Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

After a family banquet, the atmosphere was awkward for more than two hours.

Mu Shiyue ate extremely painfully, and Han Feixuan was still a gentleman, taking care of her non-stop, picking up vegetables and delivering meals, which made her quite uncomfortable.

She knew that he was putting on a show, but she looked at his eyes that were as unpredictable as a deep pool, as if she really saw such a trace of true feelings in them, so she consciously cooperated.

Han Feiyu couldn't help sneering, raised his glass and found an excuse to toast to Mu Shiyue.

Mu Shiyue had no choice but to raise her glass to respond, but was stopped by Han Feixuan, who said, "Xiaoyue has a small capacity for alcohol, so I'll drink it for her."

Then he took the wine glass in her hand with his backhand, raised his head and drank it.

Nie Fanduo saw it, and tightened his fingers holding the fork.

"It seems that the eldest brother really loves his wife!" Han Feiyu sneered, and poured another glass of wine, "But good things come in pairs, I will toast my sister-in-law again."

Without further ado, Han Feixuan drank it up for her again.

"Mom and Dad, it seems that the relationship between elder brother and sister-in-law is really good!" He said with a sneer.

Shen Jiaren chuckled, nodding her head as a tacit consent.

Then, he pointed the finger at Nie Fanduo again.

"Miss Fanduo is as beautiful as a flower. I haven't seen you for a few years, but she is still so beautiful. Come, let me toast you." Han Feiyu said, picked up the glass he had just poured, and drank it down in one gulp.

Nie Fanduo smiled, and glanced at Han Feixuan vaguely, seeing his ignoring expression, picked up the wine glass and drank down in a depressed mood.

After drinking one cup, Han Feiyu offered a second cup.

After going back and forth like this, before the banquet was over, Nie Fanduo became drunk.

Shen Jiaren had no choice but to let Mrs. Zhang help Nie Fanduo go upstairs to rest first. After the meal, Han Feixuan held Mu Shiyue's hand affectionately, and said dotingly, "Xiaoyue, you are tired after a busy day. Rest upstairs!"

Mu Shiyue could only wish for her to get rid of this awkward atmosphere as soon as possible.

She nodded immediately, greeted her in-laws, and went upstairs.

Han Feixuan followed her and went up together.

Looking at the back of Han Feixuan's departure, Han Feiyu continued to sneer, "Wow, I'm so envious, women sing and husbands follow, what a couple of gods and gods!"

Shen Jiaren took a deep breath, "Since you are envious, then quickly find a suitable girlfriend and get married right away, so you don't have to envy others!"

"That's true!" He smiled, his deep eyes were secretive, "but the premise is to find a girlfriend..."

Upstairs, Han Feixuan followed Mu Shiyue upstairs, but did not go back to the room with her, but went straight into Nie Fanduo's guest room.

She drank a lot of wine just now, and he couldn't help her. He must have been drunk and passed out.

After entering the guest room, seeing Nie Fanduo lying on the bed flushed, he walked over, helped her straighten her body, and covered her with a quilt.

Just as he was about to leave, a small hand suddenly grabbed the skirt of his shirt.

Han Feixuan stopped, turned around and looked at her who was not very conscious, gently pushed her hand away, put it back under the quilt, and said softly, "Go to sleep! Just sleep and you will be fine."

"Feixuan, do you already fall in love with her?" Nie Fanduo was drunk and his voice was slurred.

In a word, Han Feixuan was stunned suddenly.

"If you really fell in love with her, then what am I? What are my contributions and companionship over the past few years? Feixuan, my heart really hurts, it hurts..."

Nie Fanduo's drunken eyes were hazy, and her whirling fingers tugged at his sleeves.

The tearful appearance really relieved Han Feixuan's heart.

"Don't think about it, you are drunk, take a good rest." He responded lightly.

"Feixuan, please, don't leave me, I'm really scared, I'm afraid I'll lose you again..."

