The ambiguous atmosphere spread throughout the room. I don't know why my soul is still in this room after I died. I can see, hear, and even smell it.
Like a torture, I was forced to watch Fu Yan having sex with his lover.
The lover shouted deliberately, and Fu Yanshen looked at the bed from time to time. My body was on the bed.
They all seemed to want to attract my attention, but unfortunately I am dead and I don't care what they do.
Fu Yanshen and I have been together for more than ten years and tortured each other for more than ten years.
Now that I'm dead, I find this a bit ridiculous.
If we had both taken a step back, we wouldn't have been able to reach this point.
After the two were intimate, Fu Yanshen let his lover leave first. The woman glared at me dissatisfied when she left.
I'm already dead but I still hold a grudge.
Fu Yan took a deep drag on a cigarette, and the smell of nicotine covered it up, creating a disgusting and unpleasant smell.
Although the smell of cigarettes is also very unpleasant, I have never been able to stand the irritating smell. Fu Yanshen just liked to smoke in front of me just to make me angry.
Now even if he is angry with me, I won't say anything else.
"Tang Wan, how long are you going to keep pretending?" Fu Yanshen finished smoking the last cigarette, his voice cold.
Outside, he is a much-anticipated business tycoon and the helmsman of the Fu Group. He is born to be arrogant and arrogant.
Two days before I died, we were still arguing. I was really not used to being unable to speak after this death.
Before I pressed the button, the two of us had already opened the mic with passion.
Seeing that I was silent, Fu Yan was so angry that it felt a little wrong, but even so, he didn't step forward to see my situation.
"Divorce" he said and left.
He mentioned these two words countless times, and every time I disagreed, for the sake of the Tang family and my son.
I have never agreed to it, and now I really want to agree to it for myself.
It's a pity that the only time I agreed to divorce was that he couldn't know about it.
First person essay
Concept: Men are unreliable~
