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

Song Buhui's painting is completely outlined in pencil. Looking at it in gray, it looks so desolate.

Zhan Yan walked over without saying anything, but gently closed the picture book and coaxed song not to regret sleeping.

After the child slept, she returned to the master bedroom. Fu Beichen was still taking a bath in the bathroom, and there was a clear sound of water flow.

Zhan Yan sat by the bed, his eyes somewhat lax and fell into meditation. He didn't even notice Fu Beichen coming to her.

"What do you think? So serious!" Fu Beichen sat down beside her and naturally put his hand around Zhan Yan's waist.

Zhan Yan returned to his mind, looked up at him, and sighed with emotion. "I have a lot of feelings about Zijin's death! If song Zhiyuan knew that it would cause today's situation, he wouldn't have let go of Zijin's hand so easily at the beginning! Now people are gone, so he knows later that he wants to repent and cherish. What's the meaning!"

Fu Beichen smiled calmly, hugged her in his arms, and his chin touched her head. "Unfortunately, there are too many people like song Zhiyuan in the world. They always stubbornly insist on what they shouldn't insist on, and easily give up what they shouldn't give up!"

"What about you? Should you be glad you didn't give up on me?" Zhan Yan looked up at him with a shallow, soft smile.

"Hmm!" Fu Beichen nodded and pecked on her lips. "Fortunately, we didn't give up each other! When I didn't see myself clearly, you always insisted. When you were tired, I didn't stubbornly let go. Yan Yan, do you feel happy now?"

"Of course, of course!" Zhan Yan nodded seriously. The smile on the corner of his lips is too full and overflowing happiness.

Now, they have children and women, and their life is complete.

"As long as you are happy, Yan Yan, in this life, I am very lucky to come to the end with you!"

Zhan Yan smiled, "me too, Fu Beichen. Fortunately, I didn't give up on you!"

"Well, sleep!"

The next day, Fu Beichen and Zhan Yan just got up. Zhan Yan was ready to send song Buhui to work after dinner. Fu Beichen was ready to go to the company, but before he went out, Fu Beichen received a call from Leng Yichen. The voice in the phone was very worried, "Beichen, song Zhiyuan is dead!"

"How could it?" Fu Beichen frowned slightly, and then looked at Zhan Yan and song Bu regret, especially when he saw song Bu regret, he had some sympathy in his eyes.

"Last night, he threw himself into the sea with song Zijin's photo frame, and he left a will to give song's family to you to take care of, and then give it back to her when song Zijin grew up!" Leng Yichen's voice was faint, with a trace of disappointment. "Unexpectedly, song Zhiyuan trusted you most!"

"Did you find the body?" Fu Beichen asked indifferently.

"Well, it was salvaged by fishermen this morning and called the police. Are you going to bury her as a family member?"

Fu Beichen didn't speak, just smiled faintly, and then hung up the phone.

On the same day, Fu Beichen went to take song Zhiyuan's body away, took it to the crematorium for cremation, and then buried his ashes with song Zijin. Although they couldn't live together, let them die together!

On the day song Zhiyuan was buried, the weather was bright and sunny.

Fu Beichen stood in front of the tombstone holding Zhan Yan's hand, while song Buhui stood next to him.

"No regrets, he's your father!"

Song did not regret not talking, but looked at it quietly. His eyes were very calm.

After a while, when Fu Beichen led their mother and daughter down from the cemetery, Zhan Yan said to Fu Beichen, "Fu Beichen, people die like lights out. No matter how deep their resentment should be put down!"

"What do you want to say?" Fu Beichen said faintly.

"What do I think, you should know!" Zhan Yan smiled and looked down at the little hand held in her hand. The owner of the little hand had been silent and obediently followed them, so she sighed slightly and looked up, "I want to change my surname back to Fu surname and call her Fu not to regret!"

"Why?" Fu Beichen asked.

"I don't think children will have too low self-esteem in the future!"

"OK, how are you going to thank your husband me?"

As soon as Zhan Yan heard this, he couldn't help but be happy, "did you promise?!"

"Otherwise?" Fu Beichen said proudly.

Zhan Yan smiled and held his hand tighter. "Brother Beichen, you're very kind!" then she looked down at the silent song Bu regret and said, "don't regret. In the future, you'll call Fu Bu regret, okay? It's the second miss of the Fu family!"

Song Buhui nodded and smiled, but still didn't say a word.

Zhan Yan looked at Fu Beichen and said, "the arrival of no regrets has filled my regret that I don't have a daughter. I have to hurt my daughter well in the future. Don't let people cheat or bully me in the future!"

"I'm Fu Beichen's daughter. Who dares to bully?" Fu Beichen said faintly, looked down at song without regret, and smiled. "Besides, your son will protect his sister!"

Song did not regret, but was happy. He looked at Fu Beichen and Zhan Yan and said, "Dad, mom, let's go home quickly. My brother is waiting for us at home!"

"OK, let's go home!"

The sun was shining brightly, and the light was shining on the three of them.