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

"I said, can't you be serious?" zhanyan shyly pushed him away, just about to escape, but Fu Beichen took a step faster and hugged her in his arms.

"You have no choice today!" Fu Beichen said overbearing. The hand around Zhan Yan's waist is a little irregular.

Zhan Yan struggled in his arms for a while, and finally had to beg for mercy, "Okay, okay, can't I promise you? Really, I lost to you!"

"Let's go!" Fu Beichen took Zhan Yan's hand and went to the presidential suite below.

Looking at Fu Beichen's appearance, Zhan Yan couldn't help being curious. How much energy does this man have?

Or excess energy?

The next morning, neither of them had plans to leave. Fu Beichen called room service and planned to enjoy a warm morning in the room with Zhan Yan. However, this beautiful plan was broken by a burst of urgent mobile phone ringing.

Fu Beichen answered the phone, his face suddenly sank down, picked up the suit on the sofa and put it on him.

"What's the matter?" Zhan Yan asked eagerly when he saw that his face was wrong.

Fu Beichen put his palm on her shoulder and said with an ugly face, "Yan Yan, listen to me. Don't worry. Xiaole is ill!"

"What? Sick? What disease, serious? In which hospital?"

Zhan Yan held his hand tightly. It's strange if he's not in a hurry. Xiaole is her life. A little illness and pain are like digging her heart.

"Nothing. Don't worry too much about the high fever caused by the recent flu!" Fu Beichen comforted in a warm voice.

But zhanyan didn't listen to him at all. She wouldn't listen to what Fu Beichen said until she saw the child.

"It's all you. You have to make a confession and do this mysterious thing. Even if you finish it, I say you won't go home and throw Xiaole to Weiliang! Weiliang is a pregnant woman who needs someone to take care of her. How can she take care of her children? Fu Beichen, I tell you, what does my son want? I'm not finished with you!"

Zhan Yan said, and his eyes were a little red.

"Don't worry, Yan Yan, don't worry. Let's go to the hospital first and talk about it when we get to the hospital!"

Fu Beichen and Zhan Yan go to the hospital. Xiaole is lying in the pediatric ward. She is pathetic. Her face is as pale as paper. There is an infusion tube on the back of her hand.

Leng Yichen and ye Weiliang met their child's illness for the first time. They were in a hurry. They all stayed in the ward and didn't dare to walk away.

Zhan Yan hurried in with his eyes red and asked eagerly, "how's Xiaole? How's he?"

"Zhan Yan, don't worry. The fever has gone away. You can leave the hospital after observation!" Leng Yichen replied.

Zhan Yan came to the hospital bed and painfully held the child's little hand. Xiao le was still asleep. Her face was very poor and she looked weak. When zhanyan's heart hurts, tears fall down.

"What's the matter? I was fine yesterday. Why did I get sick today?"

Ye Weiliang took out a paper towel, handed it over and replied, "yes, Xiao le was fine when he came back last night, but he suddenly began to have a high fever at night. If ah Chen hadn't been sleeping with him, he wouldn't have found it!"

Zhan Yan's hand gently covered the child's forehead. Fortunately, the fever has subsided.

Ye Weiliang looked at Zhan Yan's worried look, went up to pat her on the shoulder, and said softly, "don't worry, the fever has gone away, and there should be no big problem. The doctor said that the flu is more serious recently, and it should be accidentally infected in the kindergarten. Don't let Xiao Le go to the kindergarten these days and keep it at home!"