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

His hoarse voice trembled, "Yan Yan, don't do this again in the future, I'm afraid!"

"Zhan Yan, you fucking want to scare me to death. Do you know, I thought you couldn't jump off the Erhai Lake -" Xiao Yao, standing on the side, began to scold Zhan Yan. When she got up, she didn't see Zhan Yan, but saw Zhan Yan's shawl floating on the Erhai sea. She thought Zhan Yan jumped off the Erhai Lake and told Fu Beichen when she came out.

Unexpectedly, he jumped down without saying a word.

After listening to Xiao Yao's words, Zhan Yan realized what was going on. Her shawl should have been blown down Erhai Lake by the wind when she put it on the rocking chair on the balcony. Unexpectedly, there was an oolong.

But so what?

"I'm fine, Yao Yao, don't worry!" Zhan Yan explained to Xiao Yao, then broke free from Fu Beichen's arms, and his eyes fell coldly on his face.

"Thank Mr. Fu for worrying, but Mr. Fu doesn't have to. Even if I die, it has nothing to do with Mr. Fu!" she opened her mouth coldly, with a cold tone, leaving no room for each other at all.

The people standing around witnessed the scene when Fu Beichen jumped down from Erhai Lake and risked his life to save Zhan Yan, so she looked at Zhan Yan like a monster. How could she say that?

The usual appearance is polite and polite to everyone, but is it too harsh and indifferent to this man now?

It's so hurtful!

When she was free, she walked to Xiao Yao and passed Fu Beichen, but her eyes didn't even look at Fu Beichen. Her eyes just fell on Xiao Yao's tearful face. She looked a little embarrassed. It was those immortal words she said last night that frightened her, so she would be so rude and think she would be short-sighted.

It's really her fault.

"Yao Yao..."

Zhan Yan's voice just fell, but a cold breath came from his wrist, and his hand was grasped.

"Yan Yan, come back with me!" Fu Beichen's voice seemed urgent but dumb. There was no expression on his handsome face. It seemed to others that Fu Beichen was so pathetic.

Zhan Yan didn't react yet. He just felt that his body was light and had been picked up by others.

The familiar taste filled his whole nasal cavity. Then Fu Beichen took Zhan Yan and walked to the Rolls Royce parked there——

"Fu Beichen, let go of me -"

Zhan Yan said coldly, looking at Fu Beichen with a bit of gloom.

But Fu Beichen seemed to hear nothing. He held Zhan Yan in his arms more vigorously. What he held in his arms was like his whole world, but his handsome face was cold.

Only he himself knew that he almost lost his face just now.

Before he could react, a hard slap sounded on his face——

This slap made Zhan Yan's palms numb and strong, so his face soon turned red with five finger prints.

Fu Beichen received this slap, but he didn't let go of Zhan Yan. Instead, he hugged Zhan Yan harder. His voice was very weak, "let's go home!"

"Home? I have no home, Fu Beichen. I have no home for a long time!"

Hearing Zhan Yan's cool tone, Fu Beichen was stiff.