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

The next day, Zhan Yan didn't want to go to Wuzhen with Fu Beichen, but Fu Beichen didn't know what was going on. He had to go with Zhan Yan. Zhan Yan couldn't resist him and had to go with him.

When they arrived in Wuzhen, it didn't snow in Wuzhen. Fu Beichen took Zhan Yan for a while, but Zhan Yan was not very interested, so he went directly back to the hotel.

At night, in the quaint B & B hotel.

In front of the antique fireplace, zhanyan curled up on the sofa. The pure white silk pajamas wrapped the delicate body. The black hair was scattered around the waist, reflecting the pale snow muscles, like a solidified landscape painting.

Mingming has fallen asleep. I don't know why. Recently, she always likes to be awakened by nightmares.

She dreamed of her mother again, a mother with blood all over her body.

She closed her eyes tightly, covered her cheeks with the palm of lead white, and cold tears penetrated through her fingers and fell down her slender wrist.

"Yan Yan, have a nightmare again?"

At the exit of the stairs, a low male voice suddenly sounded. Fu Beichen was wearing a loose Nightgown, his tall body half leaned against the handrail of the stairs, and a lit cigarette butt was sandwiched between his fingertips.

"Yes!"

Zhan Yan answered with a dull voice and wiped away the tears on his cheeks without trace, but the bright eyes washed by tears can't deceive people.

Fu Beichen silently stood by the stairs smoking. After half a ring, he put out his cigarette butt. He sat down next to Zhan Yan, took her in his arms, buried his head in her hair and smelled the faint fragrance.

"Yan Yan, that thing has passed, and your parents won't want to see you like this!"

"Fu Beichen, you won't understand, you'll never understand!" Zhan Yan stood up, pushed away Fu Beichen's arms and stood alone on the stairs.

Fu Beichen slightly narrowed his ink eyes, and his deep eyes locked the slender shadow of the woman.

I saw that she suddenly turned back. Her beautiful face had the smell of reversing all living beings. The moonlight poured down from behind her, adding a bit of desolation.

"Fu Beichen, even if you bring me to Wuzhen, you can't change anything between us. Don't you feel tired?" she said faintly, but her voice was a little colder than the moonlight outside the window.

Fu Beichen smiled, his tall body languidly fell into the leather sofa, "I don't care, Yan Yan, you were waiting for me before. This time, I want to try and wait for you!"

Zhan Yan was silent, and the hand hidden under the loose sleeves clenched into a fist, slightly inaudible shaking.

She doesn't know why Fu Beichen should be so firm. When she loves him, he never cherishes her. Now she doesn't want to love him or want him. Why does he insist so much?!

Fu Beichen obviously found something wrong with her. He came to her and gently hugged her in his arms. He found that her body was cold without a trace of temperature.

"Yan Yan, are you cold?" he asked with a frown.

Zhan Yan shook his head indifferently, but broke away from his arms again. "It's not cold, just a little stuffy. I want to go out for a walk."

Fu Beichen sighed slightly. After a moment, he said, "OK, go change your clothes and I'll walk with you outside!"

The night was quiet, and there were few people along the river. Only rows of street lamps stood near the river, emitting a faint yellow halo.

He was dressed in casual shirts and trousers, but he was born with a kind of pride. With a glance, he also had a momentum under the king's landing City, which can not be ignored.

This man named Fu Beichen was born to be God's favorite.