The little man carved in pink and jade, her warm little hands held her fingers tightly, as if she was afraid that as soon as she let go, she would run away.

She was still shaking her arms and pleading.

Ye Mian's throat was choked and distressed, she bent over, picked up Qiao Qiao with difficulty, entered the hotel lobby, and sat down on the sofa in the corner.

Qiao Zhanbei quickly followed, he walked up to Ye Mian, bent down to hug Qiao Qiao, the little girl was holding her mother like a koala, and she didn't want to let go.

"I'm going to be with Mianmian." After Xiao Qiaoqiao finished speaking willfully, her face was buried in her mother's arms, and her little shoulders kept shaking.

Hearing Qiao Qiao's suppressed low cry in his arms, Ye Mian's nose was sour, and he patted her back lightly with pity, and coaxed softly: "Qiao Qiao, don't cry, Auntie is with you tonight." Let's go back to Auntie's room now, shall we? ”

Jojo poked her head out of her arms, pouted, and said, "Good ......"

Looking at Qiao Qiao like this, Qiao Zhanbei was also very distressed. He, a little princess with a strong personality, never cried before, this is really missing her mother.

Since Ye Mian had already agreed, he didn't persuade Qiao Qiao again.

He hugged the little man and entered the hotel elevator with Ye Mian, and after a while, he arrived at her room.

Ye Mian lives in a suite, with a double bedroom in the inner room and a living room in the outer room. As soon as she returned to the room, little Qiaoqiao fell asleep, and she helped her take off her coat, sweater, and leggings, leaving only autumn clothes and autumn pants.

Helping her cover the quilt, she looked at the angelic sleeping face of the little baby, couldn't help but kiss it, and then came out of the bedroom.

The man, dressed in a dark suit, faced the huge floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the night scene outside the window in distraction, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ye Mian walked to the cabinet and took a glass of warm boiled water.

Hearing the sound of "booming" running water, Qiao Zhanbei came back to his senses and turned to look at her.

She wears an off-white V-neck cashmere sweater, a black skirt over the lower body, black booties, and long hair in a bun with a shark clip tucked behind her head.

Holding a glass in his hand, with a smile on his face, as gentle and gentle as before, it is touching.

"Mr. Qiao, sit down and drink a glass of water, Qiao Qiao is asleep, sleeping quite soundly, don't worry." Ye Mian put down the glass of water, smiled at him, and said warmly.

The man walked towards this side, frowning lightly, with a guilty face, looked at her and said, "I'm really causing you trouble tonight, Qiaoqiao, she rarely cries, she cries, I really can't do anything about her." ”

"Trouble again, you asked me not to be polite to you in the afternoon." Ye Mian replied with a smile, "I can't see Qiaoqiao crying, I can't bear her to cry, and I like her very much." ”

It can be seen that this big guy loves his daughter very much.

Qiao Zhanbei nodded, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "It's not early, don't disturb your rest, I'll go back first, and come over to pick her up early tomorrow." ”

Saying this, looking at her who was only a few steps away, he really wanted to be like Qiaoqiao and not leave.

Ye Mian sent him to the entrance.

She stood in the room, holding the doorknob in one hand and rubbing her neck with the other, "Mr. Qiao, don't send it." ”

Qiao Zhanbei was about to say goodbye to her, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help but ask with concern: "Your neck, is it uncomfortable?" ”

"Well, the cervical spine is not very good. Goodbye, Mr. Joe. I'll take care of Jojo, don't worry. She replied casually, smiled, and closed the door.

Ye Mian turned his stiff and sore neck, and felt a "rattle" sound inside, because he was in too much of a hurry some time ago, and he bowed his head for too long.

Back in the bedroom, looking at the little baby lying on the bed, the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise.

She was actually "laid" by a little girl who was three or four years old, and she actually liked her so much, from the bottom of her heart.

Ye Mian carefully tucked the quilt for Qiao Qiao, patted the quilt gently, and made the quilt more obedient, before she went to the bathroom to wash.

It's late at night.

She finished showering and drying her hair, and it was almost 11 o'clock.

Just came out of the bathroom and heard the sound of the mobile phone vibrating, Ye Mian took out the mobile phone from the bag, and the screen displayed: Mr. Qiao.

It's Qiao Zhanbei.

Is he worried about Jojo?

Ye Mian turned his stiffer, more sore neck, and walked to the outside phone.

"Mr. Joe—"

"Sleeping? I'm outside the door of your room. ”

The man's deep, magnetic voice came.

Ye Mian looked at the door, with a puzzled expression, she didn't understand why he came back so late, she put down her phone, walked to the back of the door, and saw his handsome face through the cat's eye.

She wrapped the hem of her bathrobe, pulled down the burglar chain, and turned the doorknob.

"Mr. Qiao, how are you—please come in first." Ye Mian hesitated, but still invited him in.

He was only wearing a thin suit, and his coat should still be in the car, carrying an environmentally friendly paper bag.

Qiao Zhanbei entered the room and stared at her, "When I bought toothpaste and toothbrush for Qiao Qiao, I passed by the pharmacy and bought you some plasters, you can try it first, if it's not good, I'll help you find a massage therapist or an acupuncturist to see." ”

Buying toothpaste and toothbrushes is passing by, and buying plasters is a special trip.

Ye Mian looked at the pharmacy paper bag he handed over, stunned, and was stunned for a few seconds before taking it.

She just replied to him casually, and he actually took it to heart.

She looked up at him, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Qiao Zhanbei faced her like a hibiscus, with a pink perfect goose egg in the white, sucking the warm and sweet fragrance of her body after bathing, the Adam's apple rolled, and chuckled: "You're going to be polite to me again?" ”

Ye Mian also smiled, she didn't speak, and took out the plaster from the paper bag, "I'll try it." ”

"I'll go in and take a look at Jojo." Qiao Zhanbei said and entered the bedroom.

Ye Mian stood by the mirror at the entrance, holding the plaster in her hand, lowered her head, and stuck it to the back of her neck, but she had been enough for a long time, and she didn't reach the sore position.

"I'll come."

The man's slightly frosted voice came from behind her, and the warm breath sprayed on the back of her neck, crispy and tickling......

Ye Mian's heartbeat skipped a beat, and his breathing became short.

He took the plaster in her hand, and through the mirror in front of her, a tall man was standing behind her, his face was expressionless, his dark eyes drooping, and one hand gently ruffled her hair.

The hair brushed against her skin, as if it was brushing from the tip of her heart, rippling and throbbing.

The man's fingertips pressed against her cervical vertebrae, which was the most sore place, and she screamed "whoop".

Qiao Zhanbei raised his eyebrows and asked seriously: "Here?" ”

His hand pressed that spot again.

"Hmm...... That's it, this is it. Ye Mian gritted his teeth lightly.

Not only does it hurt, but it also feels very sour.

Listening to her ambiguous and coquettish voice, Qiao Zhanbei's throat couldn't help but tighten.