Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

The smile on Han Feiyu's face was bright, like bathing in the spring breeze, but in Han Feixuan's eyes, it was particularly dazzling.

He stared at his younger brother coldly, and suddenly said, "What do you remember again? Are you smirking?"

Han Feiyu moved his eyes to him, and said bluntly, "I think the woman I kissed just now! That feels... so good!"

Han Feixuan suddenly thought of the photo he just sent him...

In the photo, Han Feiyu pulled Mu Shiyue and kissed him passionately.

That picture lingered in his mind for a long time.

Lingering.

Han Feixuan's fingers holding the teacup kept tightening, and his face gradually turned terrifying, "Han Feiyu, you are so proud! Not all women can kiss casually!"

"Oh? Really? I don't think so. I can kiss any woman I like. Anyway, she is mine!" Han Feiyu said deliberately.

Han Feixuan's face became more angry, "I'm reminding you, don't overdo it!"

Shen Jiaren and Han Mingxin couldn't understand what they were talking about at all. The two elders looked at each other, and they almost looked at each other in embarrassment.

Shen Jiaren interjected puzzledly, "Xiaoyu, your brother is right, there are too many women out there, and they are too messy, so you can't just kiss casually! Your body is the most important thing, what if you get sick? Yes, but the gain outweighs the loss!"

"Ah?" Han Feiyu was surprised, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Your mother is reminding you to pay attention to your style for your own good! Don't ruin your reputation!" Han Mingxin said again.

Han Feiyu frowned suspiciously, leaned lazily on the sofa, put his hands behind his head, and whispered sleepily, "I just kissed a woman, and is fame involved?"

"You bastard, what are you mumbling about?" Han Mingxin reprimanded.

Han Feiyu didn't want to make his parents angry at this time, so he quickly raised his hands above his head, as if begging for mercy, "Sorry, I shouldn't talk, okay? I'll kill me as soon as I get home!"

Shen Jiaren held her son's hand in pity, and angrily scolded her husband, "Mingxin, you are too harsh on Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu just came home, so don't keep attacking him!"

"You! It's just that you dote on him too much!" Han Mingxin shook his head helplessly, with a mentality of hating iron but not steel.

Han Feixuan sat on the side, looked at his parents with a smile, but felt a little hostile towards Han Feiyu.

Mu Shiyue sat in the upstairs dressing room for a long time.

She hugged her knees, her thin body curled up in a corner of the sofa, looking at the clothes on her body that had been torn by that nasty bastard Han Feixuan, she couldn't help frowning with a sigh.

Is it her illusion?Originally, he who didn't dare to have any sexual interest towards her, seemed to be unable to conceal his inner desire more and more.

She knew very well that he was not out of love, but just to vent his anger.

Or jealous.

He is used to covering the sky with his hands, used to others submitting to his feet, used to arbitrarily manipulating other people's fate, used to being self-righteous, and even more used to playing with all kinds of women.

But she admired Shiyue not to follow him, bossed him around, and even stubbornly demanded equality and respect in front of him.

This is undoubtedly a provocation to him.

She could imagine what the outcome of a little white rabbit's provocation against the big bad wolf would be.

Wrapped in the torn clothes, her eyes were cloudy, Han Feiyu's release from prison was unexpected to her, and his nostalgia for her, the obsession in his eyes made Mu Shiyue even more deterred.

Sitting there, she originally thought that the dawn was approaching, but now it seemed that it was elusive.

This Han family is like a pond of stagnant water, trapping her so tightly that she can't escape even if she wants to escape.

Sitting there in a daze for a long time, she finally recovered. Mu Shiyue got up, opened the closet, looked at the rows of clothes, and casually took out a sweater and jeans.

After changing it, I went downstairs.

At this time, the downstairs was already peaceful. Han Feiyu smiled and chatted with his parents. Although Han Feixuan was used to being deep, he sat on the side quietly and listened silently. laugh.

Looking at the happy family downstairs, Mu Shiyue couldn't help but sigh in her heart, they are a family, a real family.

She is just redundant, she really wants to leave here and return to her own home.

Even if the house is empty, only my brother is alone.

But it's also my own home.

