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

A black luxury business car splashed beautifully on the path.

"Fu Xiao, the man next to his wife is Jing Shaoqing, President of France's King perfume company. What do you think is necessary?"

The assistant whispered, reporting his findings. Jingshi is nothing to Chenyan group, let alone a threat.

"What is his relationship with Yan Yan?"

"According to the survey, President Jing seems to love his wife very much and has proposed to her!"

There was a dull atmosphere in the car. None of them could guess what Fu Beichen's expression meant? Had to wait carefully.

A thin layer of rain and mist condensed on the window.

Fu Beichen looked out of the window absently. A strange color appeared in his dark eyes, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and raised a bewitching and uninhibited smile.

Propose?

How dare you!

Suddenly, a clean, clear but sad figure came into his eyes——

The rain mixed with the cold wind hit the ground heavily, but the woman still stubbornly sat there playing the cello, tears and rain flowing down her pale face endlessly.

The sad music is floating everywhere

When Fu Beichen in the car really saw the figure, he frowned and shouted in a deep voice, "stop!"

Before the car stopped, Fu Beichen got off the car in a hurry. Fu couldn't take any umbrella. The cold rain hit his cold face with a bone soaking chill.

Damn it, doesn't she know how to take care of herself?

It seemed that the rain was getting heavier and heavier. In less than a few minutes, Fu Beichen's black suit was wet, and cold rain dripped from his broken hair in front of his forehead.

"Yan Yan..."

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped at the moment he spoke——

Zhan Yan looked up at him. Her amber eyes were as transparent as glass. Her fingertips had long become numb because of the cold. Her lips were pale and dry, and crystal beads hung on her dark eyelashes.

It seems that there are only two of them left in the heavy rain, and the others don't exist

How can the world be so small that you can meet it wherever you go.

In a trance, Zhan Yan seemed to smell the smell of fate.

The people in the car looked at each other in the rain and looked at each other. They didn't know what to do. But the only certainty is that they can't let Fu Beichen have an accident.

"Fu Shao..." the assistant approached Fu Beichen with a black umbrella and blocked the rain for him. "Get in the car! Otherwise it will be bad for your health if you get wet for a long time!"

Zhan Yan still looked at him, through the misty water vapor, his eyes couldn't open because of the rain.

"Go, get in the car with me!"

Fu Beichen took her hand and held it tightly, even crushing her.

However, at that moment, Zhan Yan broke away from his warm palm.

The cold wind blew through Fu Beichen's hands. It was cold, and there was a trace of injury in his eyes.

"Mr. Fu, do we know each other very well?" Zhan Yan's voice was as soft as morning mist, and the drops of water fell from her cheeks as crystal clear as night dew.

"Yan Yan, good, get in the car!"

Fu Beichen said softly. The tone of prayer really startled the assistant on one side.

Is this their president? Gentle as a prince in a fairy tale, anyone will sink! But some people don't know each other.