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

"Wife, what's the matter?" he looked at her wrongly.

"I told you to stay, but I didn't tell you to sleep with me. President Fu, don't think too much!" Zhan Yan said, opened the wardrobe, took out the spare pillow and quilt and threw them on the cloth sofa.

It turned out that she was going to let him sleep on the sofa.

Fu Beichen reluctantly pressed his forehead with his hand. He just felt that his temples were hurting. "Yan Yan, are you too cruel to me?"

"If you don't want to sleep on the sofa, get out." zhanyan said coldly, turned and lay back on the big bed.

Obviously she begged him to stay, but zhanyan obviously didn't have the slightest sense of begging.

President Fu actually made a very spineless compromise. As long as he can guard his wife and children, not to mention sleeping on the sofa, he is also willing to sleep on the nail board.

The bedroom is very quiet, only the orange wall lamp at the head of the bed emits a faint yellow light.

Zhan Yan is afraid of the dark, so the light must not be turned off when sleeping at night.

Soon, there was a uniform and light breathing sound on the bed, and Zhan Yan had fallen asleep.

But Fu Beichen was lying on the sofa, but he couldn't sleep at all.

His tall body nestled in the sofa, his legs and feet stretched out, and his body couldn't stretch at all. How could he sleep.

In the quiet night, with his dark eyes open, he quietly looked at the woman sleeping on the big bed, looked at her quiet little face, watched her fall asleep safely, no longer afraid, no longer struggling, so he was at ease.

When she woke up the next morning, she looked refreshed. She lifted the quilt out of bed and stood in front of the French window, stretching herself comfortably.

And then look at President Fu, whose handsome eyebrows are slightly locked, sitting on the sofa, moving his numb arms and beating his sour legs. His posture is more or less funny.

Zhan Yan looked back at him and smiled calmly. There was something of schadenfreude.

"You really don't look like the former president Fu!"

"Well, Yan Yan doesn't like the old Fu Beichen, so I'll change it until Yan Yan likes it!" Fu Beichen replied, and stood up from the sofa with some difficulty. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Very good!" Zhan Yan raised his lips and curved his eyebrows, but there was a cold breath in his eyebrows.

Fu Beichen came to her and couldn't help rubbing her soft and fine hair. "If you sleep well, are you hungry? Let's have dinner downstairs."

He stretched out his hand to hold Yan's hand, but she dodged without trace.

"I'm really hungry!" Zhan Yan said to himself, approved a coat and walked out of the bedroom.

Fu Beichen's hand was still in the air. He looked down at his stiff arm, smiled bitterly, then took it back, followed Zhan Yan's footsteps and walked downstairs to the restaurant.

They were sitting face to face at the table for breakfast. Fu Beichen picked up the golden poached egg, dipped it in some soy sauce and handed it to zhanyan's lips.

Zhan Yan almost pushed away his hand without thinking, "it's too greasy."

"Just looking greasy, it won't be too greasy to eat. Besides, poached eggs are very nutritious!" Fu Beichen explained in a warm voice, but zhanyan still shook his head.

Fu Beichen reluctantly put down the dishes and chopsticks and asked, "how can you eat? Can you stop torturing me and yourself?"

Zhan Yan picked up the dishes and chopsticks and said indifferently, "I didn't force you. If you can't stand me, I'll go!"