Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

The next morning, Mu Shiyue woke up before six o'clock.

In fact, she almost stayed up all night, standing by the bay window with swollen eyes, looking indifferently at the white belly in the sky, and the desolate pain in her heart still spread.

Looking at the tall and straight figures in sportswear running around the flower bed and rockery in the huge yard, she knew that Han Feixuan had a habit of running in the morning, which hadn't changed for so many years.

Under the morning light, he was dressed in black sportswear, and his slender and muscular back was charming, but he failed to arouse Mu Shiyue's favor.

The few things that happened recently, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, have completely lost the meaning of continuing to live in the Han family. For Mu Shiyue at this moment, staying one more day, every moment, every minute and every second is torture .

After a simple wash and delicate makeup, when she went downstairs, the rare Shen Jiaren called a foreign chef, and breakfast was ready.

Shen Jiaren also ordered the chef to deliver Nie Fanduo's share before leaving, saving Mu Shiyue a lot of effort.

After the morning run, Han Feixuan passed by the restaurant, and Mu Shiyue almost met face to face. They ignored each other and ignored each other. One entered the restaurant, and the other went upstairs to change clothes in the rain.

Looking at the table full of meals, Mu Shiyue didn't have any appetite, so she simply drank a glass of milk and was about to go to work.

Before she got up and took her bag and left, Han Feixuan went downstairs in a suit and leather shoes after changing his clothes. There was also a Bi man beside him, Nie Fanduo, who was Yingtai and soft, was leaning on Han Feixuan's arms with his whole body. .

He carefully helped her downstairs, then Han Feixuan helped her sit on the sofa, entered the dining room by himself, drank a glass of milk in a hurry, put down the glass, stared coldly at Mu Shiyue who got up and was about to leave, and looked at his parents, Said, "I'll take Fanduo to the hospital for reexamination later. The wound I torn yesterday became inflamed, so I still have to go to the hospital for treatment."

As soon as he heard the words Nie Fanduo, Han Mingxin's eyebrows suddenly twisted into a Sichuan character, and he said sharply, "In this case, let her be hospitalized directly! If you want to rest in peace, you can book the entire hospital! "

This is said with awe-inspiring atmosphere.

He really deserves to be the old man of the Han family. He has been in charge of the Han family for decades, and his nature of spending a lot of money has never restrained.

Han Feixuan hesitated for a while, and said casually, "Let's talk!"

Then he and Mu Shiyue walked out almost step by step.

It was rare to see his son and daughter-in-law going in and out together. Han Mingxin was too happy, so he didn't say anything else.

Mu Shiyue leaned over to change her shoes in front of the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and heard Han Feixuan's voice behind her, "Help Fanduo put on her shoes."

The fingers holding the high-heeled shoes paused, and when she understood the meaning of his words, Mu Shiyue's heart froze for an instant, and she straightened up still proudly, her eyes were cold, "What did you say?"

"I'll let you change Fanduo's shoes."

Almost every word, Han Feixuan deliberately used a soft tone, speaking casually, but in fact it was full of carelessness.

Mu Shiyue gently put down the high-heeled shoes in her hand, pulled her little feet out of the slippers and stepped into the high-heeled shoes, her face was cold, "Don't Mr. Han have long hands? Help yourself!"

She picked up her bag and was about to push the door to leave. Han Feixuan quickly stopped her at the door, with his long arms lying in front of her and the wall, and said coldly, "Don't you understand what I said? I asked you to help her." .”

At this time, Nie Fanduo supported the wall and walked slowly to the entrance. The pink slippers were reflected in the corner of Mu Shiyue's eyes.

She looked at a pair of silver high-heeled shoes on the shoe rack, and said softly, "Those are my shoes, Miss Mu, I'm sorry."

Mu Shiyue sneered mockingly in her heart, but she was very good at acting, she pretended to be pitiful and innocent in front of Han Feixuan, as if all the faults were caused by her, Mu Shiyue.

This nasty woman!
Mu Shiyue glanced at the watch on her wrist. It was almost eight o'clock. She was going to organize a meeting with all the designers in the morning. She was worried that it would be too late and she didn't want to waste time with them. She put down the bag in her hand, squatted down quickly, and picked it up. The pair of silver high-heeled shoes on the shoe rack were placed at Nie Fanduo's feet, and he helped her take off the slippers and put on high-heeled shoes.

Looking at this scene, the arc of Han Feixuan's mouth continued to rise, he slowly opened the door, and the person who appeared in front of him surprised him——

At some point, Mu He came to the Han family, and by coincidence, he stood outside the entrance. What's more, he heard almost all of the conversation just now.

Mu Hewan stared coldly at Han Feixuan in front of him with gloomy pupils, and his eyes fell on his younger sister Mu Shiyue, who was squatting down to put on shoes for Nie Fanduo. His cold eyes were like two cold lights, freezing the three of them instantly. .

Han Feixuan is well versed in the world and has been in business for many years. He has seen big winds and waves for a long time, so he is not concerned about it. It's just that he didn't expect such a coincidence. The corners of his slightly embarrassed lips moved. Pull first.

"Is this how you treat October on weekdays?"

Mu Hewan opened his lips coldly, and his voice sounded like a deep cellar.

The tone of questioning is enough to reflect the unfriendliness of Mu Hewan's trip.

The embarrassment on Han Feixuan's face was swept away, replaced by a sneer, "Yeah, what's the matter? Do you have any opinions?"

"She is your wife, the eldest lady of our Mu family, the chief jewelry designer of the Han family, no matter who you are, you should respect her, not like you do now!" Mu Hewan almost growled.

Mu Hewan, who is known for his good temper on weekdays, rarely loses his temper. Junyi's face is full of anger. He walks up to Mu Shiyue in two steps, and pulls her up vigorously, "Forget about your own Identity? You should do this kind of thing? Aren’t you throwing away members of Han and Mu’s family? You are such a big man, don’t you even understand this truth?”

What he said seemed to be reprimanding his younger sister for being ignorant, but in fact, even a fool could understand it. Mu Hewan was pointing fingers at Sang and scolding Huai, deliberately mocking the Han family for being unreasonable and embarrassing.

Hearing the quarrel at the entrance, Han Mingren and Shen Jiaren also came out one after another.

The two just came here, and they didn't quite understand the cause of the incident. They looked at Mu Hewan in amazement, and Shen Jiaren defended her son and the Han family, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Are we members of the Han and Mu family?"