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

The bright sunshine penetrated into the plane window and warmed the woman's face sleeping in the arms of the handsome man like Apollo, making her like an angel's sleeping face more crystal clear, sweet and lovely.

Zhan Yan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was sleeping deeply and at ease.

Fu Beichen suddenly felt that it was good to keep looking at her so quietly at this moment.

How good would it be if time could stay at this moment forever? It's just that time never seems to stay. It just keeps moving forward. No matter how you don't give up, it's always moving forward.

Later, after really losing her, he knew that it was easier to lose than to get. It was not bitter to ask for. It was even more painful to lose after getting.

The woman who called his brother Beichen angrily really couldn't come back.

Before long, the Fu family's private plane landed in the Fu family's private villa in Venice, and Zhan Yan woke up. She clamored for Fu Beichen to take her to see St. Mark's church. The relief in the church was very exquisite.

Venice is a beautiful water city. It is built on the water where it is most impossible to build a city.

Its style is always inseparable from water. The winding lanes and water waves are rippling. It is like a romantic dream floating on the blue ocean, with poetic and picturesque meaning lingering for a long time. People can't help but think of the sad sigh bridge written by Xu Zhimo. It is said that the lovers kissing on it will last forever.

Fu Beichen took Zhan Yan's hand, looked at the ancient European buildings around him, and then looked at Zhan Yan around him. A slight smile hung from the corners of his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhan Yan turned to look at him and looked at the smile on his face. He was very puzzled.

"Nothing!" Fu Beichen still smiled. His smile looked so beautiful in the sunshine of Venice. "Just suddenly he felt that he hadn't seen you for a long time. Yan Yan, this is the original you! But I think you are always indifferent to others. It's a little different from you in front of me!"

"Are you making fun of me?" there was a faint light in Zhan Yan's bright pupil. "In fact, I don't want to be like myself, but sometimes I will use a hard shell to protect myself. The so-called alienation is just a difference between intimacy and alienation!"

"Well, will you do the same to me?"

"Maybe!"

"Why?"

"Because I love you too much, I'm afraid of getting hurt!"

Fu Beichen was slightly stunned by her words. After a long time, he raised his head and said softly, "let's go. I'll take you to the church!"

Zhan Yan looked at him with an unnatural look. However, if she couldn't see through the hidden pain at the bottom of his eyes, he was using this way to hide his purpose, just trying to relax the atmosphere between them.

Zhan Yan understands.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled, "OK!"

After walking for a while, I haven't reached the church yet.

Fu Beichen was impatient. He gently hugged her shoulder. "Let you take a boat. You have to walk by yourself. I don't know what you think?"

"It's boring to take a boat. It's good to walk by yourself," said Zhan Yan with a smile. Then he stepped back and stretched out his hand to hold Fu Beichen's arm. "Beichen, you know? I heard that St. Mark's Square will be flooded when the tide rises. I think it's a beautiful scene. Unfortunately, we didn't come at the right time and can't see the tide!"

"If you like it, I'll come with you next time!" Fu Beichen listened to her, but he couldn't bear to brush her. Go on with her. Next time, do they have any more?

"Really? That's what you said!"

"Yes!"

Zhan Yan smiled, then let go of his hand and walked to the front. Rao was her happiness, which disturbed a lot of pigeons. Those white pigeons surrounded her. She looked very beautiful. For a moment, Fu Beichen felt as if he saw an angel.

They walked hand in hand through St. Mark's Square and towards St. Mark's church. Just as they were about to arrive, a Hexuan bell rang in Fu Beichen's pocket——

Fu Beichen watched it for a long time. On the blue screen, a strange number jumped, "Hello!"

“……”

There came a faint breathing sound, and then there was no sound at all, which made Fu Beichen very strange. Who was it? Not many people know his private number, but why did you call him without talking?!

"This is Fu Beichen. Who's calling?"

“……”

There was still a puzzling suffocation, no sound, only the sound of a gust of wind.

"If you don't speak, I'll hang up!" Fu Beichen frowned slightly, but the other party had already hung up before he came back.

Fu Beichen looked at the screen and couldn't return to God for a long time.

Then he pressed a phone number, which was soon connected, "president, what's up?"

"What's the matter you're asked to check? How's it going?"

There came Chu fan's voice, "it has been confirmed that Miss Lin is not dead, and she is in Venice. Where is it? Give me some more time, and I will find out as soon as possible, president!"

"Good!" after talking, he hung up the phone, his eyes slightly dark.

"Beichen, what's the matter? What's the matter?" Zhan Yan saw his appearance and gently pushed his arm. "Who's calling!"

"It's Leng Yichen. He seems to be in Venice. He asks us if we are free. He wants to invite us to dinner!" Fu Beichen said faintly, but he didn't know why he felt guilty looking at his quiet smiling face.

Leng Yichen?

Is it the frosty brother? The man I saw last time?

If it's really him, why can't he hide his joy?

Suddenly, the fair face was a little pale, the dark long eyelashes trembled gently, and there was a clear light in the black and white eyes.

What in the end can make him have such a gaffe, even that kind of ecstasy can't be covered up?

In the bright sunshine, Zhan Yan saw Fu Beichen's eyes were soft, which she had never seen before. Her eyes were fixed in the soft light in Fu Beichen's eyes, as if something had deeply hurt her eyes, and her clear fundus flashed a faint pain.

Quiet street... Quiet sunshine

Zhan Yan looked up at Fu Beichen and stared at him quietly, trying not to let his voice tremble: "Beichen, let's go. We don't mean to take me to St. Mark's church. Let's go. I still want to make a wish!"

"Well, let's go!"