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

"Mommy, where are you going? I'm going too!" Xiaole pulled the corner of her dress and looked pitiful. "Don't leave Xiaole alone. I promise I'll be good!"

Zhan Yan looked at his son and smiled like a gem at the corner of his mouth: "Xiaole, you are mommy's sweetheart. How can Mommy be willing to leave you? You go to play with Godfather first and Mommy will come to you after handling things, okay?"

"Well, Mommy can't lie to me!"

"Well, Mommy won't lie to my baby!"

The sun is as bright and transparent as crystal.

On the black marble floor, the light flowing in from the glass of the French window sprinkled Fu Beichen's whole body. He sat against the light, and the white paper in his hand showed a dazzling white light.

"Fu Shao, this is all the information madam has had in recent years!"

"Check all the men around her, especially one called Shaoqing!" Fu Beichen said coldly.

"Yes!" said the assistant, "is Fu Shao looking for her to design jewelry?"

Fu beichenxuan raised his head and his eyes were cold. The assistant immediately shut up.

"Get out!"

The assistant lowered his head and walked out of the office slowly. Only now did he know that their president changed his face so quickly, and he always looked cold and hard to get close to.

Fu Beichen looked at the records of Zhan Yan in the past four years. It turned out that she was anonymous. No wonder he couldn't find her.

His face became smarter and more and more like a hedgehog!

However, there was no trace about the child in that document. I only know that the child is now four years old. Zhan Yan will take the child wherever he goes and dote on the child very much!

Naturally, he is very spoiled. That child is his son. He was born after thousands of hardships. How can he not be spoiled?

But that man is really out of the way!

Leaving Jing Shaoqing's zhanyan, he walked aimlessly on the quiet path of Madrid. The sun seemed to be hidden. The pattering rain fell, and the rain was cold and piercing.

Zhan Yan was still walking on the road. The rain fell down her cheeks, but her eyes were as ethereal as the vast rain and fog.

The rain was heavy, and the raindrops seemed to fall from the sky. They were connected into filaments one by one. A dark fog was shrouded over the city.

The whole world seems to be in peace

Why meet?

Why appear in front of me and disturb my heart?

She looked up at the gray sky, let the cold rain soak her whole body, silent like an injured child.

When others say they want to cry, as long as they look up to the sky, the tears will not stay.

But after a long time, even she couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain on her face!

Suddenly, she saw a cello lost in the rain in the distance, as if it had been deliberately abandoned.

Zhan Yan walked towards it slowly, with clear water flashing in his eyes, and crystal rain beads hanging on his long eyelashes.

After a while, a melodious but sad Cello Sound gradually sounded, and the sad notes seemed to penetrate the rain and fog

Zhan Yan's fingers stroked the cello lightly, and his eyes were still staring at the front. He immersed himself in his own world and couldn't feel anything