Qiao Zhanbei.

Position: President

Qiao's Group Co., Ltd.

In the cold wind, Ye Mian's frozen red hands pinched a business card with a simple and high-end design, and looking at the words on the business card, she read silently in her heart.

Qiao Zhanbei held his breath and stared nervously at her reaction, with mixed feelings in his heart, not knowing whether to expect her to think of herself, or to be afraid of stimulating her......

His heart hung in his throat again.

Ye Mian took out a free hand, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, unlocked it with face recognition, entered the mobile phone number on her business card, and dialed.

Qiao Zhanbei's mobile phone rang, it was a low-key chord music, and it only rang once, and then it quieted down.

He pulled out his phone.

Ye Mian looked at him with a smile on his face, he was looking down at the phone screen.

She raised her voice and said, "Mr. Qiao, this is my mobile phone number, please Save it." ”

Mr. Qiao.

Her clear voice came, and this "Mr. Qiao" taught him to tighten his throat and choke up.

Remembering when she was his assistant.

It's just that she doesn't remember it at all.

Qiao Zhanbei saved her new mobile phone number.

He raised his head, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and by the light of the fountain, he looked at her bright and beautiful face, and said softly: "Since we are friends, don't be polite to me." ”

Ye Mian pursed her lips and smiled, looking at the man in front of her, although she had lost her memory, she understood that it was a listed company.

As she had guessed before, he was a bigwig-level figure.

I've only met twice, so I want to be friends with her, and I take care of her like this, and so is she herself, and I can't help but agree just now.

"Mr. Qiao, thank you for sending me back, thank you for your coat." Ye Mian was still polite to him, and she was also grateful to him from the bottom of her heart, and she was about to take off her coat as she spoke.

Qiao Zhanbei opened his mouth to stop her, "Wait, send the Buddha to the west, the rain is still falling, I'll send you into the hotel." ”

She didn't say anything polite to him, and nodded with a smile.

In the small square, many pedestrians stopped and took pictures of the sky with their mobile phones.

Ye Mian said happily: "It's snowing." ”

She stepped out from under the black umbrella, spread out her palms, caught the snowflakes, and felt the cool feeling of the snowflakes slowly melting after falling on her palms.

Qiao Zhanbei took the umbrella and looked at her.

At this time, she tilted her chin up, closed her eyes, and let the snowflakes fall on her face, and the corners of her mouth rose as happy as a child.

She has a graceful and slender neck, fair skin, and bright and clear eyes.

Realizing that someone was still waiting for her, Ye Mian looked at him.

Qiao Zhanbei smiled at her, stepped forward, held an umbrella for her, and sent her into the hotel until the elevator.

"Goodbye, Mr. Joe."

After Ye Mian entered the elevator, he smiled and waved at him.

"Good night."

The moment the elevator door closed, Qiao Zhanbei looked at her face in the elevator and said "good night" to her with his mouth.

Ye Mian returned to her room, there seemed to be the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on the man's coat and the warm male body temperature on her body, she leaned back against the door, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of her lips were curled.

Lowered his eyes and looked at the business card in his hand.

Qiao Zhanbei.

His name is Qiao Zhanbei.

She pulled out her phone and deposited his phone number in her business card holder.

Late at night, the snow was still falling, and the courtyard was already covered with a thin layer of snow, Qiao Zhanbei put on his coat, walked on the red brick paved ground, and entered the western-style building.

This is the other business he bought in Sioux City before, and he brought Ye Mian here before.

As soon as he entered, a middle-aged woman stepped forward, took his coat, and hung it on a hanger.

"Is Jojo back?" Qiao Zhanbei asked lightly.

"Sir, after dinner, Mr. Xu sent the little lady back, the little girl hasn't slept yet, and the sister-in-law has been coaxing." The servant said respectfully.

Qiao Zhanbei raised his wrist and looked at his watch, it was already half past ten.

Jojo never goes to bed at nine o'clock.

Could it be that you are not feeling well?

The man frowned and walked briskly upstairs, the soles of his leather shoes making a dull sound on the mahogany staircase.

Not long ago, he saw Qiao Qiao sullen all day long, and asked her, but she didn't say anything. He was worried that the villain was lonely and had no one to play with, so he sent her to Sioux City and the Xu family, with her sister Nuan Nuan as a companion.

Qiao Zhanbei quickly entered Qiao Qiao's room and told his sister-in-law to go out.

