Ex-wife Won't Remarry

The Fu family was in a strange and tense atmosphere, and Fu Ziyan, the "fugitive" for dinner, was looking at another protagonist who drank alone in front of her with complex and strange eyes. After a thousand turns of bitterness and bitterness, she finally turned into the simplest words and blurted out, "why?"

He Ziling's hand holding the wine cup was a little sluggish, but she didn't open her mouth. Instead, she directly lifted her wrist, and all the swaying wine in the cup went down. Her eyes with the gold frame still covered all the colors in his eyes.

Fu Ziyan looked at such a strange him. Her eyes were red, and she stubbornly asked, "why?"

He Ziling stretched out his hand and put it. The wine cup in his hand collided with the glass desktop and made a slightly pleasant sound. He didn't look up. His voice was still warm but full of different interest, "what? Don't you want to?"

Fu Ziyan bit her lip tightly, her face was a little pale, and her eyes were full of sadness. How could she not want to be his bride? It was her childhood dream, but

He Ziling only looked up at her, and his eyes were filled with some intoxication, and he took the Baijiu on his side and filled the glasses in front of him. He drank the wine in a glass of wine gracefully, and even though he didn't move his eyes, if he was not drunk and blushed by the white skin, he would think he was drinking boiling water. "Stop drinking, sister-in-law, she..."

Before she could speak, she was interrupted by the sound of water again. Fu Ziyan was anxious and painful. She grabbed the wine bottle and glass in his hand, red and swollen eyes, and shouted, "don't drink, do you want to drink yourself?! when did he Ziling, who has always been the most sober and gentle, fall to the point of getting drunk in this bar

He Ziling looked at her red eyes in front of her. Her eyes were full of drunkenness. First, she was surprised, and then she was stunned for a long time, sober? Gentle? Yes? This is him, but when did he hate himself? If he had been a little stronger... Just a little... Maybe now he doesn't need to borrow wine to avoid worry Yes

But when did even the girl in front of her no longer have a simple living wave, but full of such sadness?

Fu Ziyan looked at him, his eyes were no longer as bright as before, only the deep sadness. His heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel knives at the same time. The overflowing blood made the pain numb.

Heavily put the wine cup in her hand on the table. She pulled the other wine cup placed on one side slightly numbly and poured wine into the wine cup. The crisp collision sound and the sound of water seemed to hit their hearts.

"Don't you want to drink?! OK, I'll drink with you!!!" she pushed the glass in her hand in front of him. Fu Ziyan grabbed the full glass in front of her and suddenly poured it into her mouth. The strong smell of wine choked her throat. Her whole face turned red and coughed violently, but she still stubbornly poured wine into her mouth.

He Ziling's pupil shrank behind her lens and suddenly got up to stop her. However, because she drank too much high-grade spirits, her blood gas surged up. She suddenly fell down on the luxurious and spacious leather sofa beside her, making a loud "Dong".

But she succeeded in drawing back the attention of the person who was pouring wine towards her. Fu Ziyan's wine bottle fell to the ground with a sound of "bang!" and her body suddenly trembled with the sound. Her heart ached and pressed down the pain of being burned by the wine. She hurried to his side and held his arm, "brother Ziling!!!"

He Ziling struggled to open his eyes. His eyes were warm and moist, with an apology. He opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse and heartbreaking, "I'm sorry!"

Fu Ziyan's nose was sour and her tears fell down. She threw herself on him and cried hysterically, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances and insecurity.

"I knew that brother Ziling is still that brother Ziling. Even if all the people in the world have changed, you won't change!"

He Ziling was stunned for a few seconds, his hands hung down powerlessly, the liquor made his body drunk, his internal organs burned, the whole person's mind was confused, and his sight was gradually blurred. In his memory, it seemed that a girl had cried with him. He had never been involved in worldly affairs. For the first time, he felt the heat of tears, and his heart was slightly acid Pan pain

"Don't cry... Sorry..."

Fu Ziyan trembled and instinctively raised her head. Her eyes were still washed by tears, red and swollen, pale and delicate.

He Ziling's eyes gradually changed from confusion and emptiness to nostalgia and tenderness. She reached out and gently wiped her tears. A few seconds later, in her surprised and frightened eyes, she gently kissed her tears dry. The warm and cool touch made Fu Ziyan's heart tremble. Before he could be shocked, his warm and hoarse voice directly drove her into the 18th floor of hell. Her whole body and heart instantly fell to the bottom of the valley, pink Completely broken!

