Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Mu Shiyue was in a daze. She wondered what Han Feixuan wanted to talk to her about.And what is it about?
Could it be...

Divorce?
Thinking of this word again, her heart tightened inexplicably, and a little resistance leaked out. Mu Shiyue knew that such a day would come, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

After the nurse changed the medicine, Mu Shiyue leaned on the sofa to rest for a while. The most popular Korean drama was playing on TV. Ouba and Ouba kept barking. She was a little unintentional at first, but later she was also attracted by the plot , began to look at it seriously.

It wasn't until the half-hour appointment was approaching that Ji Jinzhi came to remind her that she realized it all at once, turned off the TV in a hurry, and walked upstairs.

Standing outside the study, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

After two clicks, she pushed the door open and walked in when she heard someone responding inside.

The study room wrapped in old vines has the atmosphere of ancient literati, but it is a pity that this is a mansion, not a shabby room, otherwise it could really be like the ancient Liu Yuxi, and make a modern version of the shabby room inscription.

She walked into the study politely, Han Feixuan pointed to the rattan chair not far away, and said softly, "Sit!"

Then, he immediately put down the work at hand, walked over with a cane, sat down and began to make tea himself, and said while cleaning the cup, "About Feiyu, how do you think we should help him?"

It wasn't even about divorce.

Mu Shiyue was obviously a little disappointed.

But it was within my expectations. After all, Han Feixuan had dragged her on for so long and brought her to live with Wen Geli, so how could he mention divorce so easily?
But he talked about Han Feiyu again.

The man she owed the most to.

Like a needle in her heart, if she touches it, it will pull the nerves in her whole body and cause endless pain.

Mu Shiyue lowered her eyes, shook her head slightly, and said coldly, "No."

"He doesn't want to go to Italy, but wants to start his own company. Now he has nothing to do all day long. Seeing him dawdling like this, he doesn't know when he will be the first. Do you have any suggestions?" Han Feixuan asked.

She shook her head again, "I don't know, I think he still has nostalgia for the piano, why not let him play the piano again!"

When the piano was mentioned, Han Feixuan's eyes tightened.

Everyone knows that in the accident that year, Han Feiyu suffered a comminuted fracture of his left hand. The doctor asserted that no matter how well he recovers, it is impossible to restore the original function. It is almost impossible to play the piano.

The doctor's words, like a big knife in the hands of an executioner, slashed cruelly on Han Feiyu's heart, making him disheartened for a moment.

Since then, he has never touched the piano again.

"Are you sure he can play the piano?" Han Feixuan asked.

Mu Shiyue looked at him, a little uncertain, and her eyes drifted, "I just think it's a pity that he doesn't play the piano. The medical level is also very developed now. If you can't do it at home, go abroad. There must be a way. Complete recovery, as long as he is willing, it will definitely be possible."

Han Feixuan looked far into the distance. If Han Feiyu could return to his old career, playing the piano again would indeed be a good choice, but he didn't know, after seven or eight years, would he still be willing to start as a newcomer? , Start a little bit, start bit by bit.

Mu Shiyue added, "I think it wasn't his hand that was injured eight years ago, but his heart. After so many years, his hand has recovered quite well without any symptoms of disability. It will be very painful, but he still refuses to play the piano again, because there is a psychological barrier, as long as he finds a way to clear his heart, I believe he will be able to do it."

Hearing this, Han Feixuan also nodded, "Okay! Since you trust him, he will definitely do it."

After all, what Mu Shiyue said now is better than anyone else.

It's not that Mu Shiyue couldn't understand Han Feixuan's jealous words, but she didn't want to talk to him, and she was about to get divorced, so why mention these trivial things.

Knowing that she and himself had a grudge, Han Feixuan let out a sigh of relief, avoided the topic, and said, "The court will open the day after tomorrow. Let's go together then!"

Mu Shiyue nodded, time passed so fast, a week passed in a flash, and her leg injury was almost healed, the stitches were removed from the wound, but it was still a bit painful when walking, but it was not a hindrance.

"Go to bed early these two nights. Tomorrow's court hearing will be the biggest lawsuit against a wealthy family in the history of City F. I don't know what news will come out. Be prepared!" He reminded.

Mu Shiyue smiled lightly, "I know."

No matter what the process is, as long as Han Feiyu can be cleared of his grievances as soon as possible and his grievances cleared, then everything he has done will be worthwhile.

Being idle at home these past few days, it's not that Mu Shiyue has never thought about work, but when she gets busy for a while, her stomach can't take it anymore, she keeps rolling with nausea, and she often can't vomit when she wants to vomit.

She was sick and could only rest in bed. Fortunately, the recent Korean drama Ghosts was on the rise. When Mu Shiyue was bored, she also got a recommendation from Anka, so she just watched it when she had nothing to do.

It was really out of control. From the first episode to the latest thirteen episodes, I watched them all, crying like a tearful person, and at the end, I just threw away the phone, covered myself in the quilt and cried loudly .

That His Royal Highness who loved the princess so much killed his favorite woman by mistake at the instigation of treacherous ministers, and then every day and every moment, he kept thinking of Jin Shan and his favorite woman, that's why he died. Afterwards, there will be 600 years of painful hell. This kind of heart-wrenching love makes people unable to bear to trigger the most primitive psychological throbbing.

And the concubine, in order to protect the man she loves the most, she spared no effort to use her life in the most beautiful years to consolidate the kingship for him, protect the country, and at the last moment when she closed her eyes, she also wanted to see him. That kind of love , Is it understandable to ordinary people?
Just when Mu Shiyue was crying because of a TV series, Han Feixuan outside the room was in a hurry, and finally couldn't control it for a while, and rushed in directly——

Mu Shiyue seldom cried like this. He was a little caught off guard, so he held her in his arms and coaxed her over and over until he felt that she had stopped crying, and his tangled heart calmed down for a moment.

She nestled in his arms and said in a low voice, "I'm fine, I just watched a Korean drama, it was very touching..."

Han Feixuan breathed a sigh of relief, but was surprised, "What Korean drama?"

"Ghost, it's hot right now," she said.

That day, she was just talking casually, but she didn't expect him to go back to the study, put away all the work, read the whole ghost seriously, and finally wrote this sentence on the paper——

'The soul and the body are not unified, that rose-like girl, the little girl swaying like a swing, attracts me far beyond the gravitational force, bang bang bang bang bang, I am like the earth that breeds thousands of lives Usually, she revolves around her little sun crazily and uncontrollably. From the universe to the earth, the heart fluctuates continuously. That is my true love and also my first love. '

First love?
Mu Shiyue pinched the piece of paper and chuckled, so be it!
He was 17 when she was seven.

They have gone through seven spring and summer alternations together, and seven winter and summer vacations together. He accompanied her like a shadow, and she followed him, heart to heart.

If he hadn't left at that time, right, they would have come together logically and step by step, and lived a sweet and loving life without these deviations, tortures, and messy passers-by Interspersed between their vitality...

It's a pity that time cannot be turned back, and there is no chance to start life again.

"Han Feixuan, you are not the uncle who has lived for more than 900 years, and you still learn how to make poems!" She smiled boredly, but carefully put away the paper full of words.