Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

"It's hard work, isn't it?" He couldn't help laughing coldly, "Why do I feel that everything is my own fault?"

Between them, it was Han Feixuan who was most at fault for getting to where they are today, and he knew this very well.

Mu Shiyue is like a piece of ice, her frozen heart is hard to touch.

There are only two ways to break through this ice.

One is to wait for her to melt slowly, as Han Mingxin said, to prove it with strength, to have the confidence to make her fall in love, and to wait slowly.

But even if he is willing to be equal, it doesn't mean others won't wait.

Too much time and too many variables.

Then there is only the last one left, smashing it cruelly.

Then find a way to splice pieces together and melt them a little bit. This may save time and effort, but it also involves too many possibilities. If you are not careful, it will be self-defeating.

Although it seems easy, it has taken too many risks.

It just so happened that Han Feixuan was the kind of person who faced difficulties, so he chose the latter.

After coming out of the study, Han Feixuan was pacing back to his room. As soon as he reached the door of the bedroom, he smelled the fragrance.

He stopped in his tracks, leaned against the door, and looked at the woman inside through the half-open door.

Mu Shiyue's rare elegance, for some reason, made tea in the room with great interest.

On the tatami, she knelt down, guarding the small gurgling kettle, holding a teaspoon in her hand, gently poured some from the tea pot, and stirred it in the teacup.

He leaned against the door and looked at Mu Shiyue quietly.

Han Feixuan looked at it with deep eyes, as if possessed by a demon, impulsively wanted to go there, and hugged her tightly.

Like a fascination, more like a robbery.

Hengran placed it in front of him.

She is so thin, and her small back looks like she has gone through all kinds of ups and downs and hardships so far, which makes her young and beautiful face pure and ascetic, but there is a kind of indifferent and peaceful gentleness, although she doesn't smile often, but The eyebrows are like ink and wash landscape paintings, a little smudged, full of fragrance.

He looked at her, as if she was in a fog, elusive, because he knew in his heart that her heart was never on him.

The phone vibrated uncomfortably. It was a call from a string of unfamiliar phone numbers.

Han Feixuan avoided the bedroom and hurried to another place.

Mu Shiyue, who was in the room, seemed to have noticed the abnormality outside the door. She put down the tea spoon in her hand and turned to look at the door. She couldn't see anyone, so she was somewhat hesitant.

He got up and went over, opened the door and looked around, making sure no one was there, went in and closed the door.

At the corner of the corridor, Han Feixuan picked up the phone, "Hi, hello..."

"Excuse me, do you know Han Feiyu and Han Ershao? He was in the Moonlight Bar. He was drunk, smashed things, and injured people. If you know him, please inform his relatives to discuss compensation. Otherwise, call the police." ..."

The fingers holding the phone kept tightening, "There's no need to call the police, I'm his own brother, I'll be there right away..."

Han Feixuan drove to the Moonlight Bar. It was already 12:30 in the evening. When he arrived, Han Feiyu was still smashing things at will, cursing, and there were a lot of onlookers around.

There are also many people taking pictures and videos with their mobile phones, and they are going to post them on Weibo.

Han Feixuan dragged the drunk Han Feiyu away, leaving Li Mo alone to deal with the aftermath.

Li Mo immediately got in touch with the owner of the bar, controlled all the onlookers who were taking photos and videos, paid him a hush money, and deleted the videos and photos on his phone.

Han Feixuan found a nearby hotel and arranged for Han Feiyu to stay.

In the room, Han Feiyu vomited all over the place, and at first, Han Feixuan helped him clean up with a good temper, wiped his face with a hot towel, rinsed his mouth with mineral water, and spent a lot of time Forcefully subdued him who was flailing his teeth and claws, took off all the dirty clothes on him, and put on the clean pajamas provided by the hotel.

But later, Han Feiyu suddenly bullied Han Feixuan directly under him, imprisoned him arbitrarily, pouted in confusion, and wanted to kiss Han Feixuan's face...

Han Feixuan felt a chill, pushed it away, and got up quickly.

After tidying up his clothes, he was still stuck in the scene just now, turned around in disgust and kicked Han Feiyu again!

Han Feixuan looked at the mess all over the floor, and unceremoniously called the hotel cleaning.

After cleaning everything, he took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and after drinking the water, he turned on the CD player on the table, and the piano music for sleeping came out slowly, a very comfortable meditation song.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, pulled open the curtains, overlooked the bustling city night scene, and unbuttoned a few buttons on the collar of his shirt.

Han Feiyu was lying on the bed exhausted. He was not drunk at all, but just went crazy with the strength of alcohol.

"Her favorite color is gray, and she likes to take a walk outside when it's raining, and her favorite flower is lisianthus, because its words are sincere and eternal love, and her favorite dessert is tiramisu , I like to drink the red wine from the French Manor Barca the most, the underwear brand I like to wear the most is Triumph, and the jewelry designer I admire the most is Kazbel..."

Han Feiyu lay flat on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, whispering softly.

"I have known her for 12 years, and I have loved her for 12 years. I remember all her preferences, know her taste, know her favorite food, and know what food she is allergic to. I love her to the bone. Since childhood, I have always been inferior to you. My parents said that my grades are not as good as yours, my looks are not as good as yours, and my mind is not as smart as yours. They trained you to be the first heir of the Han family, and I am just your backup , in the eyes of the elders, I am a bad boy who is ignorant and incompetent. If the Han family is handed over to me, it will definitely be destroyed. Everyone believes in you. You have all the auras on you, but I am nothing!"

This is the biggest pain in Han Feiyu's heart since he was a child, the biggest shadow, he often doesn't want to mention it, so he hides his fragile heart in a playful and unrestrained way all day long, trying to heal these scars deeply. cover up.

Han Feixuan stood by the window with his head bowed, listening to every word his brother said, like a sharp sword, gouging out fiercely in his heart.

It is said that men do not flick their tears lightly, but at this moment, Han Feiyu has already burst into tears, crying like a child, sniffing his nose, "You already have too much, and you are not short of a Mushi!" Yue, I beg you, brother, just take pity on me and give her back to me!"