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

Murongjin heard Fu Beichen's words and didn't speak again. Looking at the heavy rain outside, she smiled, looked at Fu Beichen standing beside her and said with a smile, "the rain hasn't stopped. Please bother president Fu to take me back to the world trade building!"

Fu Beichen took a few puffs of smoke, spit out the last puff of smoke, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and then directly threw the key left by Chu fan to Murong Jin.

"Then please go back by yourself. I have to go in and see Yan Yan. Her mood is not very stable!" Fu Beichen said and went straight inside.

Murong Jin weighed several keys and smiled, "President Fu is not afraid that I will drive away your luxury car?"

Fu Beichen stopped and looked back subconsciously. "It doesn't matter. If you like it, when Yan Yan comes out, it doesn't matter if I send you a few cars. As long as she can be safe and what you want, I can try my best to meet you!"

"That's what you said!"

In the detention center at this time, Zhan Yan sat alone in the room. The bed here was so hard that she couldn't sleep well. In addition, she was pregnant again, so her back was a little sore.

Unknowingly, when the afternoon arrives, someone will come in these days to bring her hot milk and ask her to pay attention to rest and don't be tired, which is conducive to the healthy growth of the child.

Zhan Yan never knew when the prison treatment was so good?

The prisons I saw before are all hell. Are they all deceptive?

If there is no deception, these people should be arranged by Fu Beichen. It seems that he has not spent less effort.

But so what?

I can't go back!

They can't go back.

The bell rang at twelve o'clock, the iron gate opened in the north, and the milkman came in. However, a tall man was behind her. She had faded her expensive suit, and her smile was gentle and moving.

Zhan Yan looked up slightly with a sneer on his lips. How could it be him?

The policeman put down the milk, bowed his head and whispered a few words in Fu Beichen's ear, then turned and left.

Fu Beichen picked up the milk on the table and handed it to Zhan Yan. "Yan Yan, you are good. Drink the milk. The conditions here are not good. I know. At least have a good meal. Don't treat your body badly!"

"Well, you put it!" Zhan Yan smiled coldly, then stretched out his hand and pushed away his hand.

Fu Beichen put the milk on his mouth and drank it. He tried the temperature, and then put it in front of her. "It's cold, not hot, Yan Yan!"

"Seeing you, I'm disgusted and can't drink!" zhanyan looked disgusted.

Hearing Zhan Yan's words, Fu Beichen's body suddenly stiffened. Even when he came in, the smile on his lips became very unnatural, and even brought a touch of helpless desolation.

Seeing his slightly stiff body and the milk he carried in his hand, Zhan Yan looked up at Fu Beichen with cold eyebrows and eyes. "I'm not kidding what lawyer Murong said today. If you don't want to make everyone ugly, you'll sign the divorce agreement and let me go?"

"Yan Yan, will you wait until I get you out safely? You're not in good health. It's really not the best time to talk about it now!" Fu Beichen tried to restrain his anger. He didn't want to quarrel with her anymore.