My wife wants to be a widow every day (33)

"Yan Xun, you don't need me anymore,"

Fu min's words were like a knife stabbing into Yan Xun's heart.

"So, let me go."

"I want to go home ..."

The last sentence was almost like a whisper, but Yan Xun heard it clearly.

Her one sentence of wanting to go home had completely destroyed his feigned indifference.

Therefore, she had never treated this place as her home ... Was that so?

Yan Xun could not help but close his eyes. His thick eyelashes trembled, and his fingers that were hanging by his side gradually tightened.

"Chu yunke, this is your home."

Fu Shang looked back at him.

"This is not the place."

"My home is in nanchu."

Yan Xun stood up. He was very tall, and when he stood up, he gave off a strong sense of oppression. He walked out awkwardly, as if he was escaping from something. don't mention this again. I will never agree to it.

Yan Xun did not leave.