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

Su Qianmo looked at Fu Beichen and said indifferently, with indifferent eyes.

"This is our husband and wife's business. When can you take care of it?" Fu Beichen's voice became colder and bloodthirsty. "Qianmo, she is my wife and the young lady of the Fu family. Do you think you have the ability to take her away? Or do you really don't care about the Su group?"

"Don't take Su Shi to threaten me, Fu Beichen. Are you unable to keep Zhan Yan except this? If so, you are so sad that I feel sorry for you!"

"Really?" Fu Beichen didn't care about his words. He just smiled calmly, but the smile was bloodthirsty.

Zhan Yan, who had been talking for a long time, looked at this situation and lowered his eyes slightly, "Fu Beichen, dare you try to deal with Su? If you dare to deal with Su, I'll beat your son!"

"You want to threaten me with your child, just for him..."

At this moment, Zhan Yan seemed to smell the smell of blood, as well as the pain flashed in Fu Beichen's eyes. His dark eyes were as dark as the forest and murderous.

She stared at him in a daze. Her beautiful eyes were empty, like a huge black hole. She couldn't see a trace of light. There was a kind of loneliness and desolation belonging to the night.

Before she reacted, the man in black rushed in with a wave of his hand and pressed her and the Suqian road.

Zhan Yan looked up at Fu Beichen's icy face, and a line of tears rolled down. His eyes were full of sadness, hopelessness and desolation.

Up to now, she has been so tired that she has no strength to go on.

Zhan Yan looked at Fu Beichen, smiled faintly, lowered his head, and his heart was very painful. Tears slowly wound down her cheeks, "yes, if there is any difference between Suqian and Su, I'll kill your son. You know me, I can do it if I can say it..."

Fu Beichen's eyes flashed a cluster of sad anger, desperate and sad. He quickly looked at Zhan Yan and bowed his head. The lamp next to him was smashed by his palm.

"Go away -" Fu Beichen roared. He was not afraid that Zhan Yan would really kill the child, but that she would be farther and farther away from him, and then he really couldn't get close to her anymore.

"Show your face..."

"Suqianmo, you go!" zhanyan's cold little hand held it tightly, and her fingernails were embedded in her palm bit by bit. Her cold was involved in the dead silence all around. "Thank you for your help. I won't forget it, but even if I want to go, I won't go with you. Go!"

"But --"

"Let's go!" zhanyan's pale lip color and her eyes were full of tears. Suqianmo looked at her at the moment. He couldn't bear to think that he was really unfit to stay here at the moment, so he bit his teeth and turned away.

At the moment, there were only Fu Beichen and Zhan Yan left in the house. Fu Beichen looked at her appearance and his pale face. He softened down, walked forward slowly and sat by her bed, "Yan Yan, are you better?"

Zhan Yan didn't answer, but quietly looked at the scenery in the distance. Her lips were pale. Suddenly she lowered her head and her heart couldn't stop cooling down. The pain spread all over her body like crazy growth.

Finally, after a long time, she looked up, but she smiled enchanting. The smile seemed to be covered with the flowers of the past, "Fu Beichen, we can't go back, we can't go back again!"