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

"Of course!" Fu Beichen took Zhan Yan's hand and held her in his arms. "What do you say? Yan Yan?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, we don't know each other very well!" Zhan Yan said calmly, with a transparent and flawless light in the dark pupils. "And you're very rude. Don't you know? Shaoqing is not only my boyfriend, but also my fiance!"

"Show your face..."

Fu Beichen was angry, and his eyes were full of unfeeling expression. There was not too much hatred in his expression, but more loneliness.

In this way, he watched Zhan Yanhuan put on Jing Shaoqing's arm. The thorough color in his black eyes faded bit by bit, full of the smell of Yin, prey and bloodthirsty.

"What's the matter with me?" Zhan Yan looked at him, his eyes suddenly sour, and his heart felt a slight pain. "Isn't Mr. Fu afraid of being jealous of Miss Sheng when he goes to another woman like this?"

"Zhan Yan, you know, I don't want anyone except you, you know!" Fu Beichen's sadness and unspeakable pain turned into reality, and his beautiful face also showed a sad loneliness at this time.

"That's your business, not mine!"

Fu Beichen's long wings like eyelashes drooped, and his gentle eyes squinted at Zhan Yan. He saw a touch of sadness in her eyes, and his heart was full of tenderness for a time.

He pulled her into his arms and said softly in her ear, "Yan Yan, stop it. Let's go back and talk!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I don't understand what you're talking about," Zhan Yan smiled, then pushed him away and took Jing Shaoqing's hand again. "Excuse me, my fiance and I have to go there to see, because many friends want to know my fiance and invite them to our wedding!"

"Yan Yan, let's go!" Jing Shaoqing glanced at Fu Beichen and said to the countess, "madam, let's go there. Excuse me!"

Fu Beichen looked at the two figures in the distance and felt bitter for a moment.

His eyes were empty and empty, and his whole body exuded a lonely, cold and arrogant breath

Jing Shaoqing, you are brave enough to touch my woman!

The night wind poured on the earth, and the leaves swayed in the wind, blowing out the sound of shuttle. The ancient high foot street lamps in Madrid pull the figure of passers-by long.

The drizzle outside the house fell quietly from the air, and the cold marble steps seemed to have a temperature under the fluorescent lights.

There are two figures on it. One is soft, while the other is as cold as sculpture.

The figure of Zhan Yan is lonely and silent, showing a strong sadness, like an abandoned child.

"Yan Yan, you still love him, don't you?"

Zhan Yan was silent and recalled what had happened. Her heart was so painful. At this time, her scarred heart was torn into pieces and scattered on the ground and could not be healed again.

"Yan Yan, don't feel bad. You should remember that no matter what happens, I'll be by your side. I won't let you face it alone, nor will I let you face loneliness and loneliness alone!"

Jing Shaoqing looked at the sky. His transparent eyes seemed to be full of stars. Even the drizzle seemed to become beautiful.

"Shaoqing, I......"

Yan Yan's dark and slender eyelashes hung down, transmitting a shadow under the light, and answered weakly.