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

"Just say what you want to say. I have nothing to refute!" Zhan Yan smiled and looked at the man in front of him with clear eyes, but with a trace of sadness.

"Show your face, you know? Sometimes I see your face, I'm really disgusted!"

A cold smile appeared at the corners of Fu Beichen's mouth. Did she think her suffering was over? If so, he can only laugh at her innocence.

"I know, Fu Beichen, I know what you think of me, so you don't have to remind me again and again. I already know and recognize where I am in your heart!" Zhan Yan smiled, but didn't look back at him.

Because she was afraid that as soon as she looked back and saw the face, her heart would ache uncontrollably.

This man is the only obsession in all his youth.

Only in the years of famine, a little bit has been ground beyond recognition.

"It's best for you to have such self-knowledge. I don't have to tell you!"

Squeak——

There was a screeching sound of braking in the middle of the night.

"Get off!" spit out two cold words. Fu Beichen took the lead in getting off and strode into the darkness.

Zhan Yan then got off, hesitated, and then followed him.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Beichen's steps finally stopped. At this time, Zhan Yan's face showed a sea of flowers, and in the middle of the sea of flowers, there was a sea of flowers——

A tombstone!

You can know who is lying there without thinking!

Fu Beichen's favorite woman in his life, Lin Siwei!

He would rather spend his whole life helping a dead man build a tombstone than spend a little time on himself. Now she knows clearly that her Beichen brother doesn't belong to her anymore.

He hated her for the sake of another woman. He wished it was her who lay in the cemetery.

Zhan Yan looked at the gradual melting of Fu Beichen's cold face. The affectionate appearance appeared countless times in his dream.

"Siwei, I brought you the woman who killed you!"

Fu Beichen glanced over like a sharp sword and hit Zhan Yan's heart with pain!

The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. At this time, the flowers were blooming. It took a long time for Zhan Yan to think that this was Siwei's favorite Mulan before.

Falling into memories, a burst of tearing pain came from zhanyan's scalp.

It turned out that Fu Beichen found his absence. When he was angry, he pulled her hair and pressed her against the cold tombstone.

The exposed skin was cut by the rough ground. Fu Beichen couldn't see it at all, and Zhan Yan didn't want to show weakness to him, so he was stubborn and silent.

"Zhan Yan, I want you to repay Siwei hundreds and thousands of times for the things you have done!"

The cold words stabbed Yan's heart. Before she could react, Fu Beichen's hand had torn open her skirt!

Zhan Yan was stunned!

"Fu Beichen, what do you want to do?!" she covered her dress and looked at the man in front of her. She couldn't help looking angry and sad.

Fu Beichen sneered, and the dark color in his eyes became more and more obvious. "Zhanyan, what are you pretending to be pure? Isn't this what you want? Don't you kill Siwei just to get me?! what are you pretending to be in front of me now?"