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

In the morning, the sun shone into the house and covered the ground with gold.

Zhan Yan opened her eyes hard. The pain all over made her uncomfortable. Yesterday's scene was clearly shown in her mind again. She wanted to turn over, but she felt as if she had pressed several mountains, and her whole body was very sore.

The people around her have disappeared. The whole house is empty, and she is the only one left. Everything last night wrapped around her like a nightmare. She slightly closed her eyes, slowly got out of bed, endured the sharp pain in her body, but because it was too painful, she stumbled and sat on the white wool blanket, her face was pale, and her soul looked like she was separated, Deep in the soft eyes, there is eternal sadness.

It seemed that after a long time, in her empty brain, a cold voice came.

"Show your face, who do you pretend to be weak?"

She didn't answer and didn't look back. She just quietly looked at the place where the man appeared, smiled foolishly, and tears meandered down

In this way, Fu Beichen frowned slightly, as if some unknown feelings were twining around his heart. The woman's eyes were empty, but so clear that she could not see a trace of impurities, but she gave people a feeling of breaking at the touch.

That beautiful little face has pain and despair flowing quietly. She is not that strong and lively person anymore. She is as fragile as a dying butterfly.

He thought for a while, and his eyes were a little cold. "Can't you stand it? Since you can't stand it, you'd better die!"

He put it on, and then he was ready to leave, but at the next moment, he turned around, and the mellow voice sounded in zhanyan's ear again, "by the way, if you want to die, don't die in my Fu's house, lest you dirty my Fu's place!"

Zhan Yan looked at Fu Beichen, who had disappeared outside the door, and a cold sweat came out of his back in vain. She was really afraid of him.

But his last words made her bitter. The sweat on her forehead kept staying. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and fainted on the wool blanket.

Jenny came in and asked Zhan Yan to get up and offer tea to her mother-in-law. When she found Zhan Yan fainting on the stall, she immediately informed the two elders of the Fu family and called a private doctor, but Zhan Yan still didn't wake up. She had a high fever and kept muttering, Fu Beichen, you can't treat me like this, can't you.

Fu Mulin seemed to understand that she was blaming herself. Looking at the scars on her body, she understood what happened last night's wedding night. She leaned against her husband's arms with tears, "husband, I was wrong. I really shouldn't have let Yan accompany me!"

"Well, everything has happened. It's no use saying this. Just don't let Mr. Zhan know about it. He's not in good health. I'm afraid he can't bear such a blow!" Fu Yunting shook his head and said.

"Hmm!" Lin Wan nodded, then left her husband's arms and walked out, "I have to call Beichen and let him come back!"

Fu Yunting didn't speak, but let his wife call.

The headquarters building of Fu's chaebol is as high as a cloud, and the tempered glass is shining in the sunshine.

On the 112 story tall building, Fu Beichen stood in front of the huge French window and thought. His face was reflected on the calm glass window. It was so charming.