Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

Under the stalemate, Mu Shiyue squatted down slowly.

In the venue, the sound of the violin was loud, distant and mysterious, and the vibrancy and gracefulness of the piano keys jumped out like a red string interspersed with it. The two mixed together to play a brisk and melodious music.

Mu Shiyue felt that her body was as stiff as a string under Han Feixuan's indifferent eyes. If she knocked with something, she might be able to make a sound.

She was protecting her knees with one hand, and she was half-squatting on her side. The half-squatting posture looked awkward, but she had to be distracted to control the expression on her face so that she looked decent.

Han Feixuan and Nie Fanduo stood very close, watching Mu Shiyue's movements, Han Feixuan only half-closed his eyes, as if looking at people through a mist, his eyes were unpredictable.He twitched the index finger and thumb of his left hand lightly, and raised his hand.

Mu Shiyue frowned with the word Sichuan, her eyes were stubborn and fierce.

He didn't speak, so Mu Shiyue could only bite the bullet and continue to pick up the bracelets on the ground.

The slit of the short skirt can no longer be blocked with my hands...

Land-raising——

A pair of white and good-looking men's hands in front of him picked up the bracelet.

Mu Shiyue's grateful eyes fell on Han Feixuan's handsome face with a sly smile, and he stood up immediately, taking a few steps back.

"Be careful." Han Feixuan's voice was rare and soft, stretching out his long arms, he had already grasped Mu Shiyue's waist with ease.

The postures of the two are like the modeling movements at the end of a tango. Han Feixuan completely dominates the advance and retreat of the two, and Mu Shiyue can only bear but not resist.

After four years of marriage, she knows his nature. If he doesn't follow him, he will try to embarrass her to the end.

"You..." When Mu Shiyue was distracted, Han Feixuan had already put the bracelet on her wrist.

Han Feixuan hooked his lips, straightened Mu Shiyue's body, and tapped her wrist with his fingers, "Do you like it? Shiyue."

"Yeah." Mu Shiyue said in a low voice, obviously unhappy, she just begged Han Feixuan to let her go quickly.

Unexpectedly, Han Feixuan leaned closer to her ear and said, "After giving the gift, in return, you should dance with me."

Is haggling the essence of a businessman?
"What if I say no?"

"Hehe." Han Feixuan took Mu Shiyue's hand and raised it high, drawing a beautiful arc on top of her head. Mu Shiyue had to rotate around and threw herself into his arms almost uncontrollably. Only Han Feixuan said in a cold and clean voice: "Your vote is invalid."

"You..." Mu Shiyue gritted her teeth.

"Haven't you always been my parents' good daughter-in-law? They all watched." Han Feixuan's tone was full of provocation and sarcasm, and his sharp-edged face was cold and rebellious.

Only then did Mu Shiyue see the two elders of the Han family staring at herself and Han Feixuan not far away. They seemed to be very satisfied with their son giving her a bracelet.

She respects the two elders of the Han family, not only because of Han Mingxin's many protections for her, but also because of one person...

Four years passed in a flash, and they were all in cages, shackling their freedom.

In a daze, someone raised her chin with a finger. Mu Shiyue looked away, one hand slowly put on Han Feixuan's shoulder, and the other fell on his palm.

"here we go."

Han Feixuan reminded.

For some reason, Mu Shiyue's palms were covered with fine sweat. Under Han Feixuan's leadership, she walked cautiously.It was obviously not the first time for her to dance, but under Han Feixuan's overly blunt and naked gaze, she felt a little uneasy.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"No."

Han Feixuan smiled softly, his resolute outline became much gentler, and the straight white shirt made his temperament elegant and jade-like at this time, he pretended to think, and said softly: "It's not that I'm afraid of me, it's that I'm in love with me. "

His determined tone made Mu Shiyue's eyelids twitch, and she glanced at him, "You think too much."

"Then why are you nervous?"

When did Han Feixuan become so noisy?Mu Shiyue sneered, and smiled with her lips curled up: "Young Master Han, pay attention to your steps."

Seeing her put on her gentle and virtuous mask again, Han Feixuan felt dull, and the hand around her waist slipped down like a prank.

Mu Shiyue was so sensitive that she straightened herself up and stuck to Han Feixuan.

"So impatient?"

The man's magnetic voice joked above Mu Shiyue's head.

"Young Master Han should have no shortage of women. Why do you have to hug him so tightly? In the past four years, if it weren't for the constant rumors about Young Master Han going out, I almost thought that Young Master Han was going to die?"

Mu Shiyue's sarcastic look seemed to be jealous. Han Feixuan let go of her arm, and his gaze focused on her for a long time. The music slowly ended, and he no longer had the intention of acting with Mu Shiyue. Shi Yue, with your appearance, you are clearly jealous of those women."

jealous?

those women?

Heh, Han Feixuan has always been very confident, but doesn't she, Mu Shiyue, appear humble and useless just because of his arrogance and arrogance?

"Han Feixuan, you..." Mu Shiyue's face was solemn, but Han Feixuan put his finger on her lips, his dark eyes gleamed coldly and arrogantly, he reached out and took out his mobile phone, his voice was so gentle, "Hello? Yuanyuan ?”

Hearing the sound, Mu Shiyue's hands beside her were suddenly clenched.