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

Zhan Yan felt that he was almost a foil to them.

Fu Beichen, the head of the kindergarten, the director and the teacher came out to meet him.

Zhan Yan knew that Fu Beichen paid a lot of money to the kindergarten every year in order to let Xiaole get better care.

Watching a group of four or five-year-old children play football is definitely different from watching professional football games. It's childish and ridiculous.

But the small players on the court, one by one, looked very focused and serious, and looked eager to try.

The adults present acted as the audience, shouting cheers for their children, and the atmosphere was very warm.

Zhan Yan sat in the audience and didn't shout like other parents, but her eyes kept following Xiaole.

Looking at him wearing a ball uniform, sweating on the court and constantly directing his teammates, his calm appearance is a bit of Fu Beichen's demeanor.

"Fu Beichen, your son is still the main athlete!" Zhan Yan smiled and looked at the man beside him.

"That's, don't look whose son it is!" Fu Beichen stretched out his hand and gently hugged zhanyan's shoulder.

"Look, those little girls are almost shouting for your son!"

"Well, it's like me too!" Fu Beichen said solemnly.

"Fu Beichen, can you be modest?" Zhan Yan smiled faintly!

Fu Beichen Wen smiled, but stretched out his hand to hold her hand and held it in the palm of his hand.

Two people snuggle up and watch their son run so fast in the field. This is the best time.

At half-time, many children run back to their parents, and Xiaole is no exception.

He sweated a lot and his uniform was soaked. Fu Beichen wiped his forehead with a towel.

"Yancheng, here you are!" a little girl in a beautiful princess dress came to Xiaole and handed a bottle of mineral water to Xiaole.

Xiaole didn't pinch at all. He took it directly and said faintly, "thank you!"

The little girl ran back to her parents with a red face.

Zhan Yan smiled, shook his head, reached out and pushed Xiaole's forehead, "smelly boy, how old is it to provoke girls!"

"Mom, your son is so popular. There's no way!" Xiaole said smellily.

After Xiaole played again, not long after, a chubby middle-aged man came to Fu Beichen and Zhan Yan.

Obviously, it's a close relationship.

"President Fu, Hello, I'm the general manager of Li's group!"

"Hmm!" Fu Beichen replied indifferently and continued the competition in the stands, but the men around him were very noisy.

"Well, I'm the father of the little girl just now. I think my daughter and the other childe seem to have a good relationship. Maybe we can climb up in the future!"

Fu Beichen frowned and looked at the man. "The child is only a few years old. It seems too early to say these. Sorry, I'll go out and answer the phone!"

Fu Beichen shook his cell phone symbolically and got up to leave.

Zhan Yan looked at Fu Beichen's tall back, and her eyebrows were slightly screwed together. She was not in the mood to watch the game, so she got up and went out to find Fu Beichen.

After a long turn, I found that he was actually standing on the roof of the building.

"That's why you don't like to see Xiaole's game?" Zhan Yan walked over and stopped behind Fu Beichen.