Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

Han Feiyu, who was on the balcony on the second floor, looked at Mu Shiyue who was smiling, and couldn't help but darken his eyes a little.

Shen Jiaren, who was walking to the door, turned around and raised her eyes inadvertently, and saw Han Feiyu on the second floor. For a moment, she saw the clues, sighed, and walked in.

Back in the living room, Shen Jiaren put a big brocade box in front of Mu Shiyue, and the big and small boxes inside were full of perfume.

"Mu Shiyue, take a look at these perfumes and see if you like it..."

Mu Shiyue looked casually, she was not very interested in these things, but Shen Jiaren's kindness was hard to refuse, so she had no choice but to pick it up.

"Xiaoyue, actually speaking, your mother and I can be considered friends. When she was alive, we met several times by chance. After your father went abroad, he never saw each other again, think about it carefully, maybe at that time, our two families were doomed!" Shen Jiaren chatted casually.

Mu Shiyue pretended to be picking up the perfume, deliberately not letting the emotion between her eyebrows miss a bit, and said lightly, "My mother doesn't like business, she only likes learning, and she is good at rhythm. She has been busy with music during the few years she has been abroad. For opera work, she wants to combine Chinese opera and foreign opera into one, so that more people can accept and recognize her.”

The two were chatting, when Han Feiyu suddenly came down from upstairs, walked slowly to the sofa, sat down, and asked in a deep but magnetic voice, "Do you have any hobbies, sister-in-law?"

His reappearance made Mu Shiyue's expression a little unnatural, not because he was nervous. It's been a while since he came to Han's house, and the time to be nervous has long passed. It's just that Han Feiyu's eyes are too complicated and aggressive After being stared at by him for a long time, even Shen Jiaren on one side felt a little awkward.

Mu Shiyue did not answer the question Han Feiyu asked just now.

Li Manqing also had a reason to smooth things over. She said with a smile, "Young Madam is a jewelry designer and a postgraduate graduate. She must have many hobbies on weekdays! May you tell me something about it?"

Mu Shiyue smiled shyly, and said politely, "Aunt Manqing, you can just call me Shiyue, you don't have to be so polite."

She had heard Han Feixuan call Li Manqing 'Aunt Manqing' before, and her relationship with Shen Jiaren was unusual, so it was quite appropriate for Mu Shiyue to say that.

Instead, she turned her eyes to answer Han Feiyu's question. The smile on her face was a little less, and the hostility was a little more, like a knife that had been hidden for many years. interfere with use.

"I lived abroad with my mother since I was a child. I was born and raised there. I was considered a half-foreigner. After returning to China, I started to go to school. I was busy with my studies every day and didn't have much time to think about other things... If I talk about my hobbies, I would read books and draw pictures. Does it count?"

Mu Shiyue likes ink and wash landscape paintings. The colors rendered in thick ink are light and joyless, delicate and not artificial, and there is a sense of freshness and elegance in the aesthetic.

"Does sister-in-law like to paint landscapes? There are a few paintings in the study here. When I have time, I'll take you there to have a look..." Shen Jiaren said.

"Okay." She nodded and smiled.

That smile is light and bright, like a lily under the scorching sun, the beauty is suffocating.

The flash of a smile seemed to have seduced Han Feiyu's eyes. He looked at Mu Shiyue, and he was a little dazed. He didn't react until he heard Li Manqing calling him, his handsome face flushed slightly in embarrassment, and then Following what Mu Shiyue said just now, "So is it half of the Han family now? Sister-in-law?"

His voice was very soft, but when he called her name, he had a completely different timbre from Han Feixuan.

The ending sound rose, as if it was whispering on the tip of his tongue, with a natural softness.

Han Feiyu has an aura all over his body, with a domineering aura in the corners of his eyes and brows, but this aura is well hidden. It can be said that he has a very restrained personality and a deep city. His eyes are always like a deep sea, and his face is full of darkness. Unknown smile, and polite when speaking, giving people a good first impression.

Mu Shiyue often thought, if it wasn't for the car accident four years ago, many things happened suddenly... Maybe the relationship between the few of them now would not be so chaotic!
"Feiyu." Shen Jiaren felt that her son had said something that shouldn't be said, worried that she would annoy Mu Shiyue, so she called him softly.

Han Feiyu looked at his mother with a smile on his face, and then heard Shen Jiaren say, "Look at the perfumes here, I have treasured them for many years, see if there is anything you like?"

Shen Jiaren greeted everyone to choose a perfume, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively again, and the topic just now was naturally thrown away.

However, Mu Shiyue would not.

She remembers clearly that he just said 'half the Han family'

Han Feiyu's implication is very simple. She and Han Feixuan's marriage has temporarily given up the idea of ​​divorce for the sake of her children. Then she is destined to be a member of the Han family. This is a fact she cannot change.

Calculated in this way, she can really be regarded as half of the Han family...

Mu Shiyue smiled wryly at herself, and saw a bottle of extremely beautifully packaged perfume come into her sight, raised her head, and saw Han Feiyu's smiling handsome face.

He said softly, "This one is for you."

With that said, he stuffed it into Mu Shiyue's hand.

She was still thinking about refusing, but he had already pulled his hand away, and then got up to answer the phone with the phone that was ringing.

Looking at Han Feiyu who left the living room, Mu Shiyue felt an inexplicable ailment in her heart, and Shen Jiaren hurriedly said, "Take it, this perfume is also my favorite."

"I don't respect such a precious gift, you still..."

He wanted to politely refuse, but was stopped by Li Manqing again, "October, just take it! It's rare that our second young master is so caring, and this perfume is usually very precious to Mrs., so I can take it out and put it here for you today." It’s really not easy to choose.”

Shen Jiaren was a bit dull at this time, and her personality was a bit aloof. There were really not many people who could make her feel sympathetic.

Unable to refuse, Mu Shiyue had no choice but to accept it obediently, but did not forget to thank her politely.

For some reason, Han Feiyu's "sister-in-law" after another sentence made Mu Shiyue upset, and her originally calm mood was disturbed at this moment.

It may be due to her previous feelings, or it may be because she understands his obsession with her, or it may be because of her remaining guilt towards him in her heart. Anyway, when many factors and emotions are intertwined, I really don’t want to hear him. The phrase "sister-in-law" seemed to freeze their relationship and tied her and Han Feixuan together.

That feeling made her feel humble and powerless.

"Sister-in-law?"

Listen, he called again.

It seems that he knows she is disgusted, but he still enjoys it.

The warm air lingered on Mu Shiyue's neck for an instant, and she was taken aback. Han Feiyu came back at some point, and stood sideways beside her, bending his handsome face against her cheek, with such a sexy and deep voice, With a warm body temperature, it filled her ears.

"I think no matter how good the perfume is, it can't compare to your body fragrance..."

In an instant, Mu Shiyue had goosebumps all over her body, and when she looked at Han Feiyu again, her evil lips curled up in a sinister arc, and her deep eyes were full of warm true feelings.

Before Mu Shiyue could speak, Shen Jiaren couldn't sit still, and she said sharply, "Han Feiyu!"

Han Feiyu got up slowly, smiled slightly at his mother, turned and went upstairs.

Listening to his footsteps when he left, Mu Shiyue felt her heart beating wildly.