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

"Thank you!" Zhan Yan nodded with some difficulty, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Zhan Yan pushed the door and entered. What came into his eyes was the darkness of a room and the choking smell of tobacco.

The smell of smoke made Zhan Yan cough a few times, and then saw Fu Beichen's tall body in the wide leather sofa in the living room. There was still a cigarette butt between his fingers, and the smoke filled the darkness, especially the ghost.

"Where have you been?" his voice was low, with a faint anger.

"Where do I need to report to you?" zhanyan was impatient. She was not in the mood to quarrel with him now.

After that, she turned and walked upstairs.

Fu Beichen suddenly got up and moved so fast that he trapped her body between her chest and the wall. His hot breath blew on her cheeks, but his face was still indifferent, even without a trace of emotion.

And the more she didn't care, the more she was irritating him.

"Have you cried?" he smiled coldly, and his fingertips slipped through her wet eyes. "Don't want to be separated from that man?"

"What do you mean?!" Zhan Yan looked up and looked at his provocative eyes without showing weakness.

Fu Beichen looked at the small and weak woman in his arms, but did not give in. Waves surged in his deep eyes, "Zhan Yan, I haven't promised you a divorce, so I can't wait to find another man? Zhan Yan, why are you so cheap? How many wild men do you have?! what did you do all afternoon? Went to bed? Did it several times? He behaved better than me and made you more excited, didn't he?"

"Fu Beichen!" Zhan Yan roared, and her pale little face turned pale. She clenched her lips and could no longer maintain her superficial indifference, "you know? You really make me feel sick!"

His evil spirit hooked the corners of his lips, and a dangerous storm was brewing in his eyes.

"Disgusting? Zhan Yan, when you were panting under me, I didn't hear you say disgusting!" he bowed his head without warning, kissed her lips fiercely and chewed it in revenge.

Zhan Yan's lips went from numbness to pain. Finally, he almost choked. There was a fishy and sweet smell of blood in his mouth. He couldn't tell whether it was his or her.

She couldn't help struggling in his arms, but she couldn't get rid of his grip.

In shame and anger, he raised his palm and hit his handsome side face impartially——

He could have avoided it, but he just let her slap in the face, and all his anger ignited in an instant.

He pressed her on the wall, his face cold and terrible, "show your face, I warn you, you'd better stay away from your wild men, or I don't mind destroying them all!"

Zhan Yan's body was close to the cold marble wall and looked at him indifferently, "Oh? Really? Go, I'd like to see your Fu Shao's ability!"

Her hidden palm clenched into a fist, and drops of crimson blood fell down the scratched palm.

"But, Fu Beichen, how many men I have are good, and what qualifications do you have to blame me? When you blame me, you should think about what you are? You have a wife at home, but you have all the little three outside. You asked me to be loyal to you as always. What about you? Where were you when I was ill? When I lost my child and called you Wait, where are you? You're guarding your favorite woman Lin Siwei, so fu Beichen, don't say loyalty in front of me. You don't deserve it, you don't deserve it -- "

She trembled and looked sad and desperate.

The cold moonlight outside the window shines on her delicate body, and the whole person looks so ethereal, just like a ghost, which will dissipate at any time.

Fu Beichen felt a stabbing pain in his heart. He leaned over and kissed her soft lips, sealing all those hurtful words in his mouth.

He picked her up horizontally and gently put her on the soft big bed. His heavy body was pressed down in the next moment. He buried his head in her neck to allow kissing, and all the way down, gnawing the beauty in front of her chest through his clothes.

Zhan Yan was pressed by him, turned his head coldly, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and his heart was dead. What he left was just a body. She didn't care what he wanted.

After lingering.

Fu Beichen buried his head in zhanyan's neck socket and held her firmly in his arms. "Yan Yan, let's stop making trouble, OK? Siwei's business, I'll be strong with you later! If you like children, we'll have another child. This time I will hold him in the palm of my hand!"

Zhan Yan turned his back to him, tears sliding down the curtain.

He was talking to her about the child. He dared to talk to her about the child. That was a wound in her heart. Even if it healed, the ugly scar still existed.

She struggled to get up and wash away the smell of sweat and the smell he left on her.

But Fu Beichen easily saw her mind and suddenly picked her up like walking in the bathroom.

Zhan Yan thought he was disgusting, but said coldly, "Fu Beichen, please put me down. I can do it myself. I don't need you!" he paused, but said again, "You don't have to explain Lin Siwei to me. I don't care anymore! Just Fu Beichen, when are you tired of letting me go? This feeling of walking a tightrope is too tired. I'm afraid I'll die first before you let go!"

Fu Beichen's face changed, but he was still silent.

"Or do you come to me for fun because your thoughts can't satisfy you?" Zhan Yan smiled sarcastically, and a layer of mist covered his eyes. "If so, please give me less time. When you're tired of me, please inform me. I'll roll away!"

"Show your face, you're enough!" Fu Beichen's roar was mixed with anger. Looking at her eyes, there was a bit of heartache. "Who do you want to be sad when you say these words?"

"Of course it won't be you. If you're sad, it's always me between us, isn't it?!"

Zhan Yan smiled indifferently, and his clear eyes were stained with a layer of rich sadness.

In fact, she already knew that such words were just a double-edged sword. When she hurt him, she was in bloody pain?

But she had no way, no way to hurt herself, but she made him feel better!

In fact, what she just said is not a lie. The relationship between her and him is like walking a tightrope. She can never guess. His words are true and false. For fear of taking the wrong step, she will fall into the abyss in the next moment.

Fu Beichen silently took her into the bathtub. The warm water immersed her body to alleviate the pain of the body. Zhan Yan comfortably closed his eyes, turned his head and ignored him.

"Put your pajamas here. Call me when you're ready."