Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

Han Feiyu's rage surprised everyone present.

Especially Han Mingxin and Shen Jiaren, the two elders looked at each other, not knowing what the sons were arguing about.

Han Feiyu's left hand was injured back then, but the two elders never knew about it.

Later, Dean Lin came to talk about it. Han Feiyu only said that he had suffered a slight injury, and that he had no feeling for the piano. He just made some excuses to prevaricate.

But now it sounds like it wasn't the same thing back then.

Han Mingxin asked back, "What's going on?"

Shen Jiaren also said, "What injury? What recovery?"

Han Feixuan glanced at his parents, then at Han Feiyu, but said nothing.

Han Feiyu didn't expect that he couldn't help it for a while, and let his parents know everything. He felt a bit unlucky, and then said, "It's okay, it's just that my wrist was injured before, which affected my playing the piano..."

"So you gave up playing the piano a few years ago?" Shen Jiaren said immediately.

Han Feiyu frowned, and said sullenly, "Oh, it's all over, Mom, Dad, don't worry, nothing happened."

Shen Jiaren wanted to say something, but Han Mingxin glanced at her subconsciously. The couple's eyes met and they understood each other's meaning. The most important thing right now is the news of Mu Shiyue's pregnancy. The Han family's ancestor worship is a big event, and it's a good day and auspicious day. Not to be missed, the matter of Han Feiyu can be postponed.

This matter came to an end temporarily, and then the elders of the family also arrived. In the main hall, Han Mingxin had a long talk with the elders, and in the side hall next to it, Mu Shiyue, Han Feixuan and others sat here to rest. 
The peaceful hall looks a bit old-fashioned. Shen Jiaren sits in front of a grand piano, the melodious sound of which is Chopin's representative nocturne, and the tranquility dilutes the peace.

A chubby big fat is quietly curled up in a corner of the piano. This kind of picture makes people feel relaxed and happy in a natural mood.

After finishing the song, Shen Jiaren looked sideways at Mu Shiyue, stood up hurriedly, and walked over with a smile.

Today's Shen Jiaren is different from the past. She gives people the impression of being kind and approachable. She pulls Mu Shiyue to sit on the sofa in the living room. Naturally, scrutiny is inevitable during the knee-to-neck conversation, but Mu Shiyue does not feel disgusted by her kind eyes. .

Han Feiyu strode in from the outside at the right time. His appearance disturbed the people in the living room. Even Shen Jiaren stopped talking. It wasn't because of the embarrassment of the atmosphere, but because of Han Feixuan's eyes, staring at the sofa sitting on the sofa. Mu Shiyue is extremely disrespectful.

Han Feixuan, who was used to meeting various occasions and various people in the mall all year round, should not have lost his composure, especially when he came down from the stairs, he was full of anger and gloomy, and his mood was very unstable.

This was the son Shen Jiaren had never seen before. She looked at Han Feiyu in astonishment, while Han Feixuan's face turned dark instantly, his eyes were cold and full of hostility.

With many eyes facing each other, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

It was Li Manqing who knew the general idea, hurried over with tea, and smoothed things over for the young master with a smile, saying, "Second young master seldom comes back, the last time he came back, he looked like a child!"

"Yes, I have been in prison for four years, otherwise I would have come back." Han Feiyu joked.

Li Manqing was stunned, then smiled awkwardly, and said, "Second Young Master, this is the new tea of ​​this year, please try it." 
The appearance of Li Manqing muddied the stagnant water in the pool. She warmly greeted Han Feiyu and Han Feixuan to drink tea, and the nanny brought over refreshments. Shen Jiaren also followed suit, and distributed the freshly baked biscuits to everyone present. .Then he said some homely things.

She purposely babbled a lot, deliberately taking time for Han Feiyu to calm down. Although Mu Shiyue didn't understand why Han Feiyu was so angry, the look in his eyes probably had something to do with Han Feixuan.

When Shen Jiaren pulled Mu Shiyue to talk, Han Feixuan was sitting opposite the sofa, lazily and casually, not talking much, only occasionally looking up at his mother and Mu Shiyue.

