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

That day, after Zhan Yan and Fu Beichen broke up unhappily, they didn't meet again.

Because he was injured, Zhan Yan couldn't play in Milan, so he had to lie in his room and couldn't do anything. Fu Beichen was busy with his career. After all, he still had something to do here anyway!

It was not until the third day that her injury was better that she had time to go for a walk.

The sky is blue, and the sea water is transparent, as if it were the most exquisite and bright sapphire.

In the afternoon, the cool sea breeze blew in the face, mixed with some soft and sweet smell

The sun is as clear as glass, shining on the white sand beach. The bright sand beach suddenly emits a bright light. The blue sea water rises rapidly, and the waves bloom on the transparent sea water.

Zhan Yan walked alone, barefoot, on the beautiful beach, with a bright smile on his face.

The wind blows to show your black hair, and a pair of black eyes are brilliant

She walked along the beach with her shoes. The sea washed up on the beach and wet her white feet. Looking at the sea, she and Fu Beichen had been there in the year when they were just admitted to the University.

The scene is still there, but things are different.

Just then, on the beach not far away, she saw a man sitting on the yellow sand and drawing seriously.

The man was wearing a white shirt, but the wind was blowing close to his body, so as to outline the outline of thin shoulder blades. His thin black hair was pressed against his white and long neck, looking so quiet.

Zhan Yan slowly approached him, so she saw a bright picture of heaven and sea on the drawing board. The color is very light, but it makes people feel very real, as if the scenery in the picture is the sea in front of us..

Then she bent down, sat quietly beside him and watched him finish the painting.

Under the sun, the delicate face was like a work of art carefully carved by God. A head of broken hair like black jade floated quietly in the wind, and the sun lingered around him.

Seeing that he had stopped his brush, Zhan Yan turned to him and smiled, "sorry, I've just been watching your painting. Your painting is really good. I like it very much!"

The sun is quiet and light.

The man sitting on the beach, his expression is still indifferent, his eyes are staring at the sun not far away, and where the sky meets the water, his eyes don't turn.

Seeing him like this, Zhan Yan stopped talking and just watched him finish the painting in her hand, because she knew that the painters hated others to disturb them. After they finished the painting, she would naturally pay attention to her.

She still didn't answer. On the golden beach, she stood behind the man, and the man ignored her. He just looked at the things in his eyes, didn't think she was in the way, drove her away, and didn't make any response. He still looked at the distance quietly, as if she was air.

Zhan Yan saw that he had finished painting, which was very good, and even more delicious than ah Yun's painting. She smiled. When she was about to leave, the man suddenly looked back at her. Those deep eyes, like a vortex, deeply attracted her. However, she was stunned when she saw that face in the dazzling sun——

There are two people so similar in the world!

But she knew clearly that he was not Fu Beichen!

Fu Beichen is a natural king. No one can stop the momentum of monarching the world, especially the black eyes. However, the man in front of him is gentle and gives people a feeling of spring breeze.

"Just now I was painting the scenery in the distance. I didn't want to be disturbed, so I ignored you. I'm sorry for this!" the man's black eyes burst out clear light and flowed into the stars. His smile was as light and transparent as mist. There was an unspeakable sexy and enchanting, "do you like my painting very much?"

Now it's zhanyan's turn to say nothing. She stared at the man in front of her.

The man smiled slightly, then jumped down from the reef, looked at Zhan Yan and said, "I'm song Zhiyuan. Nice to meet you!"

"Song Zhiyuan?"

Zhan Yan murmured, but there was a shocking color in the depths of her eyes. Song Zhiyuan, if she changed her surname to Fu, she would really feel that he and Fu Beichen are brothers. After all, they look so similar. If they are not brothers, no one will believe it.

But I shouldn't!

Over the years she has known Fu Beichen, she has never heard that Fu Beichen has other brothers, only Fu Beiling!

She should have thought more. Besides, there are so many people with the same name in this world. What's strange!

"Why? Don't you believe it?"

Song Zhiyuan looked at her and smiled. It was as elegant and charming as the prince who came out of the fairy tale. The smile was as beautiful as the most brilliant diamond.

"No! I just feel a little strange! Your name is very similar to the name and appearance of a person I know. If I didn't know, I thought you were his brother!" Zhan Yan silently looked at the man in front of him and whispered.

"Really?"

When she said this, the man's good-looking smile also faded, and the original clear eyes suddenly dimmed, but then his thin lips rose strangely. His eyes were stubborn and stubborn, with a deep hatred in his eyes and a strange sneer on his lips.

The sea breeze was blowing gently, blowing by their side

"Well, it's just that there are all kinds of wonders in the world. It's not surprising that people are similar!"

"Yes!"

Song Zhiyuan suddenly turned around, gently responded to her, and then quietly walked away from Zhan Yan. The wide white yarn shirt trembled gently in the breeze.

"I want to go there and see what's worth painting, so I won't talk to you!"

Zhan Yan smiled faintly, with a bright light in his clear eyes, "OK, go, I won't bother you!"

"Then..."

Before he finished his sentence, he felt that the sunshine in front of them seemed to be suddenly lost, and a group of dark people approached them——

"Who are you?"

Zhan Yan suddenly looked up. In the afterglow of the sun, song Zhiyuan looked at him straight. The deep heavy pupils flashed a trace of turbulence. There was a cold and bloodthirsty color in those clear eyes.

Song Zhiyuan quietly held Zhan Yan's hand in his palm, and then looked at each other calmly.

"Oh, originally, song Zhiyuan, you also have time to be alone!" the leading man staggered over and looked at Song Zhiyuan gnashing his teeth.