Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

Mu Shiyue sat on the side, drinking a drink honestly.

Simple appearance, like an angel, fell into hell.

Han Feixuan was drinking and tilted his head to look at her. His eyelashes were long, his eyes were like water, and his exquisite face was just right, so beautiful.

With a beautiful woman to accompany him, he would naturally enjoy drinking.

One cup after another, with no intention of stopping at all.

Mu Shiyue was eating the fruit plate brought by the bartender, and accidentally glanced at Han Feixuan. Seeing him drinking a cup, she frowned, "Are you worried?"

The hand holding the wine glass paused, and he raised his eyebrows, "Do you care about me?"

She sneered, "I'm not that self-indulgent, I'm just curious, why are you drinking so much wine?"

"I would! I won't be drunk anyway," he said.

Mu Shiyue took a breath and looked at him again, swallowing her saliva in surprise, "Are you... so good at drinking?"

He responded in a low voice, "Yeah, why? Curious?"

I have to admit, she was really curious.

You know, they are all rich and famous, and they are all business elites. It is inevitable to drink and socialize. If they can practice a thousand cups without getting drunk, then they will get twice the result with half the effort.

Mu Shiyue rolled her eyes, "Don't tell me you have taken the hangover medicine!"

"I'm not that hypocritical!" he said.

Her eyes lit up, "Then...then why aren't you drunk?"

Han Feixuan's eyes moved up a little bit, and seeing Mu Shiyue's face without makeup, he pulled her over, embraced her, and let her sit on his lap.

"What are you doing?" She exclaimed in surprise, attracting many pairs of eyes around her, even the bartender took a few more curious glances.

"Don't you want to know the answer?" He whispered in her ear, and his steamy voice stirred her earlobe, which was hot and made her heart beat faster.

Han Feixuan walked around her slender waist with his big hands playfully, while drinking the wine as if nothing had happened.

Mu Shiyue looked around in embarrassment. There were quite a few guests gathered in the bar at this time, in twos and threes. Seeing that they were all right, she looked away in dismay.

She sat in his arms quite unhappily, and urged, "Say it!"

"Then have a drink with me!" He picked up a glass of cocktail and brought it to her red lips.

Mu Shiyue said, "Didn't you let me drink it?"

He said again, "I give up now, drink!"

"You..." She stared at him, what a strange man!

She really wanted to refuse, but seeing Han Feixuan's lingering eyes, she sighed helplessly in her heart, so she took the wine glass and drank it down.

After watching her finish drinking, Han Feixuan took another glass contentedly, raised his head and drank one more.

"When I was young, I liked going to bars. I went to different bars every day and drank different wines. As I drank, I found that no matter how much I drank, I seldom got drunk." He said lightly.

Mu Shiyue sneered in her heart, and said with a hypocritical compliment, "Then congratulations, you've finally managed to keep yourself drunk for a thousand cups!"

If she could do it just by force pouring, what else would she ask him to do?
I thought it was such a profound skill!

After she finished speaking, she broke free from his arms and sat aside.

Han Feixuan stared at her sneering side face, pinching the wine glass in his hand angrily, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, just thank you Mr. Han for teaching me so much knowledge!" Although her attitude was very humble, there was still sarcasm in her words.

Without a hint of veiled sarcasm.

"Mu Shiyue, do you want to quarrel?" He stared at her even more angrily.

She shook her head, "Not at all."

Then, she asked the bartender to order a bottle of red wine.

I poured myself a cup, shook the goblet lightly, took a sip, felt the taste was good, and drank it down with my head raised.

When she wanted to pour wine again, Han Feixuan moved the bottle away, stopping her desire to drink. He looked at her coldly, "What kind of wine are you drinking?"

"Why can't I drink it? Although I don't have the huge capacity of Boss Han to drink a thousand glasses without getting drunk, I still have a certain amount of alcohol." She said calmly, reaching out to snatch the bottle back.

Continuing to pour himself wine, feeling what Han Feixuan would say next, Mu Shiyue immediately added, "Don't mention it to me last time, the reason why I got drunk last time was entirely because of you, who deliberately poured me alcohol!"

Thinking of the last time, he purposely poured her alcohol in public, she became furious. This man not only looks dangerous, but also very cunning,
It's really bad. If you have a stomach full of bad water, you will play tricks on others.

Han Feixuan narrowed his eyes. Although he drank a few cups, his mind was still clear. He looked at her coldly and took a deep breath. "Okay, drink it! I don't care about you."

Without his interruption, Mu Shiyue drank more happily alone. She took one glass after another, feeling the aroma of the red wine in her mouth, feeling slightly drunk.

After drinking a few glasses, she put down the glass. If she drank any more, she would be drunk. She was just angry with Han Feixuan, and there was no need to be really drunk.

While she was drinking, Han Feixuan also drank a few glasses by himself, turned to look at her who was slightly drunk, and suddenly said, "What happened between you and Feiyu? Let him never forget you..."

Mu Shiyue turned around and stared at him blankly, her brain was slightly under the control of alcohol, and her words were a little thoughtless.

She said softly, "Will you divorce me if you say so?"

Seeing the man sitting in front of her turn pale for a moment, she quietly repeated, "Divorce immediately, will you agree?"

Han Feixuan held the wine glass with trembling fingers, and his whole body was filled with air-conditioning. He quickly poured another glass of wine and drank it. He watched her for a long time before uttering two words, "No!"

Mu Shiyue smiled beautifully and brilliantly, "Then why should I tell you?"

After speaking, she got up and left from the high chair, grabbed the coat that was hanging beside her, and walked quickly to the door.

Han Feixuan's furious eyebrows twitched, he dropped the wine glass in his hand, and chased him out with his coat.

When he went out, Mu Shiyue was a step faster than him, and had already crossed the road, standing there looking for a taxi.

Han Feixuan gasped for air, and was about to stride over when a fast-moving black Ferrari passed by.

Stopping next to Mu Shiyue, Han Feiyu poked his head out of the car and whistled loudly at him, with a reckless and provocative aura clearly visible on his face.

He walked over quickly, just about to say, "Mu Shiyue, how dare you..."

Before she could say anything, she saw her get into Han Feiyu's car, and the car whizzed by him at a high speed.

Han Feixuan stared blankly at this scene, feeling astonished all over his body, he was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking, and he really wanted to stomp his feet and curse at others.

In the car, Mu Shiyue looked at Han Feiyu in the driver's seat curiously, "Why did you come here?"

"I heard you're here." He said bluntly, his face focused on driving was clear, and under the cover of night, it was particularly attractive.

Mu Shiyue murmured in her heart, she really just stepped out of the wolf's lair and into the tiger's mouth.

I really regret getting in his car.

"Where are you taking me now?" she asked immediately.

Han Feiyu turned his head, thought for a while with a thoughtful face, and suddenly leaned against her, breathing over her exquisite and gentle facial features, and said in a very gentle voice, "I've heard about you, for the time being I can't help you with anything, so I will take you to a good place to relax!"