Ex-wife Won't Remarry

The smile on Fu Ziyan's face stiffened for a few seconds, forcing down the bitterness at the bottom of her heart. It seemed that she didn't understand his meaning. Her smile was still beautiful and cheerful. "It doesn't matter. These are just small things. It's not hard at all, not to mention... I'm very happy to take care of you, even a little!"

He Ziling's hand trembled slightly holding the book, raised her eyes and quietly looked at the girl in front of her. Some compassion flashed in her dark jade eyes, like self mockery and others

Unknowingly, the little girl was so slim and graceful. The smile on her face was still beautiful, but the sun was a little more sad. By nature, they would become husband and wife!

"Xiao Yan, why do you need to..." I don't know how long it took him to turn his eyes a little. His face was meaningful and quiet, like a good ink painting. "Now that we are married, I will remember my responsibility as a husband. I will try my best to compensate. You can be at ease..."

Fu Ziyan's body was shocked and her heart seemed to be pierced. The non fatal pain was long and thin, and her whole body was very sour. She should be relieved and satisfied. She married the person she liked, and the person she liked was a very good person. He would remember his responsibilities, but only those responsibilities

"Well, good, you have a good rest!" she pressed down her powerlessness and tried to make herself laugh. Since he forgot how to laugh, she smiled for him, hoping to infect him at least a little.

Turning around, I was about to leave, but was stopped by a quiet voice, "I'm going to the United States in a week. It's time to take over the things there, Xiao Yan... Take good care of yourself!"

Fu Ziyan stopped at her feet, took a deep breath, hooked her lips and nodded, "you should take good care of yourself, too. I'll see you off that day..."

He Ziling's eyes flashed and nodded slightly, "OK!" then there was no more redundant voice.

Fu Ziyan couldn't help but be disappointed. She turned her head and looked at him. The quiet appearance made her inexplicably depressed. Her eyes were wet and hurried to leave the study.

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Here, I don't know how long I slept. Muxi Yan woke up. I felt the hot line of sight on my head. As soon as I looked up, I hit a pair of dark eyes. The deep pool pupils were stained with ink, but the ink was full of struggle, fear and depression. It was like an unknown Black Datura, which wanted to suck people in. It was complex and difficult to solve!

"Jun hao? What's the matter?!" Muxi was stunned for half a second, and hurriedly asked.

The light, low and soft voice sounded in his ear. Fu Junhao suddenly returned to his mind, his eyelids drooped slightly, and when he raised his eyes again, he was already smiling and gentle.

As he reached out to help her lean against the head of the bed, he took the bird's nest next to her and fed it to her mouth, "come on, eat something to cushion your stomach, and you can have lunch right away!"

Mu Xiyan looked at him suspiciously and ate quietly with his hand. Maybe there was a doubt in the bottom of his heart, so he ate faster, and soon the porcelain bowl was at the bottom.

Fu Junhao put down the porcelain bowl with satisfaction, took out a paper towel and gave it to her. Muxiyan took it with a smile and wiped the corners of his mouth. Then he looked up at him. Thinking of his complicated eyes at the beginning, his voice softened involuntarily, "what's the matter?"

Fu Junhao's eyes flashed, smiled and shook his head, "nothing's wrong, good, get up and move!"

However, Muxi's words didn't follow him this time. A pair of bright eyes looked at him quietly, which made him feel guilty for a while, and the smile on his face couldn't hang up.

She said, "Jun Hao, you know, every time you hide something from me, your eyes will be particularly dark and bright, and even attract people's eyes beautifully!"

His calm voice struck him like thunder, so that he didn't worry about his wrong hand.

"Do you... Know anything?"

Listening to his voice of careful exploration, Muxi said, his mind sank and nodded, "yes, although I'm not sure, there are some eyebrows, but - I'll know sooner or later!" as she said, she looked at him and said word by word, "I prefer you to tell me in person than to understand the truth from others!"

Fu Junhao's eyes darkened and smiled bitterly, "Jun mo... He died eight years ago because of the failure of transplantation..."

"In the kidnapping at the age of seven, only our mother died. He and I are all right..."

Muxi Yan's face was stiff and murmured, "sure enough..." still lied to me?

She settled her mind and glanced quietly at the person in front of her. She only felt a little dizzy and bitter, "why hide these? Am I really so untrustworthy in your heart?"

Fu Junhao's face was pale and his heart was tightly clenched. He just felt that it was difficult to breathe, "Xi Yan, I......"

Mu Xiyan didn't let him speak, but asked closely, "I just ask you, is it you who saved me in Honolulu that year?"

