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

When Zhan Yan turned back, Fu Beichen's tall body half leaned by the door, looking a little unhappy.

She was shocked and hung up in a panic, "no!"

He sighed helplessly and held her cold body in his arms.

In fact, I didn't want to interrupt her. I was just worried that she would get sick if she stood on the balcony for too long.

"If you have to talk on the phone, come in. I'll stand here and call me when you hang up!" Fu Beichen said seriously. Looking at her eyes, he was slowly concerned.

Zhan Yan dodged her eyes and deliberately didn't look into his eyes. She didn't want to be influenced by him again. "Nothing, a wrong number!"

She dropped her words and turned to the bedroom.

Fu Beichen looked at her slender back, and the dark light flickered in his eyes.

In the middle of the night, I came out to talk on the phone and said that the phone was not strange. Who would believe it.

But he not only didn't ask, but also didn't plan to check.

Even when he stood outside the door, he could eavesdrop on her, but he didn't.

This time, he really wanted to trust her, unconditional trust.

In fact, even if Zhan Yan doesn't say it, Fu Beichen can probably guess who it is?!

It should be the private detective who was beaten by him. He made it clear to him last time. If Zhan Yan asks, tell her the truth directly, and don't say it right away.

So now the phone that can make Zhan Yan so nervous to answer tonight, Fu Beichen thinks, it should be the only phone.

After standing outside for too long, her body was cold. She got into the quilt. Fortunately, his temperature remained in the quilt, and slowly warmed up.

Not long ago, Fu Beichen came in from the outside with a faint smell of tobacco. Zhanyan thought he should have smoked a cigarette on the balcony.

Recently, he rarely smokes. I don't know why he smokes today.

He held her in his arms as usual, and the strong masculine atmosphere surrounded her. His head was close to his chest, and he could even hear the clear beating of his heart in his chest.

"Yan Yan, don't you want to see the snow in Wuzhen? Shall I take you tomorrow?"

"Why are you crazy?" Zhan Yan said faintly. Her words were full of distrust. After a pause, she said, "Fu Beichen, you don't have to come back to Zhan's house like this every day. You don't owe me anything. You can do your own things. There's no need to flatter me in such a low voice, because I don't need it!"

As soon as Fu Beichen heard this, he thought about it, but he held Zhan Yan tighter, "this is my voluntary, Yan Yan, I know you don't believe me, but I just want you to know that I will treat you well, and I will return all the things I owe you!"

"Fu Beichen..." Zhan Yan is very speechless. She doesn't know what's going on recently. How she says, how she says, Fu Beichen seems to be unable to understand. She always talks about him.

"Well, go to bed. It's getting late. I'm here. You don't have to be afraid of nightmares!" Fu Beichen said softly, and his big hand gently stroked the broken hair between her forehead.

Zhan Yan knows that he has no way to persuade him, nor can he persuade him to let go!

That's it.

Soon after, Fu Beichen looked down and saw the woman in his arms and smiled bitterly. He would not let Yan Yan leave. He would never let Yan Yan die like this. No matter what price he paid, he must get the antidote of iris smile!