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

At the beginning of the Lantern Festival, the fishing songs were sung late, and the lights on the fishing boats on the river floated, shining a piece of river water.

The river wind blew by, mixed with a bit of cold, and showed his subconscious arms around his chest.

"Is it cold?" Fu Beichen asked. His voice was backward. He stretched out his arms and hugged her thin body into his arms.

Zhan Yan raised his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled, and looked at him seriously, "colder, it will make your mind clearer!"

"Really?" Fu Beichen smiled faintly and whispered in her ear, "then you should soberly remember the temperature in my arms!"

"Fu Beichen!" she called his name in surprise, subconsciously struggling, but his arm around his waist was tighter and tighter.

His heart throbbed inexplicably, and his cheeks were red. He just felt his heart beating violently, and his chest bumped like a deer.

The subtle feeling she had never had made her very uneasy.

"Fu Beichen, look, is the fishing fire of Jiangfeng very beautiful?" she casually pointed to the river to change the topic.

They were still embracing each other like lovers. The breeze gently brushed the woman's soft hair, and the yellow lights fainted on her side face. A river of bright light was reflected in her bright eyes, which was soul stirring.

The fishing fire of Wanli Jiangfeng couldn't resist her smile. Fu Beichen stared at her quietly and was intoxicated.

"Well, it's really beautiful!" Fu Beichen smiled gently. She looked at the bright fishing boat, but he looked at her.

He bowed his head and covered her thin lips without warning. His kiss was overbearing and urgent, and gave her almost no breathing room. For a moment, zhanyan fell into intoxication.

The river wind blows constantly, which does not make people calm and sober, but makes people have some expectations.

Fu Beichen locked her tightly and wanted to integrate her into his body. His face was almost suffocated in his arms. His tightened palm grabbed the shirt on his chest and struggled, but he was so weak.

Zhan Yan was taken away by him and almost suffocated. Fu Beichen smiled and let go of her, and was in a good mood. Zhan Yan leaned his head against his chest and gasped hurriedly, as if the person about to drown had grabbed the last straw.

Time and space seem to stagnate at this moment, the scenery is silent in an instant, a river of bright fireworks and two embracing figures are perfectly integrated into a century.

"Yan Yan, can you tell me about your parents?" Fu Beichen said in a very soft and light tone, afraid to scare the woman in his arms.

Zhan Yan thought for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth, but he didn't answer the question.

"Fu Beichen, have you ever lost it? When you wake up in the morning, you find that the most important people in your life disappear in the world forever, but their appearance is clearly engraved in your mind. No matter how hard you try to forget, you still can't do it..."

Fu Beichen had a brief silence. His dark eyes were as deep as the ocean, stirring up turbulent waves, his lips rose, and hanging a ironic smile.

He has experienced the pain of loss, but it is not very profound!

"If you can't forget it, keep it in mind!" Fu Beichen replied indifferently, with a cold shadow between his eyebrows.

Zhan Yan buried a small face in his chest and immersed himself in sadness. Naturally, he didn't notice the cold atmosphere on him.

"It's too late, go back!" Fu Beichen said softly and pushed her out of his arms.

"Hmm!" Zhan Yan nodded, raised his head slightly, and his eyes met.