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

Her bright pupil was no longer resentment, but despair. She said, "Fu Beichen, it's good. I finally have no more requirements for you!"

Zhan Yan slowly closed his eyes, gradually blurred his consciousness, and finally fell into a coma.

"Yan Yan!" Fu Beichen picked her up and almost embedded her in his arms, "Uncle Yang, you save Yan Yan, save her."

He looked at the Dean, almost begging in his eyes. Fu Shao, who was high above, knew what fear was for the first time. He was afraid that he would lose the woman in his arms.

But he never thought about what it meant when a man cared too much about a woman.

At the end of the silent corridor, the light outside the operating room was on all the time.

Fu Beichen sat down on the cold bench outside the door, smoking one by one. The nurse passed him and saw his cold face and a strange look. No one dared to remind him to put out the cigarette butt.

In his hand was an inky black mobile phone, and a dozen missed calls and a message were displayed on the touch screen.

Zhan Yan's helpless and cowardly voice said to him: brother Beichen, I'm so afraid. Please save our children

He held his head with one hand and his eyes were a little red.

What was he doing at that time?

Is to accompany Lin Siwei and coax her to sleep.

As soon as the operating door opened and closed, the Dean came out of the operating room. His white coat was stained with some blood. He took off his white gauze mask and looked very heavy.

"Uncle Yang, how's it going?" Fu Beichen got up anxiously and threw the cigarette butts in his hands on the ground and stamped them out.

"Beichen, you have a psychological preparation. The child can't be saved!" the dean's voice took a heavy regret.

"..." Fu Beichen lowered his head and said nothing. The palm in his sleeve clenched into a fist, and the green tendons on the back of his hand protruded.

He also knew that with so much blood, how could the child be saved.

"Where's his face?" he opened his mouth indifferently for a long time. His face was cold and almost had no expression.

The Dean frowned and handed the operation confirmation sheet to Fu Beichen. "She was badly hurt and must be operated on immediately." looking at Fu Beichen at the moment, he sighed slightly, "I will try my best, but you must prepare for the worst."

"..." Fu Beichen was silent, and his hands holding the golden pen were trembling slightly.

He knew that if he signed the word, the child's life would be gone, but he didn't want the child and was going to kill the child, but why didn't he do it now and the child would be gone? He didn't have a trace of happiness?

Why is the heart still very painful instead?

"Beichen, you are still young, and there will be children in the future." the Dean sighed earnestly.

Fu Beichen didn't turn his head. No one could see his expression in the shadow.

The Dean turned around in silence. He knew Fu Beichen. The boy was stubborn and never exposed his emotions in front of outsiders. If he lost control in front of outsiders, it proved that he really hurt.

Unfortunately, when can I see clearly, my heart!

For a long time, Fu Beichen coughed lightly, wiped his cheek casually on the back of his hand, and dropped his name on the paper neatly with the tip of the pure gold pen. He leaned over and stuffed the confirmation letter to the Dean, "I want to show my face, not children."

He said, turned and strode away.

It's all dark.

Fu Beichen was wearing a beige coat and walking in the cold street with his hands in his pockets.

The bloodstains on the ground were covered by fallen leaves and became a little fuzzy, but still red and dazzling.

He clubbed at the intersection where zhanyan had an accident and frowned at the traces left on the ground.

There was no trace of braking at the foot of the car. The camera at the intersection was deliberately damaged. Obviously, it was not an accident at all. There was a pool of blood beside the road, where Zhan Yan fell.

Fu Beichen lit a cigarette and squatted on the road indifferently. His dark eyes became more and more familiar.

It was getting colder and colder, and even the sky began to rain.

Fu Beichen did not move, but stood in place, still smoking one by one. Not long ago, many cigarette butts were scattered at his feet. The fireworks were bright and dark, reflecting his indifferent handsome face and unspeakable ghosts in the dark night.

He didn't dare to stay outside the operating room. He was fed up with the nervous and suffocating feeling.

The most terrible thing is not that you can't get it, but that you get it clearly and lose it cruelly.

The phone kept buzzing, and the hospital number was displayed on the ice blue screen.

Fu Beichen was stunned for a moment before he trembled and pressed the answer button.

"Uncle Yang."

"Zhan Yan woke up. Go and see her."

In the ward, Zhan Yan lay quietly on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His face was pale and almost no blood, like a broken doll.

Through the transparent glass window, Fu Beichen and the Dean stood outside the door.

"She woke up like this without saying a word." the Dean sighed helplessly.

Fu Beichen was silent. He could understand zhanyan's mood of losing her child. "How's her body now?"

"Her disease is a heart disease!" the dean said reluctantly and patted Fu Beichen on the shoulder. "One more thing, we took blood for her and tested it. There was a toxin in her blood. What's going on?"

"Uncle Yang, I know this. Leave it alone. I'll find a way to solve it!" Fu Beichen whispered. How could he not know that she was poisoned? Even without today's car accident, he would not allow her to have children.

Now, he doesn't have to think of any way to let himself start and let Zhan Yan kill the child.

"I just tell you, as for what you want to do, you know! And she just lost her child. You coax her well. Women are actually very coax!" the dean said with a smile.

But Fu Beichen didn't speak any more. He just nodded indifferently, but the cold on his body became stronger.

He knew more about Zhan Yan's temperament. If she cried and quarreled with him like other women, he wouldn't have to worry so much. But she just stuffs everything in her heart and bears it alone. The pain is only herself.

Fu Beichen pushed the door in and waved to the nurse in the house. The nurse understood and hurried out and brought the door for them.

He sat down beside her bed and took her cool hand in the palm of his hand.

Zhan Yan didn't resist. He let him hold his hand. There was no half reaction on his face. He still stared at the ceiling above his head, but he was at a loss in his clear eyes.

"Yan Yan, don't be afraid, I'm here. If you're tired, go to sleep and I'll guard you!" he kissed her on the back of her white hand, and his dark pupil couldn't hide his heartache.