Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

When Mu Shiyue woke up, it was already evening.

His head was a little heavy, and he had a very long dream, in which there was Han Feixuan.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was blue, and the white clouds were long. The sycamore trees on both sides of the road were green, and some fine sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves. The leaves were shining brightly under the sunlight. walking on the road.

Han Feixuan turned his head to look at her occasionally, with a warm smile on Jun's face.

They walked forward and backward, as if time was frozen at that moment.

When I woke up suddenly, I realized that it was a dream, and there were some tears in the corner of my eyes.

Confused, she raised her hand to wipe it, got up, lifted the thin quilt on her body, and drew back the curtain beside the bed, but her eyes flickered a little. She remembered that when she fell asleep early in the morning, she seemed to be on the sofa...

While washing in the bathroom, Ji Jinzhi knocked on the door and said that dinner was ready, and asked her to go downstairs for dinner.

When she came out of the bathroom, Ji Jinzhi had already made the bed, maybe it was just an illusion, Ji Jinzhi's attitude towards her was quite different from yesterday.

For a person who doesn't like to joke, there is even a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth.

Mu Shiyue walked over and asked Ji Jinzhi, "Have you been to this room this morning?"

Ji Jinzhi nodded and explained, "Yes, when I brought you breakfast this morning, I found you asleep on the sofa, so I helped you to bed."
Mu Shiyue rubbed her temples with one hand, feeling that she had fallen into a deep sleep, but she didn't have any impression.

Ji Jinzhi tidied up the room and went downstairs. Mu Shiyue picked up the phone beside the bed and pressed the power button.

Several reminders of missed calls and text messages popped up all at once.

Many people called her, including Mu Hewan, Han Feiyu, and Anka, as well as a series of unfamiliar phone numbers.

The content of that text message is very simple, only one sentence, "You think about it again."

Returning to the main screen and putting down the phone, the shadow of the man named Wen Ruchu gradually appeared in Mu Shiyue's mind.

Downstairs to eat, dinner is very rich.

Completely Western style, all kinds of meals and freshly grilled steaks are available.

Han Feixuan arrived earlier than Mu Shiyue, and was reading a book in English. The dinner in front of him had not been touched, but he had already drank more than half of the glass of juice.

Seeing Mu Shiyue approaching, she said softly, "Did you sleep well?" She raised her eyebrows to motion for her to sit down, and continued reading his book.

She nodded, sat down and spread out the tablecloth, ready to eat.

The chef brought up the freshly baked buns. Mu Shiyue ate very quietly, holding the knife and fork with her head down, and only picked the things closest to her. When Han Feixuan put down the book, she had almost eaten.

"Eat some of the food here, it's pretty good." He suggested.

Mu Shiyue paused holding the fork, picked up some vegetable salad, but deliberately avoided the egg custard on the side.

"Why don't you eat egg custard?"

Han Feixuan asked, but Mu Shiyue didn't respond, and Ji Jinzhi had already brought the egg custard to her.

Looking at the bowl of egg custard, Mu Shiyue didn't eat it.

Han Feixuan smiled, like a father who treats a picky eater daughter, and said half-jokingly, "Do you want me to feed you?"

Mu Shiyue raised her head and met Han Feixuan's eyes.

Although he said that, he didn't do that, but he is a person who has been in the mall for many years, and he has a mature and dignified dignity. His words are full of the city, and there is a sense of majesty.

Mu Shiyue looked away, picked up the spoon, and started eating egg custard.

She was eating intently, her red lips moved slowly, and her white and smooth neck trembled slightly... Han Feixuan's eyes gradually deepened, and he thought of the scene in the bedroom in the morning. She was lying on the bed with her eyes closed , the morning light was just right on her pink skin, he really wanted to rush over and hug her...

It seems that there is something wrong with thinking about these things at this time.

Mu Shiyue thought she could eat egg custard, but she didn't expect that she would start to feel nauseous after just a few sips. Her stomach was rolling non-stop. She wanted to restrain herself, but she couldn't help it. She was surprised by Han Feixuan He rushed into the bathroom, opened the toilet, and spit out the undigested egg custard and other food in his stomach.

Han Feixuan stood up and chased after him. His thin lips were tightly wrinkled on his calm face, and his expression was ugly.

"Why don't you say you can't eat eggs?"

He stood at the bathroom door, took a glass of water from Ji Jin's hand and handed it to her.

Mu Shiyue took it from her hand, and seeing him frowning, he was obviously angry.

"I don't know either." She looked up at Han Feixuan in the mirror, drinking water and rinsing her mouth. He leaned on the door frame with one hand and appeared behind her, keeping a certain distance from her in the small space of the bathroom. , as if she was trapped inside by him.

Seeing Han Feixuan like this, Mu Shiyue opened his mouth again and said 'I don't know'. He suddenly realized that he realized his gaffe, and couldn't help but slow down his tone, before saying, "Is it because you are not feeling well? Or is it because of the egg?" allergy?"

Mu Shiyue shook her head slightly, "I don't know, maybe I'm allergic?"

But she remembers that she has lived for more than 20 years and has never said that she is allergic to eggs. Could it be that a slight injury to her leg caused her appetite to change?

Should not be!

Han Feixuan handed her another towel, and Mu Shiyue took it and wiped her face, thinking about how to explain it to him.

She turned on the faucet and began to wash the towels. She lowered her head with an unclear expression, and sighed, "Perhaps the memory of the human body is better than that of the brain! A few days ago, I was almost allergic to penicillin. Although I didn't die, my body remembered Stop it, and it will start to punish me, the irresponsible master, and now I can throw up even eating an egg!"

It's ridiculous to think about.

She said it lightly, but Han Feixuan was actually very clear about the meaning of her words, using Shen Jiaren's actions to remind him to agree to the divorce quickly.

What Mu Shiyue said was very simple, but Han Feixuan became angry when he heard it.

A painful past, she said it calmly, as if it happened to someone else.

Han Feixuan quieted his thoughts, and then he didn't express his opinion, but just retreated from the bathroom.

Mu Shiyue's temperament is too cold, especially their current relationship is tepid, even if they are strangers, if he comforts her, she may not appreciate it.

Mu Shiyue wrung out the washed towel, put it on a side shelf, turned around and walked out behind him, and said casually, "I will remember in the future, I can't eat eggs anymore, and you can eat them if you eat them." I can vomit, is this considered a disease?"

This remark was a bit self-deprecating, but Mu Shiyue didn't mean to say it, and she didn't want to talk more about eggs.

Somewhat inexplicably strange, he actually wondered what she was thinking.

This was the first time that Mu Shiyue spoke calmly with him. Han Feixuan should not show too much emotion, otherwise it would arouse her inner guard, and she would not know how to deal with their relationship in the future.

It's just that he was a little unhappy. She didn't want to eat eggs, so she could refuse, but she didn't...

A little too obedient, more like a silent provocation.

In this woman, he saw something similar to Han Feiyu.

Thinking of Han Feiyu, Han Feixuan tightened his fingers holding the knife.

After dinner, Han Feixuan said, "In 10 minutes, a nurse will come to change your dressing. In half an hour, I will wait for you in the upstairs study."

"Is there something wrong?" Mu Shiyue followed him to the living room.

Han Feixuan paused when he left, and looked at her sideways, "Wait until we go upstairs."

She nodded and watched Han Feixuan go upstairs and into the study.