And after Han Feiyu experienced the little turmoil just now, he was a lot more introverted at this time, lowered his eyebrows, and concentrated on peeling the apple.

"What's going on with the Mu Group? Has the economic crisis passed yet?" Shen Jiaren asked.

"It's a bit difficult." Mu Shiyue sighed inwardly.

However, Han Feixuan took her hand and said, "Han will help Mu, so don't worry, everything will be back to normal in the next year."

Mu Shiyue nodded sullenly, and said politely, "Thank you."

A word of thank you, like a steel fork, stabbed hard into Han Feixuan's heart.

Shen Jiaren wiped away the melancholy on her face, and Mu Shiyue noticed that Han Feixuan was also peeling an apple, and the apple peel was hanging down to his finger along the fruit knife.

His fingers were long and fair, with strong, beautiful knuckles.

Pretty is generally used to describe women, but at this moment, all Mu Shiyue can think of are these two words.

Han Feixuan peeled apples very skillfully and quickly. In comparison, Han Feiyu on one side seemed to be much slower. An apple was in his slender hands for a long time, and he also peeled it for a long time.

Shen Jiaren took her to chat for a few more words, and suddenly, two peeled apples were handed to Mu Shiyue at almost the same time, and when Mu Shiyue was dazed, the apples were stuffed into her hands.

An apple is placed in the palm of one hand.

She was a little flattered.

Han Feixuan's faint voice came from his ear, deep and magnetic, "Take it!"

His voice was very soft. Shen Jiaren glanced at him, then at Han Feixuan who was silent on the side, and took a few sips of tea with her head down.

Mu Shiyue looked at the two apples in his hand, and then raised his eyes to glance at Han Feiyu again. He sat aside as if nothing had happened, and stopped looking at her.

She felt that it was inappropriate to have two to herself, so she brought an apple to Shen Jiaren and invited her to eat.

Shen Jiaren smiled slightly, tweeted back, and said, "Eat it! It's rare that the two of them have such a heart."

Mu Shiyue focused on these two apples, but ignored how important the words "rare" and "have this heart" in Shen Jia's mouth were.

She only felt that when Shen Jiaren spoke, he softened the tense and cold outline on Han Feixuan's face. At this moment, he was completely different from the past. He was no longer a domineering businessman, but a son beside his mother.

In the side hall, Han Feixuan's cell phone rang. He went out to answer the phone, leaving two people free. Shen Jiaren asked, "Xiaoyu, are your hands really okay?"

"Yes." Han Feiyu replied with a smile, and his deep eyes fell on Mu Shiyue who was on the side without any concealment.

"Today, why didn't you bring a poetry feast with you to worship your ancestors?" Shen Jiaren asked again, as if she was still a little worried about Han Feiyu.

In fact, the more reason is that she has seen Han Feiyu's obsession with Mu Shiyue and has never given up.
A woman, no matter how old she is, has a very accurate sixth sense, especially if one of her partners is her son.

"This is ancestor worship. She is not from our family. Why did you bring her here?" Han Feiyu leaned his head on the sofa when he spoke, closed his eyes and said nothing in silence, but his attitude was already obvious.

It was inconvenient for Shen Jiaren to say anything, but at this moment Li Manqing came over and announced that the time had come and everyone could move to the ancestral hall in the backyard.

The cumbersome ceremony was a bit old-fashioned, and Mu Shiyue stood beside Han Feixuan, being supported and cared by him with great care.

The two worshiped their ancestors devoutly, kowtowed again, and listened to the old patriarch's statement. After a long time, Mu Shiyue felt that her legs were numb, and the ancestor worship ceremony came to an end.

Then there is a big banquet, all descendants of the Han family must be present and start eating the wedding banquet.

At this time, Han Feixuan's cell phone rang again, and he went out to answer the call, leaving Mu Shiyue sitting in the room alone to rest.

creak.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Han Feiyu stood awe-inspiringly at the door, his evil eyes locked on Mu Shiyue, his brows were furrowed, and he suddenly said, "I want to talk to you."