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

Puyangjue, who was not far away, quickly came to her and held her in her arms with a little worry in her eyes.

"How are you? Does it hurt?"

Shen Suxin looked up at Puyang Jue with difficulty. Tears poured out of her eyes and her body trembled: "Jue, my leg hurts, hurts!"

All the people gathered around, looked at Shen Suxin, and looked upstairs

The beautiful and moving shadow fell into people's eyes. At that moment, everyone couldn't believe that the man was showing his face.

After a few seconds of surprise, the reporter took up the camera in his hand and flashed continuously. Countless bright white lights made the hall noisy

Shen Suxin shrank in Puyang Jue's arms, squinted at him, and frowned.

Zhan Yan came down from upstairs like a walking corpse. Even she didn't know how she came down.

"Anna, did you push Miss Shen downstairs?"

"Anna, why did you do that?"

Two reporters asked her questions unwisely, and their words seemed so righteous.

Zhan Yan didn't speak, but quietly stared at Puyang Jue holding Shen Suxin. His pupils were as dark as night, like stars.

Fu Beichen, even if you lose your memory, you still believe me, don't you?

Believe it!

But why do I see anger in your eyes?

Shen Suxin moved painfully, exhausted his last strength and said, "Jue, don't annoy others. I'm careless!"

Then gently close your eyes.

"Housekeeper, prepare the car!"

Puyang Jue shouted and walked out with Shen Suxin in his arms.

Mrs. Kelly, Fu Beiling and Shen's parents, who were talking in the corner, hurried over when they heard the sound.

In the gorgeous and exquisite hall, the noise is getting louder and louder, and more and more people accuse Zhan Yan

Zhan Yan was in no mood and stood stiff and straight, but when she looked at the back of Puyang Jue who was about to leave, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Fu Beichen, I didn't push her. She fell down by herself!"

Fu Beichen turned his head and looked at Zhan Yan's haggard face. He didn't know he felt heartache, but at the moment he bowed his head, the shocking palm print hurt Puyang Jue's eyes.

At this moment, he believed that Zhan Yan pushed Shen Suxin downstairs.

"Mrs. Fu, Su Xin hasn't said that you pushed her downstairs. Why are you in such a hurry to confess?"

The blurred light was so scattered that he was stunned and began to tremble slightly.

"You don't believe me?!"

Puyang Jue turned and looked at her. He wanted to believe it, but the facts were in front of him. How could he persuade himself to believe it?

After Zhan Yan captured the exact information in his eyes, he smiled with self mockery, and his bright eyes were covered with a layer of white fog: "it turns out that we have always had a deep love and a shallow edge, either through death or separation!"

"Mrs. Fu, I'm Puyang Jue, not Fu Beichen." Puyang Jue's voice is low and depressed, and his eyes never fall on Zhan Yan's face. "You admit your mistake once. I can think you miss too much, but you shouldn't use your sadness to hurt others. Suxin is my fiancee, and I don't allow others to bully her!"

He was stunned and walked out with Shen Suxin in his arms.

Zhan Yan suddenly felt that she had difficulty breathing. Her body seemed to have no support and fell down staggeringly——