In the bedroom, the retro green table lamp emits a dim light.

Little Jojo was facing the wall, lying on her side, covered with a quilt, and her long hair was scattered.

Her shoulders shook, and her crying could be faintly heard, barely audible.

Seeing that his baby daughter was crying quietly, Qiao Zhanbei's heart suddenly twitched.

For the first time, he saw little Jojo, who had an independent and strong personality, crying.

Qiao Zhanbei sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned forward, looked at the little man with lowered eyes, and asked softly: "Qiaoqiao, good, baby, what's wrong?" Daddy is back. ”

The little girl's long black curly eyelashes were covered with crystal clear tears, which kept rolling down the inner corners of her eyes.

The little man made a suppressed low choking sound in his throat, which really tugged at people's hearts.

Qiao Zhanbei was distressed: "Be good, tell Dad, what's wrong?" ”

Jojo turned her face, "Dad, I want Mom, I want Mom, I want Mom, I want to sleep, where is she?" I miss her...... Woo...... I want to sleep......"

The villain sobbed and said, a pair of big black eyes, full of tears, kept rolling down. The delicate little face was swollen red with tears, crawling with tears.

Listening to the words of the baby girl, Qiao Zhanbei's heart was like a knife.

He thought that Qiaoqiao, who had a cold and arrogant personality and never adhered to adults, would not be sad without her mother by her side, she had never even kissed her mother.

It used to be Ye Mian to please her.

Qiao Zhanbei's eyes were hot and moist, and he turned his face away to suppress his tears.

He picked up his baby daughter and coaxed softly: "Qiaoqiao, your mother is in Sioux City now, she is very healthy and happy, we don't worry about her anymore, go to bed early, it's snowing outside, Dad will take you to build a snowman tomorrow, okay?" ”

When it comes to building snowmen, Jojo misses her mother even more.

In her vague memory, her mother took her to build a snowman together.

"Dad, you take me to her, I'm going to find Mianmian now, I'm going, I'm going." Little Jojo said, stretching out his arm in the direction of the door, and the little body was about to break away from his arms.

It was the first time Qiao Zhanbei saw Qiao Qiao so willful, in the final analysis, she was only a two or three-year-old child, and it was the first time she had left her mother for so long since she was born.

He hugged the little girl tightly, patted her back gently with his big hand, and coaxed her: "Qiaoqiao, Dad told you that Mom doesn't remember us, and we can't recognize her, otherwise, the monster in her body will be awakened, and Mom won't be Mom." ”

Ye Mian was hypnotized and erased all the memories in her subconscious, but the psychiatrist did not dare to guarantee that she would not be stimulated again and remember those memories of hating him.

For three months, he didn't dare to get close to her, didn't dare to recognize her, on the one hand, in her eyes, he was already a stranger, and what was even more afraid was that it would stimulate her.

Jojo's sobbing sound became smaller and smaller, but the tears fell more fiercely, she turned her face and lay on her father's shoulder, pouting, "Dad, I still miss my mother......"

Listening to his daughter's crying, Qiao Zhanbei couldn't resist it, he coaxed softly: "Good, Dad will take you to see Mom tomorrow, but we said okay, we can only look at her quietly." ”

Jojo walked away from his shoulder, looking at his father's face with teary eyes, and she raised her little thumb to hook up with him.

Qiao Zhan Beiguaner: "Pull the hook." ”

Qiaoqiao choked for a long time before she gradually fell asleep in her father's arms.

Looking at the sleeping little baby with dry tears on her face, Qiao Zhanbei lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.

*

The garden after the snow is beautiful.

Qiao Zhanbei hugged Xiao Qiaoqiao, stood behind a white wall, and looked at the pavilion in the middle of the lake through the hollow flower window.

"Jojo, look, your mother is in that pavilion."

Little Jojo craned her neck and looked out the window at the pavilion, where she saw her mother.

"Mom!"

Jojo struggled to break free from his father's arms, shouted, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he ran out of the fan-shaped doorway of the wall.

"Jojo—"

Qiao Zhanbei shouted in a low voice and strode to catch up.

"Mom, Mommy......" After Jojo ran out, he saw the woman in the pavilion, crying and shouting, and ran faster.

Ye Mian, who was taking pictures with her camera, heard the little girl's cry, her heart ached inexplicably, she put down the camera and followed the voice.