Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

Lin Yifan looked at his serious look. Her eyes could not help getting wet. Her nose was sour. A few tears slowly slipped down her face. Her heart couldn't help falling to the bottom of the valley. She didn't want to say anything. She turned and ran out,

Fu qinzun looked at her back and couldn't help sighing in his heart. He knew that it was cruel to say so, but it was not a good thing to some extent. Lin Yifan has always been a dead man who sticks to his bones. He typically doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back. She must be sad to her bones before she will give up completely.

Early the next morning, he packed up his things, returned the room and was ready to leave. Presumably, after what happened last night, Lin Yifan should not follow him anymore. When he saw that there was still no movement in her room, he couldn't help but relax. She should have her own life again and shouldn't have anything to do with herself.

He and Li Feng arrived at the airport. During this period, Li Feng's face has been filled with a satisfied smile. As long as he goes back, those things in China can be settled, and Fu's crisis can be lifted, which is a great good thing for many people.

At the gate of the airport, he got out of the car. When he was about to enter, a figure suddenly appeared from one side and stood in front of him.

"Why don't you wait for me? Fortunately, my alarm clock rang in time, otherwise I won't catch up with you." Lin Yifan's face is still with a pure and innocent smile as usual, and his eyes are still as clean and gentle as usual, but his eyes are a little swollen, with some red blood in his white eyes, but his mood doesn't seem to be affected by last night. He is really heartless and heartless.

"Aren't you not coming?" He couldn't help being surprised. He didn't expect that Lin Yifan's psychological endurance was so strong that he couldn't believe it.

"Who said I'm not coming? It's all agreed. How can I suddenly not come? Well, come on in. It's time." Lin Yifan's mood couldn't help getting excited. He dragged him inside, still cheerful and smiling as always.

Fu was still at a loss. He didn't know what to say. Now he was almost on the plane. It was too late to let her go, so he had to take her on the plane.

"I figured it out last night. I still want to go home with you. Since you already have a family, I'll be a good friend. I believe you still need me." Lin Yifan took a deep breath and looked at his side face. It seemed that he had made up his mind, and the corners of his mouth raised a nice arc slightly upward.

"You see what you do, as long as you don't regret it in the future." He slightly turned his face and looked out of the window. In the face of Lin Yifan's persistence, he said cruel words and heavy words. Since she couldn't listen, he had nothing to say. Let it go.

After some twists and turns, the plane finally landed on the other side of the ocean. As soon as he got off the plane, he smelled the familiar air. Looking at the Chinese people coming and going around, he felt a sense of belonging in his heart. Sure enough, no matter how good it was outside, it was still inferior to his hometown.

"I'm going home now. Find a place to settle down first." He thought it was not appropriate to take Lin Yifan back. Besides, Fu still had a lot of mess to clean up. Lin Yifan, a medical student, couldn't help. It's better to let her go back and have a rest first.

"Well, I'll call you when I settle down." Lin Yifan also knew that he could not help, so he no longer followed him willfully. After going out, he left with him.

Fu uniform Zun knew that Guan Shili had not divorced himself in the past two years. Although he had asked Linda to give her the divorce agreement at that time, he had not received Linda's reply. He knew that Guan Shili had been waiting for him. He must feel bad, and the sadness on his face was deeper.

He arrived at the door of Fu's house. Now it was getting late and night had fallen, but there were still bursts of white light in the house. It could be seen that Lin Shuqing had not rested. He stood at the door and rang the doorbell. His heart was unspeakable heavy.

After a while, there was something moving in the room. The servant slowly came over, opened the door and saw him. His face was full of surprise. He was about to turn around and call Lin Shuqing, but he kept silent.

He walked in slowly and saw Lin Shuqing watching TV in the living room. He waited for a while and adjusted his mood. Then he slowly opened his mouth and shouted, "Mom."

Listening to the long lost voice, Lin Shuqing couldn't help but tighten her spirit. She slowly raised her head and saw Fu qizun standing beside her. She quickly threw down the remote control in her hand and slowly stood up. She couldn't believe her eyes.

"I'm not dreaming, are you back, son?" She came to Fu qizun's face, slowly raised her hand, poked and touched him, her face was full of surprise, her pupils couldn't help but enlarge to the extreme, and there was great uncertainty in her words.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I've been out for so long and made you suffer." Fu even Zun saw that Lin Shuqing had lost a lot of weight, and his face was sallow. It was only two years. He could see that the white hair on his head had doubled, and the wrinkles on his face had become much heavier. It can be seen that she was not much better in the past two years, and Fu Zhenyue's death was not an ordinary blow to her.

"You bastard, unfilial son! You left your family for a woman. Do you know that your father's last wish when he was dying was to hope you could come back, but you have heard nothing in the past two years. If I hadn't sent someone to find you, would you plan not to come back all your life?" Lin Shuqing's mood couldn't help getting excited. He raised his hand and gave him a slap. It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength and vented the accumulated resentment in his heart in the past two years. His face was ferocious, the muscles on his face were tight, and his eyes couldn't help getting wet.

Suddenly, a burning pain slowly came up. He slightly lowered his head and endured the pain alone. His heart was full of guilt for Fu Zhenyue. He thought that if he could do it again, he would not let things develop like this.

"Mom, I know you're angry. You call. I'm sorry, Dad. It's all my fault." Fu's mouth twitched, his sword eyebrows locked, his voice mixed with guilt and sadness, his face was dignified and abnormal, and he couldn't see any expression.