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

She knows Zhan Yan too well. Such a blow is really not very good for her!

Zhan Yan won't miss it?!

No, no, no!

With a slap, the trolley box in Xiao Yao's hand fell to the ground. She didn't have time to care about her luggage. She turned and ran outside——

Yan Yan, you have to wait for me, you have to wait for me, don't do anything stupid!

Yan Yan, you can't. did you forget that you promised your mother that you would live well no matter what happened?!

You wait for me, you wait for me——

dusk.

The red clouds outside the window are as desolate as blood.

The light in the room was faint and dark. Zhanyan sat in front of the dressing mirror and looked at herself in the mirror. She was so pale that people were not like people and ghosts were not like ghosts. She suddenly smiled, picked up the makeup on the table, carefully painted her eyebrows and drew a very delicate makeup.

Then she opened her wardrobe and took out the wedding dress customized by her brother from Paris, France and designed by him. Looking in the mirror, she felt that she was much more beautiful today than the day she married Fu Beichen.

But it is the kind of decadent beauty. The more it blooms, the closer it is to decay.

After she dressed herself up, she picked up the family photo on the table. There were mom and Dad, Grandpa and brother, but now she was alone.

"Grandpa, Yan Yan is too tired to walk. Yan Yan will accompany you, okay?"

Zhan Yan smiled, then held the family photo, lay quietly in bed and turned on the TV. Fu Beichen's interview was being broadcast on the TV. He was interviewed by the economic magazine. He smiled, so good-looking and brilliant, just like at the beginning.

But her expression was very calm. She just turned her voice to the maximum. She held the family photo tightly with one hand, picked up the fruit knife beside her with the other hand, and cut it quickly at her slender wrist——

Blood gushed out, dropping on the ground, like flowers blooming on the other side of Naihe bridge.

Lying in bed, Zhan Yan slowly closed his eyes.

Fu Beichen, if there is the next life, I don't want to meet you again!

Here, Fu Beichen just finished the interview and came down. After one month's efforts, Zhan finally got on the right track. When Zhan Yan was in a better mood, he returned the exhibitor to her. After all, this belongs to her.

At the thought of Zhan Yan, his eyes unconsciously took a trace of pain, and he didn't know how she was now!

Thinking, Fu Beichen came down from the interview platform without paying attention. He almost fell down, but at this time, there was a buzzing sound in his ear!

When he looked up, he seemed to see Zhan Yan smiling at him not far away.

"Brother Beichen..."

That faint, gentle voice, who is calling him, who is it?

It's Yan Yan. Is Yan Yan calling him?

At this moment, it seems that something important is passing away from his body bit by bit

The heart has never been so painful, as if it had been severely entangled in his heart by the vine of fate, and then desperately pulled his heart, and the blood of his whole body became extremely painful because of this pain.

How can there be... Such pain... Pain he has never felt

Suddenly, a bell interrupted his thinking. He looked down at the display number on his mobile phone. The faint fundus of his eyes flickered and disappeared in an instant. His tone was indifferent, "who?"

"Fu Beichen, you cheap man, how can you, how can you leave your face alone in such a big thing?! how can you --"