In the bedroom, Qiao Zhanbei sat in an ergonomic wheelchair specially customized for him, with a seat belt around his waist, and he was wearing dark blue home clothes, which made his skin look even more pale.

His face was as handsome as ever, three-dimensional as it had been carved, but it was slightly pale and haggard.

Ye Mian came out of the cloakroom, and when he glanced at him inadvertently, his heart couldn't help but throb when he saw him.

No matter what he becomes, she can still be as moved by him as she was when she first met. She pursed her lips and smiled, and in the light, he looked like a broken beauty.

She approached him and put the blanket over his lap.

He was a particular person, and he didn't want to eat in bed, so he asked the nurse to carry him out of bed, settle him in a wheelchair, and after some tossing, his face was lumped.

But he ate very well, she fed a mouthful, and he took a bite.

"What does it taste like? It's the first time I've made fried noodles, and Aunt Wu taught me how to make them step by step. Ye Mian took a disinfectant wipe and helped him wipe the sauce off the corner of his mouth.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at the bowl in her hand, still unsatisfied, nodded and said, "It's better than Aunt Wu's cooking." ”

"Really?" Ye Mian asked in a raised voice, with a tone of disbelief.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at her, with a look of "Why am I lying to you?" Expression.

Watching him eat the jajangmyeon he made with relish, she was very relieved and in a much better mood.

Ye Mian returned to the kitchen, mixed the remaining small half bowl of noodles for herself, and sat alone in the huge dining room of the villa, she sandwiched the noodles, just took a bite, she was so salty that she frowned, and a faint bitter feeling spread between her lips and teeth.

It's salty, and when the sauce is fried, it's too hot and a little bitter.

Where is it like he said, it is better than Aunt Wu's cooking?

It's obviously unpalatable, but he still eats so much, it's to make her happy.

Ye Mian was so moved that her nose was sore, her throat was blocked, she picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat noodles, feeling sad in her heart, everything she ate tasted the same.

As she ate, she pushed away the dishes and chopsticks, lay on the table, and broke down and sobbed again.

She was sad alone for a while before she went upstairs, Qiao Zhanbei had been taken care of by the nurse and lay down, and after she went to wash up, she returned to the bed.

The man on the bed slept peacefully and calmly, and he should be tired after such a long flight.

She spread out his arms, lay down, and pillowed his arms, and now, without worrying about paralyzing his arms. She tugged at his other arm and wrapped it around her waist.

She was lying on her side, his arms heavy and pressed against her waist, a very solid and secure feeling.

Ye Mian raised her leg and pressed it on Qiao Zhanbei's leg, her whole body leaned on him, and between her snorts was the masculine breath on his body, she closed her eyes and carefully felt the feeling of snuggling up to him at this moment, and the happiness of being "hugged" by him.

Don't think about tomorrow, don't think he'll die, just live in the moment.

She soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the past two days, the villa was full of people, and after learning that Qiao Zhanbei was terminally ill, Qiao's family was in a mess, and his relatives were devastated.

Old Mrs. Qiao, who was already in poor health, couldn't believe that her eldest grandson who could escape death after falling off the cliff was dying, she personally went to Qiao Zhanbei and Ye Mian's small home, and when she saw the current physical condition of her eldest grandson, she immediately fainted.

After some rescue, Grandma Qiao was admitted to the ICU.

Qingming, cemetery cemetery.

Ye Mian was dressed in black, wearing sunglasses, and placed a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone of Qiao's father Qiao Jinyu, and a bouquet of flowers with rich and elegant colors in front of the tombstone of Qiao's mother Tang Wanzhou.

Qiao's mother didn't like things in the underworld when she was alive, and she remembered them all.

She knelt on the ground, placed fruits and other tributes, took out three pillars of incense, and lit them.

Behind her, her aunt Qiao Jinlan cried and said, "Jinyu, Wanzhou, if you have a spirit in the sky, open your eyes and bless our family!" Our mom is lying in the intensive care unit! Your Zhanbei, Zhanbei is dying......"

