love someone, you will fully accept him as he is.

An hour later, Ye Mian pushed Qiao Zhanbei, who was in a wheelchair, and appeared at the dinner scene.

All eyes were on them for a moment.

Under the bright light, the wheelchair exudes a metallic luster, and on the wheelchair, the man is wearing an iron-gray haute couture suit, his snow-jade face is extremely handsome, but the pupils are like a dark pool, bottomless, and there is a coldness between the eyebrows.

This man is the one who has been missing for more than half a year, and he has not seen anyone alive or dead, Qiao Zhanbei, president of Qiao's Group. He was still alive, but with his legs mutilated.

Such a perfect and proud person, who is half paralyzed, must feel uncomfortable and will collapse, right?

Before they saw Qiao Zhanbei, everyone speculated like this.

However, at this time, they could deeply feel the innate kingly aura exuded by Qiao Zhanbei's body, obviously sitting in a wheelchair, but the aura was like sitting on a dragon chair.

The woman behind him, wearing a white silk embroidered dress skirt, embroidered with a delicate butterfly love flower pattern, and the hem is a mulberry silk curl, walking and swaying.

She is draped in long curly hair, a beautiful face, and a small skeleton and slender figure wrapped in a Chinese retro-style dress skirt, showing the softness of oriental women.

Her name is Ye Mian, a national treasure-level master of Suzhou embroidery, and she is also the vice president of Qiao's.

She looks feminine, but she is very strong in her bones. In the half year that Qiao Zhanbei disappeared, she was not like ordinary women, after losing her man, she washed her face with tears all day long, and she wanted to die, or empathize and remarry others.

This Ye Mian, in the case of Qiao's internal and external troubles, picked up the heavy burden, managed a huge group company on behalf of Qiao Zhanbei, and stabilized Qiao's in crisis several times.

Now, Qiao Zhanbei is paralyzed in the lower half of his body and has to spend most of his life in a wheelchair, but she still does not abandon him.

As the saying goes, a successful man has a strong woman behind him.

This Ye Mian is the woman behind Qiao Zhanbei.

Facing everyone's eyes, the corners of Ye Mian's mouth always had a happy smile from the bottom of her heart, she pushed Qiao Zhanbei, and together with him, greeted many familiar business people.

"Mr. Qiao, sister-in-law." Zhou Qishen, Qiao Zhanbei's friend and business partner, greeted them with a wine glass.

He sat down on the sofa and usually looked at Qiao Zhanbei.

Ye Mian raised his glass and nodded to him.

"Where is my sister-in-law, I haven't been forgiven by her yet." Qiao Zhanbei smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said in a helpless and aggrieved tone.

Ye Mian listened to his words, how could he not know that he was taking the opportunity to say this to himself.

"Tut-tut, if I'm not mistaken, it's been more than two years since you both divorced, right? Mr. Qiao hasn't caught up with his wife yet? Miserable, miserable. Zhou Qishen smiled and joked about Qiao Zhanbei.

Qiao Zhan turned his head to the north and looked up at Ye Mian, with an expression on his face that said: I'm so miserable.

He can talk to his friends about them calmly, and say that he really doesn't hold back anymore, right? Ye Mian stretched out his hand and stroked his bewildering cheek.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at her smiling appearance, her heart palpitated, thinking that she was going to agree to get back together, but she only heard her say, "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

He nodded, very confident in her heart, she had forgiven him a long time ago.

Ye Mian came out of the washroom, and saw a woman in a limited-edition haute couture dress, standing against the door frame, her arms clasped to her chest, looking at herself defiantly and contemptuously.

It's Tong Yaoyao.

She didn't give her a second look, walked over to the sink, and bent down to wash her hands.

"Ye Mian, I really don't know whether to call you stupid or that you deserve it, you tried your best to snatch Qiao Zhanbei from me, and now retribution is coming, right? He's not the glamorous president of the beginning, a cripple who has to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, poof......"

The more Tong Yaoyao spoke, the happier she became, and finally couldn't help laughing.

She looked at Ye Mian's indifferent back, and said proudly: "I heard that Qiao Zhanbei is not only paralyzed in both legs, he is also inhumane, Ye Mian, you are going to be a widow and a widow until you die!" ”

Listening to Tong Yaoyao's words, Ye Mian's chest swelled with a vicious aura, she pressed a few pumps of hand sanitizer in her palm, turned around and walked towards Tong Yaoyao.