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

"I'm not hungry." Zhan Yan replied indifferently and walked upstairs, but Fu Beichen stopped him.

"Eat as much as you can. I've made it for a long time and asked your servant to teach me!" Fu Beichen looked at her with a pitiful look.

Zhan Yan sighed like nothing, turned around and sat down at the table, picked up the spoon and ate. His face has always been calm or even indifferent.

Seeing that most of the rice on the plate had been eaten, Fu Beichen suddenly took a whim and pulled her arm to put the spoon into his mouth. Then, he tightened his sword eyebrow and swallowed the rice in his mouth. He was so stupid that he took sugar as salt.

"Don't eat it, Yan Yan, it's so bad. How did you eat it?!" Fu beichenjun Yan was a little dark and grabbed the porcelain spoon in her hand.

"You can go upstairs after eating!" Zhan Yan said indifferently.

The bland words were very hurtful. This time, she really angered Fu Beichen. When he heard a crisp sound, he threw the spoon in his hand to the ground. The porcelain spoon broke and the fragments splashed.

Coincidentally, a small piece stabbed into the back of zhanyan's hand. She motionless, covered the wound with her other hand, got up and walked upstairs.

Fu Beichen's face was so cold that he swept all the dishes on the table to the ground.

All the servants in the house were startled, but they didn't dare to come forward when they saw Fu Beichen's cold face.

He lit a cigarette in confusion, took a few deep breaths, threw it on the ground and trampled it out. He cursed in his mouth, fell the chair behind him and walked upstairs.

The bedroom door was closed tightly. Fu Beichen sighed heavily. He held his hand on the doorknob but didn't open it. He really wanted to slap himself. Why didn't he suppress his anger.

After a long stalemate, he pushed the door in and saw Zhan Yan leaning half against the head of the bed, staring blankly at a point.

"Yan Yan -" Fu Beichen called and sat down on her side, "I was wrong just now..."

He gently pulled her hand, and then saw the bleeding wound on the back of her hand, and his eyes sank again.

"Does it hurt? Why don't you make a sound when you're injured? Don't you know that I'll be distressed if you do this?" Fu Beichen painfully took the back of her hand and carefully picked out the porcelain chips.

Zhanyan ate pain, embroidered eyebrows and tightened, "can you make a sound without pain?"

Fu Beichen sighed, "yes, but I'll hurt more than you. I'll find a way to protect you and stop hurting you!"

He put the back of her injured hand to his lips and sucked at her wound.

Zhan yanleng snorted, took out his hand and hid it behind his back, "Fu Beichen, all my injuries are not due to you, so why do you talk to me about protection?!"

Zhan Yan lowered her eyes and clenched her pale lips. Isn't he the root of all her pain.

Fu beichentu smiled again and gently took her into his arms, "well, it's all my fault. I know it's all my fault. I'm making up for it, Yan Yan!"

Zhan Yan was trapped in his arms. She neither resisted nor catered to him. I don't know when she became so cold and light.

It seems that the person who held him crying last night is not in general!

"Fu Beichen, as I said, you don't owe me anything, so it doesn't matter to make up for it!" Zhan Yan said low.