"What kind of sin is our family doing, woo...... Zhanbei, he is only twenty-nine years old this year! ”

Listening to her aunt's cry, two lines of tears slowly flowed down from behind Ye Mian's sunglasses, she knelt up straight, and stroked Tang Wanzhou's photo with her hand.

I said silently in my heart: Mother Qiao, you tell me, what should I do? I don't want him dead.

"Jinhuai, you have great powers, didn't you find a famous doctor to cure the disease in Zhanbei?" Qiao Jinlan turned her head to look at Qiao Jinhuai and asked crying.

Qiao Jinhuai took off her sunglasses and gave her a look, telling her not to cry in front of Ye Mian, and teach her to be more sad.

"What kind of eyes are you making at me, can't I still care about Zhanbei?"

Ye Mian understood, stood up, and said in a calm tone: "Auntie, the famous doctors and the doctors in the rivers and lakes who have come and gone to us in the past few days have all been invited by the second uncle, and they all say that there is no way to return to the sky. ”

"Zhanbei ......" Hearing this, Qiao Jinlan cried again.

Listening to her aunt's crying, Ye Mian's throat choked, she didn't cry, and comforted her a few words.

"Ye Mian, the disease of Zhanbei...... You prepare for the worst. You two still have unfulfilled wishes, things that you haven't been able to do, go to realize them as soon as possible, and don't leave regrets. Qiao Jinhuai called Ye Mian aside and said with a heavy heart.

Worst-case scenario.

Ye Mian's throat tightened, suppressed the pain in his heart, and said seriously: "Second uncle, I understand." ”

After a few people finished worshipping, they walked out of the cemetery.

In the parking lot, Ye Mian accidentally saw a familiar car, Jeep Grand Cherokee, with the license plate ending in "44", which was the car of Mr. Lu and Lu Yu.

She didn't take it to heart, said goodbye to her second uncle and aunt, and got into the car by herself.

In the car, Lu Yu and a noble lady who was over half a hundred years old and still had charm, after seeing that Qiao's family had all left, they got out of the car and went to Qiao Jinyu's cemetery.

Embroidery Pavilion, Master didn't come to work for another day, Jiang Xun looked at her workstation in a daze.

Why does she take time off every day? What's wrong?

The young man's narrow peach blossom eyes were full of loneliness.

At this moment, the wind chimes on the curtain rang, and in an instant, the master he was thinking about appeared in his field of vision.

"Master." Jiang Xun stood up suddenly, and he shouted happily.

A tall and thin boy, wearing an off-white sweater, with a handsome face, dyed with a warm smile, warm and harmless, seeing him, the corners of Ye Mian's lips rose.

"Xiaoxun, I'll get something, I can't embroider with you today." She looked at him and whispered.

Jiang Xun's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but ask with concern: "You, what's wrong with you?" ”

She didn't apply powder today, and her eyes were red and swollen on her plain face, as if she had cried.

He felt his nose suddenly sore.

Ye Mian walked to the side of the display case, took out the embroidered painting, and put it in his bag.

"Your master, his ...... Xiaoxun, I can't tell you clearly for a while, I have something at home recently, and I won't come here, you can embroider your "Guanyin" well. ”

She walked up to Jiang Xun, reached out and patted his arm, and encouraged.

"Master, what's wrong with him?" Jiang Xun said with concern.

He ...... Next time, I'll be in a hurry to get home. You're good, don't worry me. She said and quickly left the workshop.

As soon as Ye Mian entered the courtyard of the villa, a group of business elites in suits and leather shoes came out of the villa with briefcases, and when they saw her, they nodded one after another, "Mr. Ye." ”

It's Joe's executive.

After nodding to them, she entered the villa and just pushed open the door of the study on the third floor.

She saw the man in a wheelchair facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

Ye Mian took out the painting from his bag and walked towards him.

Hearing the familiar footsteps that belonged to her, the corners of Qiao Zhanbei's lips rose, and at the same time, a sour feeling came to her heart.

Ye Mian fell from behind him and lay on his shoulder intimately, his heart pounding, "Brother Qiao, I have something for you." ”