Fu Junhao was shocked and his eyes slipped through panic. He knew that if he lied to her again today, she would never believe him again

But... How can I tell her that he will push her away with his own hands!

Looking at his appearance, Muxi said that his pupils were slightly dilated and his face gradually turned white. His expression may have explained the answer, but she wanted to hear him admit it.

With firm and persistent eyes, Fu Junhao suffocated. He moved his lips, but he couldn't open his mouth. He knew she wanted an answer

"If you don't want to answer, forget it..." muxiyan looked at his moving lips, his heart kept calm, and finally he could only close his eyes and said powerlessly.

"Not..."

"What?" Muxi opened his eyes and stared at him tightly.

Fu Junhao pulled his fist, collected his eyes, smiled bitterly and said, "it was not me that saved you that year, it was Jun Mo!"

Boom! My mind exploded. Muxi said that her pupils tightened suddenly, and then gradually widened until her eyes were extremely sour and painful. She couldn't close it, and unconsciously said, "what's the matter...?"

Fu Junhao pressed down the suffocating pain in his chest, opened his mouth low, and his voice was dull, "that year, I was in the United States, and Jun mo..."

His voice is very pleasant to hear. Even if he has a dull color, it also shows a magnetism. The narration rises and falls, but it is depressing and painful.

All the things unfolded one by one with the sound, and finally became what they are now. Muxiyan looked blankly ahead, and her heart was filled with anger of being deceived, regret of wrong timing, and boundless acidity. These moments hit her at a loss, and bursts of dull pain at her temple made her consciousness chaotic.

The divine sense seemed to return to the evening eight years ago. The maple leaves were in full swing all over the mountains and fields. The noble and peerless young man smiled. He was even a little more sad than the sunset glow in the sky. He was instantly lost to the human eye

When autumn goes to the East, the man's eyebrows and eyes remain the same, and his lips are still smiling. However, those eyes are deep and unpredictable, vaguely showing the spirit of the king, which makes people surprised

The picture rotates constantly, first is the father's loving smile, Grandpa Fu's face stained with wind and frost but kind and tolerant

Finally, it was fixed on the beautiful and graceful handwriting at the end of the contract a year ago

How did this happen... How did this happen

Fu Junhao looked at the person in front of him. He felt suffocating pain in his heart and reached out to touch her. However, she seemed to wake up suddenly, suddenly stepped back and looked at him in a trance.

Her hands were stiff in the air, and her eyes were full of deep pain and depression. Sure enough, after she knew the truth, she would never forgive him again. Although he had found out the matter recently, he cheated her for his own personal gain

"Xi Yan... I... I'm sorry..." he withdrew his hand blankly, but sadly found that he didn't even have the courage to look up at her except for a few monosyllabic stanzas.

The husky and familiar voice slightly changed back to Muxi's mind, and looked up at him in a daze. Her face was pale and almost transparent, and she murmured almost unconsciously, "how could you not be him... How could this happen? Grandpa lied to me, Grandpa lied to me, how could grandpa lie to me? Marriage and contract were all lied to me..."

Looking at her eyes with no focus, Fu Junhao couldn't care about anything else. He stretched out his hand to hold people in his arms and prayed almost humbly, "Xi Yan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there will be no cheating in the future, and I'll never let you be wronged again. If you talk to me, you can hit me, that is... Don't ignore me..."

"I want to tell you, but I'm afraid that after I tell you, you will no longer belong to me. I stole everything, joy, marriage and you now. I dare not take risks..."

Muxi said that her mind was dark, her divine sense was vague, and her ears kept repeating the whispering voice, eager and full of fear, as well as his tight body and flustered heartbeat. All these made her heart dull and painful gradually. She blinked her eyes in a trance and stretched out her hand hard. She was just trying to hold him. There were bursts of pricking pain in her lower abdomen. She stretched out her hand to explore the bright red color of her skirt Stabbed his eyes, and the feeling of fear and uneasiness rushed to his face.

"Well... It hurts, boy... Boy..."

Fu Junhao was shocked and looked down. His face was pale and blue. He hurriedly held up the man with pale lips and bloody skirt and rushed out of the door.

Hearing the noise, Xiaomei walked out of the room. Her eyes fell on Muxi and stretched out her hand. Her eyes suddenly shrunk and shouted at Fu Junhao, who ran downstairs, "stop. If you don't want to kill her, stop!"

The shrill roar made Fu Junhao's body stiff in place, and his scarlet eyes shot at Xiaomei.

Xiaomei pressed down her surprise and rushed over. While holding someone towards her room, she shouted, "come on, hold someone and come in with me!"