Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

Shen Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a more relaxed tone, "Xiaoyue, it's not that I am a cruel mother-in-law. I don't know that you work hard and let you do housework. It's just that this woman is married. She It is necessary to put the family first, and it is impossible to work hard like a man, do you know?" "

Mu Shiyue took a laundry tub, turned on the faucet to collect the water, and nodded with a half-smile, "Got it."

"And our Han family doesn't lack that kind of money, right?" Shen Jiaren continued, nagging endlessly, "If you and Feixuan can have a baby as soon as possible, mom promises to invite two immediately, oh, No, five, at least five nannies will be invited to serve you, and you will definitely not be able to do any work, and will do all of them in the future!"

Mu Shiyue smiled wryly in her heart, but felt a little desolate. Shen Jiaren was also looking forward to her grandson. She understood and sympathized with the old man's painstaking efforts.

Just thinking about her relationship with Han Feixuan, Mu Shiyue had to calm down again, and said decisively, "Mom, Feixuan and I have no plans to have children yet, and we will have children when the time is right."

It will definitely be, but it will be the heir of Han Feixuan and another woman.

Nothing to do with her.

In a word, Shen Jiaren's heart ached when she was angry, and she became even angrier, "You...you clean the living room after washing the clothes, and mop the floor by the way!"

"Okay, I see." Mu Shiyue agreed and turned off the tap.

Then I took a small bench, sat down and started scrubbing the clothes one by one with my hands.

She washed and washed a lot of clothes non-stop for a whole morning before finally washing them. Some clothes that were suitable for drying were taken to the courtyard to dry, and the rest were directly dried in the dryer.

Then, iron it with a hanging ironing machine to make it smooth, and after the boards are neatly folded, send them upstairs.

When she came down again, Mu Shiyue had already changed into simple home clothes, her long hair was pulled back and tied into a bun, her hands were wearing rubber gloves, and she was about to wipe the floor.

Before mopping the floor, she used a vacuum cleaner to clean up all the dust in all corners, and the carpet needed more attention. Looking at the dust in the room, she really doubted whether the two nannies she hired when she went abroad came. The Han family goes to work.

In the huge living room, it takes an hour and a half to vacuum everything.

After finally finishing it, Mu Shiyue barely straightened her waist, then took a large piece of rag, knelt down and wiped the floor piece by piece.

She was concentrating on wiping, when suddenly there was the sound of the porch door opening.

Mu Shiyue raised her head, and Han Feixuan in a suit and leather shoes appeared in her sight. She looked at it, ignored it, and continued to wipe the floor with her head down.

Han Feixuan looked at her with deep eyes, and after a few seconds, he strode upstairs.

The melodious sound of the piano from upstairs came down. Shen Jiaren sat gracefully in front of the white piano, her fair fingers danced on the keys, and the beautiful piano music lingered in her ears.

The nice piano piece was interrupted by Han Feixuan's sudden arrival——

He pushed open the door and appeared in front of Shen Jiaren with a cold face, "Mom, where are the two nannies I hired?"

The joy in Shen Jiaren's heart was swept away, and it was replaced by silence.

"Mom, where are the two nannies? Where did they go? If they were absent from work for no reason, I'll call their housekeeping company right away..."

Han Feixuan took out his mobile phone to make a call while speaking, Shen Jiaren paused his hand, and took it off the piano, but without raising his eyes, he just said coldly, "There's no need to call, I asked them to settle the bill." , so that they don’t have to come here again.”

"Why?" Han Feixuan guessed so, so he didn't want to call.

Shen Jiaren was still so indifferent, and began to complain, "Why do you say? Aren't you married? I also have a daughter-in-law, and I can't have a child, and I don't do some housework. Then our Han family will marry her and come in." What are you doing? As a vase? Or as a decoration?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction in his mother's heart, Han Feixuan sighed helplessly, walked over, leaned lazily on the sofa, and said in a sleepy tone, "Actually, Mom, why don't you just say that you want to hug your grandson? What about torturing her?"

"Hey, have you learned to speak for your wife?" Shen Jiaren was surprised, "I'm anxious to hold my grandson, what's wrong? Is there something wrong? Besides, our family is no better than ordinary families. Han's business has developed so well. With such a large family business, it’s okay to never have an heir!”

Listening to his mother's rambling, Han Feixuan became louder and louder, his brows were furrowed, and his face was full of melancholy.

"Now that Xiaoyu is not at home, you are the only one who can count on her, but... that woman's belly is not up to par! It's been four years, and she still hasn't had a child!" Shen Jia cursed angrily.

Han Feixuan stood up, walked around behind Shen Jiaren, rubbed his mother's shoulders with both hands, massaged her, and said lightly, "Don't worry! I will definitely let you hug your grandson."

Shen Jiaren's eyes flickered, she immediately tilted her head and asked, "Really? Are you sure?"

Han Feixuanjun's face darkened, are you sure?What are you asking!When did he fail to grasp it?

After finishing speaking, Shen Jiaren also felt that the question was a little silly, and said, "The model in your company last time is the female star who always advertises on TV. It seems to be Ren. Although she is in the entertainment industry, she As long as you can keep yourself clean, especially if you can give birth to a boy and a half girl for our family, you can do whatever you want with her..."

Han Feixuan sighed helplessly again. It seemed that he had really put his time and energy into thinking about this aspect, and now Shen Jiaren started to go to the doctor in a hurry, and any woman would pull on him.

"Okay, Mom, these things don't happen in a day or two. I know it in my heart, so don't worry about it!" While comforting Shen Jiaren, he contacted the housekeeping company and asked them to send two nannies over as soon as possible.

Mu Shiyue finally cleaned all the floors, straightened her waist, got up from the ground, and went upstairs to change clothes.

She had just gone upstairs when she collided with Han Feixuan who was about to go downstairs. The two looked at each other. Mu Shiyue's eyes were cold and meaningless, and he glanced at her with complicated and secretive eyes.

Mu Shiyue passed him and walked straight forward, only to hear him say quietly, "Do you really like mopping the floor that much?"

She stopped, turned around, met his eyebrows solemnly, and said in a frivolous voice, "So what if you don't like rubbing? I'm married as a woman, and these things are what I should do."

"If you don't like it, you can say it directly. There's no need to hold back." Han Feixuan was surprisingly calm. He was usually used to ridiculing and mocking, but at this moment, his handsome face showed rare seriousness and concentration.

He looked at the wound on her forehead, which was scarlet and bloodshot. Although it was carefully concealed by makeup, it was still faintly visible, and Han Feixuan's eyes tightened.