When she came down the stairs, Han Feiyu noticed it first, and hurriedly stood up, "This is my sister-in-law!"

In front of his parents, he pretended not to know Mu Shiyue.

Mu Shiyue came over, smiled awkwardly, and pretended to say, "Hello."

"Well, well, hello!" Han Feiyu took the opportunity to reach out and hold Mu Shiyue's hand.

Holding her hand, Han Feiyu refused to let it go, holding her soft little hand nostalgicly, and said to Shen Jiaren with a smile, "Mom, my sister-in-law is so pretty, and the wife I marry in the future should also be like me." Sister-in-law is like this!"

Shen Jiaren chuckled and didn't speak.

Han Feiyu deliberately raised his eyebrows and glanced at Han Feixuan, and said, "It's still my brother who has the vision to marry such a beautiful beauty..."

"Really?" Han Feixuan stood up slowly, walked around the coffee table, walked in front of the two, pushed their hands away with a big hand, and hugged Mu Shiyue into his arms.

Mu Shiyue was taken aback by his sudden action, and just about to run away, Han Feixuan grabbed his wrist tightly again, and then heard his almost threatening voice, "If you make me angry again, you can decide for yourself !"

She froze for a moment, her face froze for a few seconds.

Then he obediently let Han Feixuan pull, without resisting. 
Han Feiyu noticed the strange expression on her face, and knew that it must be related to Han Feixuan whispering in her ear, so his eyes darkened a little.

"Remember, you only have one sister-in-law. It's not that easy to marry a similar woman!" Han Feixuan said pointedly.

Han Feiyu noticed the warning in his words, and narrowed his eyes coldly.

Shen Jiaren saw that the faces of the two sons were not quite right, and hurriedly said, "Come on, Xiaoyue, come and sit..."
Mu Shiyue also took the opportunity to walk away from Han Feixuan and sat next to her mother-in-law.

Han Feiyu hurried over and sat on one side, while Han Feixuan paced and leaned sideways, staring deeply at Mu Shiyue and Han Feiyu in front of him.

The awkward atmosphere was disturbed again by Shen Jiaren. She took a sip of tea and said, "This time Feiyu is back, and it will be the weekend in two days, and Feixuan also spared time. Our family will go back to the ancestral house to pay respects. Ancestor, this is an old rule."

Han Feixuan nodded, "Okay, I will make arrangements in advance."

Han Mingxin also said, "Well, it's right to pay respects to ancestors, Feiyu, you have to be good in the future, don't cause trouble!"

Han Feiyu obediently agreed, "Okay, I will listen to my parents!"

After a pause, he said with a smile, "Then where are my previous cars?"

"It's in the garage. It hasn't been opened for four years. If you like it, go buy two more!" Shen Jiaren said, and handed him a bank card from her bag, "You just came out, this card You use it first."

He finally put it in his pocket without refusing, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Mom!"

Shen Jiaren was very happy.

Han Feiyu picked up an apple in the fruit basket and began to peel the fruit with a fruit knife.

Circles of fruit peel rolled up along his slender fingers like jade, circle after circle, meticulous.

"But you don't need to buy a new car. Brother, don't you have a few cars? I'll just drive yours." He said suddenly.

Han Feixuan was taken aback, "Since when did you have the same taste as me?"

Shen Jiaren said, "Buy a new one! You and your brother have different preferences."

Han Feiyu had a half-smile, and just finished peeling an apple. He carried circles of peels and threw them into the trash can. Then, holding the peeled apples with his white and slender fingers, he looked at Han Feixuan who was sitting on the side. With a pun, he said, "It's okay, I just like the things my brother used..."

With that said, he handed the apple to Mu Shiyue.

Mu Shiyue was shocked and quickly refused.

Han Feiyu forcibly broke away her hand and put the apple into her hand.

Seeing this, Shen Jiaren hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "Hurry up and take it! Your brother-in-law's heart."

Han Feiyu smiled evilly, "Yes, my brother-in-law's kindness, sister-in-law!"

Mu Shiyue was very embarrassed. She hurriedly took the apple in her hand, and felt that Han Feixuan's fiery eyes were staring at her.

She lowered her head helplessly, afraid that if she raised her head a little, she would be stunned by his gaze.