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

The night wind was slowly, and the desolate tombstone was behind her.

I don't know how long it took, Zhan Yan took action.

She slowly sat up and supported the magnolia tree with her hands so that she could find a support point.

Zhan Yan looked at the picture of Lin Siwei on the tombstone and wept silently.

Although it was empty and dark around, she didn't feel afraid. Why should people who haven't done anything wrong fear?

Lin Siwei, if you say you owe me, you owe me. You owe Fu Beichen, and I'll let you leave. I can't say something even if it's rotten in my stomach. I can't say it even if I've been tortured.

Especially for Fu Beichen!

But I have a clear conscience about the news of your death. I haven't hurt you, never.

Fu Beichen wants her to atone here?

For what?

She has never been sorry for Lin Siwei. Why should she atone here.

Zhan Yan got up, took care of his clothes, walked out of the cemetery step by step, walked alone on the path, and walked out of the forest. There were thousands of lights outside. At the moment, Zhan Yan's heart was full of bitterness and despair.

Just when he was in the cemetery, Fu Beichen twisted his foot when he pushed her. In addition, his foot knocked on the tombstone. It should be bleeding. There were all dry blood stains on it, but she didn't feel pain. After all, she was embarrassed at the moment.

If the media and newspapers know about it, it may be the front page of tomorrow.

But those are not things she can consider.

Now she just wants to go home and have a good rest. She's really tired, tired, tired.

The night was getting dark, but Zhan Yan had not walked home yet. The scabby wound was torn and bled again because he had walked a lot.

Zhan Yan walked forward slowly, but his head was more and more dizzy.

At this time, I don't know when a car came in front of her. The dazzling lights lit up everything in front of her, and even she had nowhere to hide.

Bright as the lights of the day, zhanyan stumbled a step, and the feeling of dizziness became more and more uncontrollable.

"Squeak -" the luxurious black business car suddenly braked, and the sharp sound cut through the silent night sky.

"What's going on?"

"Young master, I don't know if I met the person who touched porcelain!" the driver was sure that he didn't meet the person, but the other party still fell in front of his car.

"Get off and have a look." the man's voice sounded again, and the window fell slowly.

When the driver heard the man say this, he immediately got off the bus, and from the man's point of view, he could only see the face covered by long hair.

The driver carefully pushed the woman and made sure that the other party didn't respond. Only then did he make sure that she didn't touch porcelain and really fainted.

Some subconsciously raised her long hair, and when the man in the car saw her face, his eyebrows frowned!

"Bang --"

The driver looked at the young master in surprise and walked down from the car. He was as tall and straight as a model. In the moonlight, he had a unique luxury. His chestnut hair hung down to cover his eyes, so that people could not see what he was thinking.

"Young master, you --" the driver couldn't figure out his mind for a moment, so he had to stand straight behind the man.

"Why are you so embarrassed?"

A slightly ironic voice sounded, and the clean voice did not contain a trace of impurities.

When the driver didn't understand whether this sentence was said to himself or to the woman who fell to the ground, the young master, who has always been a synonym of loneliness and pride in his eyes, even picked up the woman regardless of her filth.