Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

Han Feixuan and Mu Shiyue said, "The ancestors of my grandmother's family used to be perfumers. It is a family craft that has been passed down to this day. When my grandmother was alive, my grandfather went abroad to manage business for several years. She was alone. In order to support the industry of the Han family, they started a perfume business and created an independent brand, which won many awards in Paris. Later, with the changes of the times, the perfume industry of the Han family gradually came to an end. , and the climate here is not suitable for large-scale planting of flowers, and the environment for fragrance must be special, and many conditions are not allowed, so I don’t do it.”

Mu Shiyue listened carefully. Up to now, the Han family has never put the perfume business on the agenda again. Could it be that there is something hidden in it?
"Since we are no longer in the perfume business, why leave a large flower garden there?" she asked.

"When mom is free, she will personally plant and pick, perfume and make perfumes. Most of them are used as employee benefits and distributed to employees of the Han Group. There are also some high-quality goods that are collected by mom. Count it as a gift for entertainment." Han Feixuan explained.

Li Mo drove around a lot of open space. In the middle of winter, the place is covered with white snow, which looks lifeless, but one can imagine how luxuriant it is in midsummer, and it can bloom at the same time. People are amazed.

The Han family has deep roots, and they operate various industries and businesses. Compared to today, the two men in the Han family are so capable that they no longer need perfume to make money.

Laughing at the secular thoughts in her heart, she inadvertently raised her eyes and saw the ancient mansion hidden in an open space.

The car stopped at the gate of the house, and Mu Shiyue unbuckled his seat belt, but the door next to him was opened, and it was Li Mo, who stood respectfully by the side, taking care of Mu Shiyue to get out of the car.

When she got out of the car, Han Feixuan came over and took her hand. Mu Shiyue wanted to refuse, but she was too embarrassed, so she let him lead her.

"It's cold outside, let's go in quickly!" He said softly.

When entering the mansion, there was a slender and tall stone on the ground, with the two ancient Chinese characters 'Han Zhai' imprinted on it with cinnabar. Li Mo drove over, and someone came out to open the door.

A middle-aged old woman, dressed decently, with a gentle face, although she has a little gray hair dyed at the ends of her hair, she has a well-proportioned figure and a good face. She must have been a big girl back then beauty.

She is the housekeeper of this century-old house. When Mu Shiyue came here for the first time four years ago, Han Mingxin introduced her to her.

So this meeting is no stranger. Before she could say hello, the other party took the initiative to speak with an extremely humble attitude, "Young Madam is here, Young Madam, hello!"

Mu Shiyue is not used to others being so humble, so she felt a little embarrassed and just said, "Aunt Man Qing, don't be too polite."

"This is what it should be, you are the master!" Li Manqing has worked here for generations and has been loyal to the Han family. "I heard that the young lady is pregnant, and everyone is very happy..."

As he spoke, Li Manqing hurriedly greeted behind him, and immediately, everyone lined up on both sides, bowing neatly to Mu Shiyue to say hello.

Mu Shiyue was very uncomfortable, and the smile on his face was also a little absent-minded. Being in the ancestral house of the Han family, his expression was completely overwhelmed by this ancient house. It exuded an indescribable majesty. It shows the vicissitudes of life, but one can feel the super oppressive feeling it brings to people.

Li Manqing smiled, with respect and humility on his smiling face, and thoughtfully helped Mu Shiyue walk in.

Li Mo followed, and for a moment, Li Manqing felt that her eyes must be blurry, because she saw Han Feixuan smiling.

It has been many years since the young master smiled.

Moreover, the smile on his face at this moment was from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help it. That smile melted into the sunlight, making it extremely peaceful.

Walking inside, Li Manqing accidentally caught a glimpse of the second young master standing on the balcony. The anger in his eyes slowly climbed up his sharp and handsome face. She couldn't help but gasped, because Li Manqing noticed Han Feiyu's cold eyes were watching Han Feixuan and Mu Shiyue who were walking towards the entrance.

It's not that the second young master has never been angry, but Li Manqing has stayed in the Han family for most of his life, and he has never seen the second young master so angry.

These three...

What is the relationship?
……

After entering the porch, I saw Shen Jiaren.

She had a friendly smile on her face, and walked over to look at Mu Shiyue with a kind face.

It's just that when she saw Shen Jiaren again, Mu Shiyue still felt a little conflicted in her heart. The previous quarrels and the penicillin incident in the hospital made her completely disappointed in this mother-in-law.

But today, when she went back to the ancestral house to worship the ancestors, she could come together, which meant that she wanted to reconcile, wanted to see the unborn child in her belly, and tried to restore their relationship.

That being the case, she can't always keep a sullen face!
Thinking of this, Mu Shiyue also moved her stiff cheeks, and slightly squeezed out a rare smile.

Although the smile is unnatural, it is sincere anyway.

"Thank you, are you tired from the journey?" Shen Jiaren came over and asked her warmly.

Whether it's false tenderness or deliberate acting, shouldn't Mu Shiyue thank the baby in her stomach for letting her get the warmth of "family" again?

In fact, before Mu Shiyue came, Li Manqing said, "The young master has announced that he is going to divorce, and now the young lady is pregnant again. This is too coincidental! Is there any hidden secret?

Shen Jiaren just smiled slightly, "I'm not worried about that. She, Mu Shiyue, doesn't have the guts to deceive people with such things. Besides, it's normal for them to be pregnant after four years of marriage."

The living room was peaceful and full of polite words. Shen Jiaren and Mu Shiyue were sitting very close to each other, chatting when Han Feiyu, who had already come earlier, suddenly stalked down from upstairs.

The huge living room fell silent for a while because of Han Feiyu's sudden entry.

Mu Shiyue didn't feel the slightest surprise about his appearance, and calmly held the teacup, drinking the hot tea that Shen Jiaren had just handed over.

Han Feiyu sat leaning on the sofa, his lazy eyes reflected extreme resentment, and looked at Mu Shiyue and Han Feixuan in front of him with deep eyes, and suddenly spoke, but the words were surprising, "Eric Millegan, director of the American ACRM Rehabilitation Medicine Association .”

Mu Shiyue was startled, and Han Feixuan was also surprised.

On the way here, Han Feixuan mentioned it to Mu Shiyue. She hadn't had time to tell Han Feiyu yet, how could he know.

Seeing the astonishment in the eyes of the two, Han Feiyu curled his lips contemptuously, and laughed at himself, "I said it earlier, I was not in vain for four years in prison, it was more than enough to attack a firewall and steal documents. "

The two knew that Han Feiyu knew how to hack, and could hack Han Feixuan's personal computer and mobile phone in minutes. It was very easy to know about Eric Millegan, the director of ACRM Rehabilitation Medicine.

"Since you know everything, I won't hide it from you. I planned to find a suitable opportunity to tell you. I think your hand can still recover. It is not impossible to want to play the piano." Han Feixuan said directly.

"Really?" Han Feiyu sneered, his evil eyes were tightly locked into Han Feixuan's deep eyes, and a trace of grief that no one could touch flashed in his eyes, "But I never said that I still want to play the piano! What are you doing for me?" Am I making my own decisions?"