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

Zhan Yan didn't turn around, his eyes were as clear as water, without the slightest fluctuation.

The sun was light and quiet. The tall Fu Beichen stood on the white marble ground. His anger was completely filled with the peaceful environment of the whole balcony.

Zhan Yan felt that a figure was gradually approaching her. Her dark eyes stared at her, even hotter than the sun. She couldn't escape from this undisguised angle.

“……”

"What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for Qin Ge?!" Fu Beichen looked at Zhan Yan and ignored his existence. He just stared at the blue sky. In this way, she made him have some unspeakable flavor.

“……”

There was still a silence. His words were like floating in the air, but they melted into the air in a moment, and there was no trace.

"Show your face -"

Fu Beichen grabbed her shoulder and shook it hard, but she was like a broken doll without any feeling. She just let him shake it, as if her soul had long been separated, and the rest was just an empty shell.

“……”

Zhan Yan still didn't answer, just stared at her blue sky.

Just when he was ready to get angry, Zhan Yan slowly turned around and looked up at the man who had humiliated himself but made her hate him. He looked straight into his dark cold eyes through the black sunglasses on his face.

"Live and die, be happy with your son, hold your son's hand, and grow old with your son!" Zhan Yan's quiet language showed a trace of coldness, and there was an unprecedented irony in his dark eyes. "I've always liked this sentence and hope to find the other half I expect and live an ordinary life!"

"I know that there is nothing between us, even when we were young. I also know that you want me to die. I'm tired and don't want to struggle. Do you remember what I said to you? Brother Beichen -"

Ginkgo leaves, quietly dancing in the breeze

The sky seems more and more blue, almost a transparent blue

"What?!"

"I'll give you what you want. You want me to show my face and feel miserable. I'll just give it to you. After that, we'll clear up and I'll give you everything I owe you!"

Fu Beichen snorted coldly and looked at her with deep eyes, with a cold meaning in his words, "do you think you can repay? Show your face?! Siwei is dead, she is so miserable, even if you are dead, can you repay?"

Zhan Yan's expression was quiet and faint, and the sun shone on her face, "yes, she died. She died so miserable. I really can't afford it! If I say, brother Beichen, I also died like Lin Siwei, so even if I don't owe you, I'll give it back to you?! is this a kind of atonement?!"

"Ah..." Fu Beichen stared at Zhan Yan's eyes. He didn't like the faint look on her face. He couldn't tell what it was like. It was very uncomfortable and stuffy. He didn't like it very much. He didn't like it very much!

"I know you don't believe me, and naturally you won't believe that I will die, will you?" Zhan Yan smiled faintly. "In fact, the life I want is very simple. I just want to live an ordinary life with what I like. Even if he has no money, even if he is just ordinary. For me, as long as we all love each other, it's enough!"

"Quiet life? With whom? With Qin Ge?" Fu Beichen stretched out his big hand, grabbed Zhan Yan's white arm and asked impolitely.

Zhan Yan smiled miserably. She loved him, but he didn't know, "Fu Beichen, there are trees and branches in the mountain. The heart is happy with you. You don't know. I don't know whether I'm sad or poor..."

"Enough -" Fu Beichen angrily pushed Zhan Yan to a corner. He approached her directly and held her hands with great strength to crush Zhan Yan's thin shoulders.

"Zhan Yan, shut up. I don't want to hear you say this, but I don't allow you to die. I don't allow you. Your life is mine. You owe me!"

Zhan Yan can't help laughing. Maybe it's funny or bitter. Because he can't cry, he can only laugh. Tagore's words are true. The furthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I stand in front of you, but you don't know I love you!

She didn't want to pay any more attention to him, so she went to the house. Fu Beichen just wanted to go up and say something, but his mobile phone rang, while Zhan Yan entered the house and ignored him no longer, no matter where he was going.

She knew that she could never escape this time.

Fu Beichen answered the phone and said he was going to Italy. It seemed that there was a banquet that needed him to attend, so he flew directly from the Aegean Sea to Italy with Zhan Yan overnight. Zhan Yan didn't want to go, but Fu Beichen forced her to go. Zhan Yan couldn't resist him and had to go with him.

As soon as he arrived in Italy, Zhan Yan entered the house and refused to come out. They lived in a villa, which was Fu's property in Italy.

The villa is in the center of Milan. After a series of twists and turns, she is really tired and just wants to go back to sleep. Until the afternoon, Fu Beichen pushed the door and saw Zhan Yan lying quietly in the rocking chair and looking at the scenery outside the window.

Looking at such an exhibition, Fu Beichen suddenly thought of a word, the years are quiet and good.

Unfortunately, Zhan Yan was standing in front of him. It was Zhan Yan with blood on his hands, not Siwei.

Zhan Yan, sitting in the rocking chair, heard the sound. She looked up and saw Fu Beichen coming towards her step by step. She smiled, looked at the man in front of her and said, "what's up with me?"

Fu Beichen walked slowly to her, looked at her and said, "there's a party for me tonight!"

"Oh? What kind of party? But I'm tired. I don't want to go. If you lack a female companion, I think with your charm, there should be many women who want to be your female companion, so I won't block you!" in the bright sun, there is a kind of sadness that is not easy to be noticed in the voice, and the slender figure falls on the ground with a desolate taste.

"Zhan Yan, don't be shameless. You are my wife. Isn't it common to accompany me to such a banquet? Remember, Zhan Yan, this is your duty as the young lady of the Fu family!"

"Then I have to go. I don't even have room to refuse!" Zhan Yan smiled and looked up at Fu Beichen. "I don't know I have such use. Fu Beichen, in fact, you're afraid, aren't you?!"