He said, "Xiao Yan, don't cry..."

The hot and humid kiss with wine gently slipped through her eyes and cheeks, and finally landed on her lips. Fu Ziyan suddenly woke up and hurriedly stretched out her hand to push him away. How can... How can this

However, before he got up, he pulled him back to his arms and imprisoned him. He buried his head tightly around her neck. His voice was so hoarse that there seemed to be no volume, "little words... Don't go, don't go..."

There were cold drops of water falling in her collar, but it burned Fu Ziyan's heart. Her eyes contracted sharply. The humble voice seemed to be low into the dust. Her heart seemed to be quietly grasped by a desperate hand. Pain, ridicule, pain for him, ridicule for herself

"I won't go, don't worry..." she reached out and gently hugged his thin waist. She whispered six short words, but she burst into tears.

The people on the body seemed relieved, but they still didn't let go. The tip of her nose was full of wine and the good smell of him. The strong aftertaste made her headache. She felt that he seemed better. She tried to struggle to open, but he was pressed by him.

He Ziling suddenly raised his head. There was no light in his dark eyes, and the blood light beat faintly, which frightened Fu Ziya. Before it was too late to fear, he was severely gnawed on his lips until there was blood in his mouth. He looked up a little and shouted desperately and firmly, "I won't let you go!!! Can I keep you if I'm a bit overbearing? Can I keep you?!"

As soon as the voice fell, he kissed her again. Fu Ziyan trembled uncontrollably. The panic in her eyes dissipated when she heard his desperate roar, leaving only boundless sadness. If... In this way, you can be happier... Even if you treat me as her, it doesn't matter

Slowly close her eyes. Her fingers inadvertently pressed on the broken glass under the sofa. Blood flowed, but she didn't feel pain. Her tears were like thawed river water, falling on the blood on the ground. It was shocking!

The night is long, and sadness mixed with despair, gradually upstream into a river

Fu family, bedroom, muxiyan stood by the window and looked at the dark night sky. Xiumei frowned tightly. She was depressed for a while. Her chest seemed to be pressed by a fast boulder. She couldn't breathe.

The sound of water in the bathroom rang in her ears, clear and clear. She took a deep breath. She turned and left a note on the dresser. She glanced at the looming figure on the bathroom door, pursed her lips and went out of the bedroom.

Just down the stairs, as soon as I stepped into the round door of the back garden, I saw a faint light in the pavilion not far away. When I came closer, my eyes flashed, glanced at the chess game on the stone table, calmed down, politely and calmly said, "Mayor he!"

He Zheng looked at her deeply with a kind of intimidating eyes, looked at the opposite seat, and said faintly, "it's convenient for the old man to go, and you will replace this game. How about it?"

Mu Xiyan was silent for a moment, sat down on the stone seat opposite his chess game, looked down at the evenly matched chess surface layout, stretched out his hand and raised the red cannon to the middle, "general!"

He Zheng's eyes moved slightly and directly pushed the car in the lower right corner of the elephant in front of the general under the elephant, "Ziling promised to go into politics!"

The calm voice sounded calmly, but it hit her like a thunder. Muxi Yan's hand holding the chess piece tightened violently, almost dropped the chess piece, raised his eyes to meet his eyes, and was slightly cold. "Mayor he must force him to take the road you arranged? Is his reputation really more important than his ideal happiness?"

He Zheng's eyes flashed slightly, and then he smiled coldly, "since I didn't force him six years ago, I won't force him this time, but since he turned back and agreed to this road, there is no room for change!"

Mu Xi's words were slightly stunned, slightly frowned, and then returned to calm, "the marriage with Xiao Yan..."

"The Fu family and the he family are originally friends. The marriage between the two families will be of great help to his career in the future. Moreover, I am also very satisfied with and like the girl Xiao Yan. It is both public and private. This marriage is profitable and harmless!"

"General!" Mu Xiyan suddenly dropped a word, raised his eyes and looked at the man with rigorous and deep eyes. He couldn't help laughing, "does mayor he ignore their happiness?"

Does he want to force Xiaoyan and Ziling to look like he and Mrs. he or his father and Mo LAN?