Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

Song Zhiyuan said slowly, "I want to ask you, do you know the whereabouts of song Zijin? Has she contacted you?"

"Song Zijin?" Zhan Yan smiled faintly and raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth. "Why? Mr. Song finally remembered that there was such a woman? Or did Mr. Song finally figure it out and want to find Zi Jin?"

"This is between me and her. It's not your turn to interrupt. I just need you to tell me whether you have seen song Zijin, whether she has contacted you, and where is she now?"

"Mr. Song, is this your begging attitude?" gradually, a sneer appeared in Zhan Yan's empty eyes: "even if I know where song Zijin is, I won't tell you that you have failed her too much. She did everything for you, but in the end, she was abandoned by you! Song Zhiyuan slapped him and gave him a piece of sugar. You really did a great job!"

"Show your face -" Song Zhiyuan whispered.

"This is becoming angry?" Zhan Yan smiled. "Song Zhiyuan, some things are lost. There is no way to recover them. In your life, you are destined to owe song Zijin, and you will never be able to repay them!"

Song Zhiyuan was slightly stunned and then looked at the woman sitting opposite him. Although her eyes were blind, she had a momentum that people had to surrender.

It's really the same temperament as Fu Beichen. It's really worthy of being a husband and wife.

Song Zhiyuan suddenly stood up, his face had lost any look, and politely said, "Zhan Yan, I don't want to start with you. You'd better tell me the whereabouts of song Zijin honestly, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite!"

The maid on one side couldn't look down, so she stared at Song Zhiyuan with big eyes: "if you dare to do anything to our young grandmother, our second young master can't spare you!"

Song Zhiyuan stood there, his back shaking in vain, and said indifferently, "Fu Beiling? Thought I would be afraid of him?"

"Song Zhiyuan, let's go. I don't know where song Zijin is. Don't make a noise here. I'm upset!" Zhan Yan, who hasn't spoken for a long time, said quietly, with his eyes as quiet as the sea.

"You didn't lie to me?" Song Zhiyuan frowned slightly.

"Why should I lie to you? What's the advantage of lying to you?" Zhan Yan smiled, her eyes shining like stars, and then she turned to sit on the swing outside.

But thinking of song Zijin, she still couldn't bear it. The light in her eyes was dim, leaving only darkness and coldness.

"If you really know you're wrong, if you really want to make up for it, you have to find Zijin quickly. Her situation is not very good!"

"What's wrong with her?" Song Zhiyuan asked nervously.

With a curved lip, she smiled indifferently, "she's pregnant with your child. As for whether she's doing well, I really don't know!"

Song Zhiyuan was shocked. Then he didn't say anything. He walked directly and was ready to leave. He could see Zhan Yan's eyes, but he still paused. He said, "Zhan Yan, I know an authoritative ophthalmologist, but please ask him to show you your eyes. There may be hope of recovery!"

After a long pause, Zhan Yan was stunned for a long time. She whispered, "no, I'm also very good. I'm used to it!"

"That's up to you!" with that, song Zhiyuan left the villa.