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

"What nonsense? In a hundred years, I will accompany you and grow old together!" Fu Beichen pasted his face gently with her.

"OK, it's a deal!" Zhan Yan smiled, stretched out his little finger, and actually planned to pull a hook with him.

"Really naive, I don't think you are much bigger than Xiaole!" Fu Beichen despised Zhan Yan's childish behavior, but insincerely stretched out his little finger and hooked her.

Two people pull the hook and seal, even if it's a deal.

They lay on the sofa together, the curtain of the French window was half open, and they snuggled up to each other to look at the stars in the sky outside the window.

Zhan Yan said that in fact, people are like stars in the sky. At first, they travel alone, and then meet the destined people on the destined track.

Fu Beichen smiled faintly and felt that women were really sentimental animals.

Unconsciously, the time had passed 12 o'clock. Fu Beichen picked her up and prepared to go back to the bedroom upstairs to have a rest.

After returning to the bedroom, Zhan Yan went to take a bath first. When she came out of the bathroom, Fu Beichen was sitting at the head of the bed and looking through the documents.

Zhan Yan was wearing a beige soft Nightgown, holding a towel in his hand and wiping his wet hair.

She went to Fu Beichen, grabbed the documents in his hand and threw them aside. "Didn't she say to spend my wedding night with me today? Are you still in the mood to read the documents?"

Fu Beichen Wen smiled and pointed to the wall clock, "wife, it's past twelve o'clock and the wedding night is over!"

Zhan Yan glared at him angrily, opened the quilt and put on the bed, "if you are so dedicated, then you don't sleep. You go to the study to continue working. Don't disturb me. You know, my sleep quality has always been bad!"

The woman is always cloudy and sunny now. Fu Beichen smiled helplessly, lying in bed with her and hugged her, "well, I won't look at it. I'll accompany you, okay?"

With that, he reached out and turned off the wall lamp at the head of the bed. The darkness enveloped the whole room in an instant——

Originally lying quietly in Fu Beichen's arms, Zhan Yan suddenly pushed him away, felt the switch in panic and lit the lamp again.

She curled up and sat at the head of the bed, her chest undulating violently, her breath gasping, and her forehead even penetrated a layer of fine sweat. She was still afraid, afraid of the dark, almost a conditioned reflex.

"Yan Yan..." Fu Beichen sat up from the bed, stretched out his arms and took her trembling body into his arms, comforting her gently.

He knows that claustrophobia is a mental disease, which can't be cured by saying good.

"Yan Yan, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm right beside you, and my parents don't want to see you in the sky!" Fu Beichen's palm dragged Zhan Yan's small face, forcing her eyes to look directly at him.

Heart disease still needs heart medicine. Zhanyan's heart disease may never be cured. The only thing he can do is to be with her.

Their eyes collided with each other, and bright tears filled zhanyan's clear eyes, like dazzling glass beads. Fu Beichen stared at her quietly, and then held her in his arms, "Yanyan, I will always be by your side!"

While talking, he put her hand on his chest and pressed it against his chest, "do you feel my heartbeat? It's always beating only for you. Without you, it won't jump again!"