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

"Beichen, look at you, I can't understand you," Su Qianmo said faintly, and his eyes were quiet. "What is Zhan Yan to you? What is it? If it's just a chess piece, is your concern and desire for a chess piece too special and puzzling?!"

"It's also my business. You don't have to take care of it!" Fu Beichen asked, gnashing his teeth. There was a cold tone in his voice. "Listen to your tone, do you want to face me this time?"

He got up and left the window. There was no expression on Junting's face. His eyes were cold. There was a cold breath in the bottom of his eyes. In the quiet room, he went to the bedside and sat beside zhanyan.

"Suqianmo, you should know me for so many years. It's no good to fight me! As the eldest son of the Su family, you should weigh the weight and act according to your ability!"

"Beichen, I won't be against you, never. You are my best friend. After so many years of feelings with college classmates, I just want you to live well and see your heart clearly. Don't wait until you lose it to regret. At that time, the injury has been done. Even if you regret again, it won't help!"

The setting sun outside is incomparably brilliant, emitting a light like colored glass.

Fu Beichen lowered his head, frowned tightly, and tried to squeeze out a faint smile. "I know that I am selfish and that it hurts Zhan Yan, but I don't know Wilson's action will be so fast. I don't know! I regret it, but what's the use? The poison has been poisoned!"

"I didn't tell you anything poisonous. Have you ever loved Zhan Yan so much? Have you ever paid your heart to her in your just a few months of marriage?!"

"I... don't know..." Fu Beichen looked at Zhan Yan, who was lying quietly on the bed. His eyes were dark as deep. "Maybe there was a moment of heart, but I clearly knew that it was not love. The only person I loved was Siwei... Only her..."

"Will you let Wilson go when it's over?"

"The old man won't let me divorce her!"

Su Qianmo smiled bitterly. This good friend still couldn't see whether his father was reluctant to show his face or himself, "then please return her a quiet place!"

Fu Beichen didn't speak any more, but just sat quietly. After suqianmo left, he had been thinking about suqianmo's words. In fact, he was right. If it goes on like this, it will only sink deeper and deeper, and the end is doomed to separation. Why add more trouble and sadness?

In the setting sun, he reached out and gently stroked Zhan Yan's face. "Yan Yan, let's stop here!"

He bowed his head, but did not see the tears flowing from the corners of Zhan Yan's eyes. It was not until many years later that he knew that she was the most stupid woman in the world. No one loved him more than her!

It seems that after a long time, the people on the bed have a slight movement.

Zhan Yan slowly opened her eyes. In the hazy, she seemed to see Fu Beichen coming to her with a smile. She smiled, "Beichen, how did I come back?!"

"You were taken away and knocked out in the back alley. Passers-by called the police and found you," Fu Beichen went up and helped her up. "How about it? Is there any pain?"

Zhan Yan shook his head, smiled, licked his cracked lips, hoarsely said, "Beichen, I'm thirsty."

Fu Beichen looked at her deeply. His expression was very serious, but he quickly got up and poured water for Zhan Yan.

He drank the water in the cup and wiped his mouth, but his throat was still dry, so he handed the cup to him, "Beichen, I'm still thirsty, give me another cup!"

Fu Beichen took a deep look at her again. With patience, he added water for her. After she finished drinking, he took the cup with a smile. "Do you still feel thirsty? Let me pour you another cup?"

"Good." Zhan Yan smiled and looked at his tea pouring. He thought that Fu Beichen was indeed Fu Beichen. He looked so good when pouring water.

Zhan Yan was about to take the cup he handed him. Unexpectedly, he took back his hand and drank her water.

"Ah, Fu Beichen, the water is clearly what you gave me to drink. What do you mean..." Zhan Yan stared at him angrily.

He chuckled, leaned down, put one hand around her waist, kissed her lips, and put all the tea into her mouth.

Zhan Yan's eyes opened wider. The water mixed with the faint fragrance on the man, and his breath filled her teeth.

Holding her hand tightly, Fu Beichen's breath was close to his ears and itched, "Yan Yan, do you think you're calling me like this because I left you alone that day?"

Zhan Yan bowed her head slightly and recalled what happened that day. She was really afraid. She had never met such a thing. If she was not afraid, it was really false. At that time, her only thought was that Beichen should save me.

After a while, she summoned up the courage to look at him, but the answer was not what she asked, "I don't blame you, Beichen, but Beichen, I'm really afraid!"

"Hmm!" Fu Beichen smoothed the hair on her forehead. "I know fear is a good thing!" he said. He stretched out his hand to hold Zhan Yan tightly and whispered, "Yan Yan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't leave you alone. If I accompany you, such a thing won't happen. Don't worry, I won't leave you alone in the future. I'll always be by your side!"

"Will it always be there?" Zhan Yan leaned against his chest and listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat. It seemed that there was a faint smell of tobacco between them. She suddenly felt very relieved.

"Yes, I will always be by your side," he paused, pinched zhanyan's nose, smiled in a low voice, stretched out his hand to hold his waist, and then heard his voice like a sigh, "Yanyan, fortunately, you wake up."

"Beichen..."

"Huh?"

"Beichen..."

"What?"

"Beichen..."

"I'm here."

"I'm angry with you!"

"I know!" he said faintly.

"You know, there's only one sentence?" Zhan Yan responded coldly. He didn't feel satisfied and didn't know what to say, so he stopped talking.

"You've been tossing for so long. Aren't you hungry?" Fu Beichen got up to tidy up his clothes. "It's not in China. There's no millet porridge or those things you like to eat, but I've asked the hotel to bring hot milk. You're not allowed not to eat!"

If it were millet porridge, Zhan Yan thought, I really don't like foreign countries. There's nothing, "Beichen, I want to eat plum blossom cake!"

"Yan Yan, don't pick it. It's abroad. I'll buy it for you when I return home."