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

Oh, it seems that her mother really didn't pick him up. She was just on her way.

"Xiao Le, let me introduce you. This is no regret. She will be your sister in the future!" Zhan Yan said.

Xiaole threw his heavy schoolbag aside, and the corners of his lips rose. The evil smile was just like Fu Beichen, "Yo? I don't know when you gave birth to such a sister. Is it dad's illegitimate daughter outside?"

As soon as Xiao Le had finished speaking, song Buhui, who was in the co pilot's position, looked pale and ugly. Although she was a child, she was already very sensible, and was particularly sensitive to the word "illegitimate daughter".

"Fu Yancheng, what are you talking about? Are you looking for smoke?" Zhan Yan scolded coldly, ignored him and started the engine.

The car drove all the way into the villa where they lived and parked in the underground parking lot.

Along the way, the car was surprisingly quiet. Even Xiaole felt his mother's anger and wondered who the little girl sitting in the co pilot was.

Song Buhui has always said little, and now he doesn't speak much.

After the car stopped steadily, zhanyan pushed open the door and got off with song Buhui's little hand, "don't regret, go home with mom!"

Song Bu regretted being held by Zhan Yan and obediently went upstairs with her. Li ignored Xiaole who followed him, and he was honest now and followed him alone.

Fu Beichen hasn't finished work yet. As soon as Zhan Yan walked into the house, he was busy cooking in the kitchen.

"Mom, let me help you!" song Buhui bent his sleeves and followed Zhan Yan like a small tail.

Song Buhui, a four-year-old child, was petite and had just reached zhanyan's waist, but he had a small face. He seriously told her that he wanted to help her cook, which made zhanyan a little embarrassed.

"It's good not to regret. Mom doesn't need your help. Go back to the house and have a rest first. Mom will call you after she has cooked the meal!"

"Well, OK, mom!" song Buhui nodded, obediently went upstairs and went back to his room.

Xiaole sat on the sofa and saw song Buhui passing by. They didn't speak. They were very strange. Of course, they are strangers.

Because song Buhui kept his head down, Xiao Le didn't see song Buhui's face from beginning to end.

I wondered if I was too ugly to see anyone.

He sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV leisurely. Xiaole came out to be envied. He was born with a golden spoon and inherited his father's good gene. He usually didn't read books. He was the first in the school in an exam. Many people were jealous.

Good life experience, good grades outside!

At six o'clock, Fu Beichen came home from work on time. If there was a party, he would call home in advance. But in this case, Zhan Yan would probably be unhappy, and then ignored him for a few days. It was not Zhan Yan's unreasonable trouble, but Fu Beichen's stomach was bad. Zhan Yan didn't like him drinking wine very much.

After the landing antique clock rang six times, there was a sound in the porch. Fu Beichen pushed the door in and carried a large bag of fruit.

"Dad!" Xiao Le sitting on the sofa stared curiously at the bag of imported fruit carried by Fu Beichen and smiled, "Dad, when did you learn to buy things to make your wife happy?"

"It's for those who don't regret!" Fu Beichen said and ordered Xiaole to wash the fruit.