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

Since Song Zijin's death, the child has been very quiet, even quiet, worrying.

She is only four years old.

As a child, she was dependent on her mother. Song Zijin's death was a great blow to her.

Similarly, for song Zhiyuan, the blow was not small. He half knelt in front of song Zijin's tombstone, his forehead against the cold tombstone, and couldn't move for a long time, just like a weathered statue.

"Song Zhiyuan, the dead are gone, let's be sad and change!" Zhan Yan walked over with an umbrella and covered his big black umbrella over his head. Song Zhiyuan did not move and did not answer.

Zhan Yan looked at the tombstone coldly, and his lips gently aroused a mocking smile, "If I had known today, why should I have! Zijin has suffered a lot in foreign countries these years, otherwise she would not have fallen ill. She is only in her thirties, and her life has come to an end! Song Zhiyuan, it is really her disaster to meet you! If it weren't for you, she should be a happy and carefree Miss Song!"

Song Zhiyuan slowly raised his head and looked at the picture of song Zijin on the tombstone. He trembled, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the woman's cheek on the picture.

She is smiling at him. Now he can't see this dimple, see her bright face, feel her temperature, and hear her call him song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan suddenly felt as if his life was pale.

"Zijin, are you stupid? Why don't you come back to me?! do you know, I've been waiting for you!"

"Because she's tired, she doesn't want to continue with you, and she doesn't want to be your burden again. From the beginning to the end, what Zijin wants is that you song Zhiyuan personally told her that you love her, that's all!"

"I......" Song Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, but his eyes were wet. He was speechless about Zhan Yan's words.

He ruined song Zijin. It's his fault.

Zhan Yan sighed and shook his head helplessly. "Song Zhiyuan, waiting is a very hard thing for a woman! I think Zijin is really tired. Now she finally has a good rest and doesn't have to think about anything!"

Zhan Yan said, turned to song Buhui, took her cold little hand, and said to her in a warm voice, "don't regret, go home with Yan Yan's mother!"

"Hmm!" song Buhui nodded obediently.

Several people went down the mountain and left the cemetery.

Song Zhiyuan didn't go down the mountain. She probably wanted to stay with song Zijin for a while!

Fu Beichen held an umbrella in his hand, opened the door and asked zhanyan to get on the bus with song Buhui. The child was very clever and quiet in zhanyan's arms.

Fu Beichen drove the car and looked through the rear-view mirror at Zhan Yan and song Buhui in the back seat.

Song Buhui still leaned against Zhan Yan's arms, with a pair of beautiful big eyes, foggy and supple long hair scattered around his waist, and a long black and cold dress, as beautiful and lovely as a little princess, but very melancholy. For a child under the age of four, melancholy is an emotion that should not appear at all.

"No regrets, are you hungry? Will your uncle treat you to Western food?" Fu Beichen asked in a warm voice.

Song Buhui looked up at the back of his head, shook his head, and said in a soft and tender voice, "don't regret eating Chinese food, don't regret and mom don't like western food!"