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

Fu Beichen smiled calmly, sat down at the table, picked up his glass and drank a mouthful of milk, "well, this problem of lying in bed is like you!"

"Fu Beichen, what do you mean? Do you have a quarrel early in the morning? Your son's shortcomings are like me, and his advantages follow you!" Zhan Yan said unhappily, walked to the table and grabbed the milk in Fu Beichen's hand.

Fu Beichen looked up at her and said seriously, "wife, why are you getting more and more angry recently? Did you enter menopause in advance? Why don't I take you to the hospital tomorrow?"

"Fu Beichen -"

Zhan Yan sat down in the chair and even grabbed the plate of bread in front of him. He didn't intend to let him continue to eat breakfast.

"My great youth and life revolve around you and Xiaole. You two are still angry with me in turn. None of them makes me worry!" Zhan Yan complained and stuffed bread into his mouth.

Fu Beichen looked down at his watch and said to Zhan Yan, "wife, if I don't eat breakfast again, it's too late!"

When Zhan Yanbai looked at him, he handed him the bread and a cup of warm milk again.

Fu Beichen ate breakfast slowly and asked, "wife, what are you going to eat in the evening?"

"I'll call Xiaole this afternoon." Zhan Yan replied casually.

Fu Beichen shrugged and seemed to be used to such an answer. Now the focus of zhanyan's life is Xiaole. Generally, Xiaole will do whatever she wants to eat, and Fu Beichen can only eat with her, and has absolutely no right to say no.

Two years ago, Lin Ma went home to provide for the elderly, and Xiaole was not used to living with strangers at home. Therefore, Zhan Yan basically did the housework and his cooking skills were slowly improving. However, Fu Beichen still didn't want to let Zhan Yan be too tired. She was allowed to cook. It was the lowest standard. As for other jobs, he called hourly workers to do them.

After breakfast, Zhan Yan brought Fu Beichen his coat, stood in front of him and tied him a tie very seriously.

Fu Beichen put on his coat, lowered his head and gently kissed Zhan Yan's cheek. The same farewell ceremony seemed to be a day for several years, but it was perfectly integrated into each other's lives.

After Fu Beichen went to work, Zhan Yan went out to buy vegetables. Xiaole is no longer a little guy. An eight year old boy, half his age, is between ignorance and semi maturity, but Xiaole always looks like a little adult, which often gives Fu Beichen and Zhan Yan a headache.

According to Xiao Le's requirements, Zhan Yan bought the food he wanted to eat and drove back to the villa. As usual, after parking the car, she took out the key to open the door. However, she didn't expect that today, there was a guest she hadn't seen for a long time.

When she was holding the key to open the door, a faint, low pitched voice suddenly came behind her and called, "sister Yan..."

Zhan Yan subconsciously turned back. When the other party's appearance came into her eyes, she was stunned. Then, she was excited. She rushed over excitedly and hugged the comer tightly, "Zijin, is it really you?"

Song Zijin smiled and hugged her back. Her eyes were slightly moist.

They haven't met for four years, but they still feel so familiar.

However, in four years, Zhan Yan didn't change much, but when she held song Zijin, she felt that she was very, very thin, and almost only the skeleton was left.