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

Now that she had done it, she would not care, nor would she think that she would keep it from Zhan Yan.

"You're right. I betrayed Zhan Jing, and I betrayed Zhan! Zhan Yan, in fact, I'm the same as you. I beg but can't. you beg but can't. why don't I treat Zhan Jing? But you're still luckier than me. You can wait for Fu Beichen to respond, but I'll never get his response. Do you know the cold of despair!"

"I know, I've experienced Chu Qingyou's coldness, but even if you're cold, you shouldn't warm yourself with other people's blood! Even if my brother doesn't love you, he's never sorry for you. You can leave him and find your own life again, but you don't frame him into prison and destroy Zhan!"

Zhan Yan's fingertips on the other end of the phone were green and his face was pale. He bit his lips tightly and bit blood. "Don't you know? My brother knew you betrayed him early on, but he wouldn't say it was you! Chu Qingyou, you know? You really let me down!"

"Disappointment? That's disappointment. Anyway, we won't meet again in the future!"

Zhan Yan listened to Chu Qingyou's words and smiled indifferently. Then she hung up the phone and looked at the call records. It had been half an hour. After looking at the sky outside, she began to darken slowly.

Now, when Fu Beichen comes back, she wants to ask him about it. Only this thing needs to be confirmed by her.

And whether Chu Qingyou was instructed by him to attack the exhibitor.

I don't know if she was too sad or what. She didn't feel much after stabilizing her mood. Still, Fu Beichen raised her too well during this period of time. She was a little hungry. She was going downstairs to find something to eat.

When will sister-in-law Chen come back?

She's really a little hungry!

Cotton slippers make a slight creak when stepping on the solid wood stairs. Zhan Yan walks down the stairs and unexpectedly finds Lin Siwei still sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Because Lin Siwei turned his back to her direction, Zhan Yan couldn't see her look at the moment.

"Lin Siwei, why are you still here?" she opened her mouth coldly, but she didn't get a response.

Zhan Yan walked over in doubt. When he came to Lin Si's face, his face suddenly changed.

Because Lin Siwei leaned on the sofa, bowed his head and closed his eyes. The fruit knife originally placed on the tea table was inserted into her chest impartially. The dazzling blood dyed her white skirt red and dropped on the ground along the corner of the skirt, condensing the blood of the big beach at her feet.

"Ah --"

Zhan Yan was so frightened that he screamed and staggered back two steps. He almost didn't fall.

She slightly stabilized her mind, dared to approach, stretched out her fingertips and put them on Lin Siwei's nose, but she couldn't feel the slightest breath. Zhan Yan was even more frightened. He reached out and pushed her a few times, shouting loudly, "Lin Siwei, Lin Siwei, wake up!"

However, he didn't get the slightest response. Instead, Lin Siwei's body slipped on the sofa, stiff and without a trace of vitality.

Zhan Yan was very frightened. In a panic, he picked up the phone and just wanted to call 120. But it happened that there was a scream at the door——

Then, Lin Siwei's mother rushed in, fell down in front of Lin Siwei and cried loudly, "Siwei, Siwei, my daughter, wake up. What's the matter with you?"