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

He didn't break it, but was a quiet audience, quietly listening to this refreshing movement.

He came back to let Zhan Yan go to Italy with him. He has his own selfishness. Zhan's family is no longer able. Moreover, Chu Fan said that the three people have found almost the same. The key thing is that the three populations still need to know one thing.

Lin Siwei didn't die. The person who died was not Lin Siwei, but another woman, but Lin Siwei was also sold abroad by them. Now it should be in Italy.

He wants Zhan Yan to go to Italy with him. First, he doesn't want her to intervene in Zhan's affairs. Second, he wants her to go to Lin Siwei with him. He wants to see how Zhan Yan reacts to seeing Lin Siwei again.

I didn't expect him to hear such beautiful music as soon as he came back.

"Pa -" after she finished her song, he burst into loud applause, which spread to Zhan Yan's ears. She raised her eyes and looked up at Fu Beichen.

"You're back!" Zhan Yan's tone was very happy, but his eyes were as quiet as stars. "When did you come back?"

"Why, I go back to my own house. Mrs. Fu has an opinion?"

"No!" Zhan Yan was still faint, and then left the piano. But before she left, she was held by a pair of warm hands, and the white fingertips overlapped with her fingertips.

And Zhan Yan took out his hand habitually, but Fu Beichen overbearing put her hand on the black-and-white key again, and put her hand on the back of her hand, overlapping his two hands.

"Yan Yan, your previous piano sound was not like this. Do you know that your current piano sound gives people a feeling."

"How does it feel?"

"It feels like you're crying. I'll teach you to play the music symbol that can smile."

Zhan Yan saw that beautiful face. It was a warm smile he had never given her. It was so dazzling and dazzling.

In the setting sun, zhanyan's slender eyelashes are reflected on the black-and-white keys. The two beautiful figures are pulled by the sun.

The broken flower curtains by the window are also dancing with the moving and cheerful music symbols they wrote together.

Suddenly, Zhan Yan listened to the pleasant notes and felt the temperature from his hand. His heart couldn't stop plopping

The beat violently.

His face looks like a childish innocence who has got something he likes.

How nice it would be if it could continue like this, but who can control the fate?

After the song, Fu Beichen let go of Zhan Yan's hand and looked at her smile. He seemed to be absent-minded for a moment. After a long time, he said, "clean up and we'll go to Italy tomorrow!"

"What are you doing in Italy?"

"Go and deal with some things. Just follow me. Don't tell me that you don't have a schedule. I remember I told you a long time ago!" Fu Beichen looked at her and said softly. The voice was gentle and beautiful, so that he forgot the existence of time and space.

Until Fu Beichen turned and went upstairs, she responded with a shallow smile on her lips.

It turns out that this is happiness. There is only him in her world, so as long as he gives her a little warmth, a little smile and warmth, she will feel very happy.

How nice it would be if it could go on like this all the time. At this moment, Zhan Yan seemed to forget Lin Siwei's existence.

No, she hasn't told him one more thing. She forgot to tell him that they have children!

Forget it, talk to him when Italy comes back!

What Zhan Yan doesn't know is that once some things pass the opportunity to speak, they may never have the opportunity to speak.

And she and Fu Beichen are getting farther and farther because of this.

The next day, Fu Beichen and Zhan Yan took the Fu family's private plane to Italy. Zhan Yan was very happy, but they were going to Milan, but Fu Beichen received a phone call and switched to Venice.

Venice is a water city. There is water everywhere. Although she is afraid of water, she also likes such a city.

The ancient and decadent buildings in Europe exude a faint yellow beauty in the sunset, and the mask in Venice can be regarded as the most luxurious mask making place in the world.

"Fu Beichen, why do you want to take me to Venice?"

Listening to her calling herself by name and surname, Fu Beichen frowned slightly, looked at her and said with a smile, "Yan Yan, we are already husband and wife. Do you think it's nice to call me that?"

Zhan Yan was jumped by the sudden change, stared at him, and then looked at a face, Jun's face full of banter.

"Beichen." she called shyly. Remembering his tenderness last night, he whispered to his face in his ear. He couldn't help blushing, but he didn't forget his problem, "how do you know I like Venice?"

"Secret!" Fu Beichen answered softly, reaching out to take her into his arms and gently brushing her dark hair with his big hand, "Yan Yan, do you want to have a rest first and arrive in Venice in a while!"

"No, I'm not tired!" Zhan Yan said happily, his eyes shining like Beichen, the most beautiful star in the sky.

Fu Beichen looked at the person in front of her with a smile. Doesn't she seem tired at all? Aren't you tired of filming?

It looks good!

"Yan Yan, aren't you really tired?" Fu Beichen pulled Zhan Yan into his arms, buried his head in her neck, and greedily sucked her fragrance. "It seems that your strength is really good!"

"Er......" Zhan Yan certainly understood what he was talking about, but for a moment, her cheeks were crimson, "Fu Beichen, what are you talking about? I......"

"Isn't it? I remember..." Fu Beichen raised his head and gently held her pointed nose with a faint smile in his voice. "You can stay up late in order to catch up with the progress and strive for the holidays these days! I don't know. I thought my wife was a strong man!"

Zhan Yan felt his pinched red nose uncomfortable and said in a stuffy voice, "you start laughing at me again! I'm not a strong man, but I usually exercise and get up early, so my physical strength is not so weak!"

"That's right!" Fu Beichen gently stroked her dark hair. For a moment, he was really pretending. It would be good if he went on like this. It's a pity that Siwei didn't die.

And Zhan Yan, he didn't know what position he put Zhan Yan in.

"Yan Yan, go to sleep. I'll call you when it's time!"

"Well, good!"

With that, Zhan Yan leaned against Fu Beichen's arms, closed his eyes, and hung a quiet and sweet smile at the corners of his mouth.