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

Fu Beichen's appearance was clearly out of control. Even master Fu couldn't get close to him or make him put down his knife. At this time, only Zhan Yan could get close to Fu Beichen and persuade Fu Beichen to put down his knife.

No one can compare such feelings.

At this time, the anger in Fu Beichen's eyes gathered together again. Zhan Yan didn't react yet. He just felt that he was held in his arms and couldn't move. The man seemed to be protecting her and wouldn't let go.

And Zhan Yan's ear only heard a bang, and red blood fell from Fu Beichen's head——

Unexpectedly, song Zhiyuan broke Fu Beichen's head with a vase on one side. The next moment, someone rushed in. Chu fan took the lead and Leng Yichen came in.

Soon, the people brought in by Leng Yichen had controlled the whole situation!

Zhan Yan could not help breathing in Fu Beichen's arms and reached out to touch the scars and blood on his forehead. She couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, but it was clear that it was very uncomfortable and heartache.

There is fear, fear, fear that Fu Beichen will die like this!

"I'm sorry, Yan Yan, let you see such a bloody scene. If possible, I really don't want you to see!" Fu Beichen didn't care about his wound at all. He just stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and then wiped the blood on her hand with his cuff. His action was soft and silent, but with endless tenderness and delicacy, There is no more anger.

In the face of the treasure of this woman in front of him, the woman standing in front of him is his beloved wife, who wants him to hold it in his hand and put it on the tip of his heart, so that he can cherish it and please him.

"Fu Beichen, song Zhiyuan, I think you're really going to rebel, aren't you?! do you think I'm your father? Do you really think I'm dead? You need me to give you two a knife. Go to the tomb of your ancestors and chop each other? See who can chop who first?!"

Fu Yunting finally recovered from his shock. In his impression, Fu Beichen was always obedient, and even never rebelled against him.

How can Fu Beichen make such a big response at the moment?!

The cruel and bloodthirsty look just now is not the son in his memory. It seems that he really knows little about this son!

Fu Beichen seemed not to hear, but was calm. He wiped zhanyan's bloody fingers with the cuffs of his suit. The blood on his forehead fell drop by drop. Half of his handsome face had fallen, and that half of his face was scarlet blood.

But he didn't care, as if he didn't feel it at all. It seemed that the person whose head was smashed was not him, but someone else. What he wanted was to wipe the blood stains on zhanyan's hands.

She should be clean and flawless and should not be contaminated by these filthiness.

"Yan Yan, I'm sorry. You forgive me. I don't know what's going on. It seems that the blood can't be wiped clean. Forgive me, will you?!"

It had been wiped for a long time, but he couldn't wipe it clean. Fu Beichen opened his mouth lightly, and his eyes were gentle. It seemed that it was really because the blood couldn't be wiped clean, and he was sorry for Zhan Yan.