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

Zhan Yan just stepped out of her old house and got into a taxi. A woman stood behind her and smiled.

"I didn't expect that you would let Zhan Yan go!" Song Zhiyuan came to her and looked at her exquisite face. Her voice was very weak, with a trace of regret.

"She has left here. Why should I embarrass her? Besides, grandpa has died and she can't go back to Zhen's house in her life. Then why should I dye her hands with blood?" Zhen pingting said faintly. "In fact, I'm curious that Fu Beichen is willing to let her leave!"

"What if he doesn't let go? Zhan Yan and he can't continue anymore. Only by letting go can he get close to her!"

Song Zhiyuan whispered, but his eyes looked at the shadow of the leaving car.

He too understood Fu Beichen's letting go. If he didn't let go, he would only drive Zhan Yan crazy. At that time, it would only be more difficult. Letting go now is just for the future.

"Unexpectedly, Chu Qingyou betrayed you in the end!"

However, Zhen pingting smiled indifferently. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, she has no use value!" paused, but turned to song Zhiyuan. "Now Fu and Zhan have merged into Chenyan group. What are you going to do now?"

"Don't move for the time being. Zhan Yan has just left. Even if Fu Beichen has no defense, he won't be unprepared at all. Maybe he's waiting for me to make small moves behind my back and invite the king into the urn!"

"Yes!"

Zhan Yan went to the United States, but she didn't stay long in the United States. After giving birth to her child, Fu Beichen went to the United States to see her twice. Each time, she broke up a little unhappily. She couldn't stand this kind of divorce. He still came to entangle. It felt as if she would always live in her shadow.

So Zhan Yan left the United States with her children and went to Provence, France, cutting off all the links between her and Fu Beichen!

In the morning of Provence, there is light moisture in the air, but it is as fresh as sea dew. The ancient castle, white walls and vines are becoming more and more green.

The leaves are breathing, spitting dew.

On the open-air balcony on the second floor, Zhan Yan lay quietly in the rocking chair, looking up at the boundless blue sky all the time.

Gradually, the sun came out from the parallel line, and the warm sun shone on her bit by bit. The whole looked very quiet and beautiful.

Unconsciously, she has been in Provence for more than two weeks. In addition to going to work and taking care of the baby, the most thing she does every day is to sit in the sun, accept the baptism of the sun, and go to church to pray.

It seems that she has gradually recovered, but only she knows that the wound in her heart makes her unbearable.

The room is filled with strong aroma

Zhan Yan was still lying in the rocking chair, and the sun was warm on her.

Breathe evenly.

The waiting time was like a knife, scratched on her skin one by one, and each knife left a deep trace. She even felt that she was left with a pair of breathing skin bags and those heavy and painful memories.

Besides, she has nothing!

If it wasn't for the baby, she even felt that there was nothing wrong with dying like this!

In the distance, the boundless lavender field seemed to meet the horizon. Now it's not the season for it to bloom, so I can't see large tracts of purple, but only the residual flowers and bones.