"I didn't leave, I'm here, don't think about it." He comforted, and slowly let go of Nie Fanduo's hand.

She slept very unsteadily, crying and crying, always waking up, waking up again unreal, and falling asleep again in a daze.

Han Feixuan stayed by the bed for a long time, until she fell asleep soundly, then slowly got up and strode out of the room.

He went out, passed the door of Mu Shiyue's room, and saw that the door was ajar. 
Through the half-open door, she could be seen sitting in front of the computer, busy working.

Han Feixuan stopped in his tracks immediately, with ripples in his originally indifferent eyes, he slowly looked at her back, and slowly clenched his palms.

Mu Shiyue, has he really fallen in love with her?

What about her?Will she fall in love with herself?
I don't know, in this world, there is only this woman's mind, which he can't figure out, nor can he fathom.

A little complexity flashed across Han Feixuan's secretive eyes, and he looked forward indifferently, took a deep breath, and strode away.

In the garage of the Han family.

Han Feiyu pulled off the dustproof cloth, and a brand new black Ferrari appeared in front of his eyes.

He looked up and down carefully, opened the car door and looked inside, started the car, heard the powerful sound of the motor, and patted the dust on his hands with satisfaction, "Not bad! I want this car!"

Mrs. Zhang who was standing on one side was a little embarrassed, "Second Young Master, this car belongs to Mr. Han!"
"It's okay! My brother is fine!" He tapped his hands on the steering wheel with a smile.

"This……"

When Mrs. Zhang was in trouble, Han Feixuan walked slowly into the garage in a suit and leather shoes. Mrs. Zhang saw the savior's expression on her face, and he signaled Mrs. Zhang to leave with his eyes.

Mrs. Zhang nodded sensibly and left.

Han Feixuan stood sideways, with his hands in his trouser pockets, looked coldly at Han Feiyu who was sitting in the Ferrari sports car, and said lightly, "Do you like the things I used so much?"

"Hmm! I really like it!" Han Feiyu puns one by one, "I have liked to run after your ass since I was a child, and I like things you used more, you don't know that!"

Han Feixuan chuckled, "You also said that it was when I was a child."

"It's old at the age of three. The temper you developed when you were young can't be changed when you grow up!" Han Feiyu stared at him stubbornly.

Han Feixuan smiled, "But you have grown up, you can't be a child forever."

"It seems that there is something in your words!" Han Feiyu made it clear that he didn't want to play tricks with him anymore.

Han Feixuan's eyes were cold, "If you like the car, you can drive away, but for other things, you'd better have self-knowledge. It's not yours, and it will never be yours. If you want it, you can only look at it from a distance. It's best to get it as soon as possible." Get rid of the idea, otherwise...it will be bad for everyone in the end!"

Hearing his warning words, Han Feiyu frowned impatiently, opened the door and got out of the car.

He walked up to Han Feixuan with big strides, met his cold eyes, and sneered, "I should have said this to you. If you are not my elder brother, you can domineeringly possess everything. Everything in the Han family, including I don't have to be the heir of the Han family, but there is one person that I must!"

"Oh? It seems that you haven't given up on her!" Han Feixuan stared at his younger brother closely, and the anger in his heart was ignited, "But she is already your sister-in-law, and this is a fact that can never be changed!"

"What's the matter? You will also get divorced! When you get divorced, I will marry her again, and it will be a matter of course! Anyway, you don't love her, do you?" Han Feiyu said.

A sentence of not loving her was like a sharp knife, piercing Han Feixuan's heart again.

He narrowed his cold eyes slightly, stared at Han Feiyu, gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "Who said we're going to get a divorce? She's the woman I married into the house, and Han Feixuan belongs to me alone. Don't even think about it, as soon as possible." This heart is dead!"

"Oh, so you care about her so much! I really don't know..." Han Feiyu laughed, but he looked very serious, "What happened to Nie Fanduo at home? Hugging left and right? Or Want three wives and four concubines? I haven't seen you for a few years, so your taste is so strong!"