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

"Oh, I can finally understand Yan Yan's sorrow. Even without memory, how can people who once loved so deeply give up and hurt easily!" Fu Beiling smiled indifferently and then looked at him, "so what advice does Mr. Puyang have here?"

Puyangjue's white face was deeply tired and her eyes were full of blood.

"Look at you, Mrs. Fu hasn't come back yet?"

"Yes!"

Day, blue, condensing morning dew, a fresh taste.

In the backyard, the dense banyan branches, clusters of green branches and leaves, exude a faint smell. That pure aroma has been around every corner of the villa.

There was a silence in the hall

Time flows silently like water

The uneasiness in everyone's heart is getting deeper and deeper with the passage of time

When the light of the morning was about to disappear, the door suddenly opened——

Zhan Yan stood at the door, her crystal white face lost its blood color, and her lonely and sad shadow was on the ground.

"Yan Yan..."

Fu Beiling and Kelly hurriedly walked over to hold her. When they met her, there was a cold breath in their hands, which made their heartache unbearable.

Puyang Jue walked slowly to Zhan Yan. When he saw her trembling body, he stretched out his hand, but he had not yet met Zhan Yan, but he saw Zhan Yan look up at him with a faint smile, "what can I do for Mr. Puyang to come here? I was rude last night. I hope Mr. Puyang doesn't care!"

Puyang Jue's hands are petrified. I don't know where to put them in the air? And her words made his heart twitch and painful.

Zhan Yan ignored the gloom in his eyes and passed him indifferently, as if he and she were just a stranger who had nothing to do with each other. "If Mr. Puyang wants to ask for an explanation for his fiancee, I'm waiting for you at any time. Now I want to be alone!"

"Zhan Yan, what kind of woman are you?"

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Zhan Yan turned to look at him and smiled. "Mr. Puyang, are you happy with Shen Suxin?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I said, are you happy with her?"

Puyang Jue looked at her strangely. Her eyes at him were no longer as happy as yesterday, so he said faintly, "maybe very happy!"

"That's good!"

Zhan Yan smiled faintly, then looked at Fu Beiling beside him, "Beiling, help me upstairs!"

Fu Beichen, as long as you say this, I'll be enough. Even if you really can't remember me anymore, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter

Puyang Jue looked pale at Zhan Yan's back turning away. He saw the taste of parting on his slim back. His dark eyes were empty and abnormal, and there was a kind of dead ash, a kind of dead ash that can't be loved.

Before he could react, he heard the voice of the egg in his ear, "Mr. Puyang, please come back. I will be responsible for the hospitalization expenses of Miss Shen, and say sorry to her for me!"

In the white room, the sun shines a few rays of light through the French windows. The fragmented light covers the whole room and is broken.

Zhan Yan stood in front of the French window, her eyes were dim, the sun was quietly caged on her, her pale skin was slightly shiny, but haggard, like a broken glass doll.