Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

A taxi parked outside the gate of Han's house.

A nanny ran out in small steps and helped open the car door.

Han Feiyu stepped out of the car. At this time, he was wearing sneakers, dark slacks, a thick cotton jacket, and a large plaid scarf.

On a cold winter day, the handsome face with clear features was white and clear, and there was a natural coolness between the evil eyebrows.

He politely smiled at the nanny who opened the door for him. Seeing that the nanny was getting older, he reached out to support her and called her aunt affectionately.

The nanny was very embarrassed, and was very excited to be taken care of by the handsome guy.

After entering the entrance gate, all the nannies and chefs lined up on both sides, bowing respectfully to him, "Hi, Second Young Master!"

Han Feiyu also bowed politely and said hello, "Hello everyone! Thank you for your hard work!"

"Second young master has worked hard!"

After asking, everyone backed away, he changed his shoes, walked inside, and saw Shen Jiaren and Han Mingxin.

After four years without seeing his parents, Han Feiyu was moved when he saw Han Mingxin and Shen Jiaren. He took a deep breath and held back his tears.

Shen Jiaren couldn't help rushing over to hug her son, "Feiyu, you're back..."

Tears came out of her excited eyes, and she couldn't cry.

"Mom, don't be like this, haven't I come back?" He coaxed softly.

Looking up again, Han Feiyu looked at his father's majesty, nodded politely at him, and called out, "Dad..."

"Hmm!" Han Ming replied in a deep voice.

"Feiyu, mom has missed you these past few years. Promise mom that nothing will happen again, otherwise mom won't be able to bear it..." Shen Jiaren cried with all her makeup on, and couldn't stop her tears.

Han Feiyu hugged his mother distressedly to comfort him, "Okay, okay, I will listen to you from now on, Mom, stop crying, it won't be pretty anymore!"

He coaxed her for a long time, and finally, Shen Jiaren managed to smile through her tears.

"Okay, you just know how to coax me. You and your dad sit in the living room for a while, and I'll go to the bathroom." Shen Jiaren pulled her son to sit down, then got up and went to the bathroom to do her makeup.

Sitting there, Han Feiyu was a little embarrassed under his father's majestic gaze. When he didn't know what to say, he heard Han Mingxin open his mouth——

"I'm back, what's your plan?"

Mentioning this, Han Feiyu suddenly became energetic, "Of course, I made plans when I was inside, I want to start a company!"

"Huh?" Han Mingxin was stunned, and then frowned, "Isn't the family business big enough? There are more than 20 branches in China alone, and there are five listed companies. What kind of company do you still open? "

Han Feiyu smiled helplessly, and explained, "The family business belongs to the family, and I want to start my own business!"

Just as he was talking, Han Feixuan came down from upstairs.

Hearing their conversation, he also joined in, walked over, sat down and said, "Dad, when I met him before, I asked him the same question. Xiaoyu really wants to start a company. Now young people start their own businesses. a lot of……"

"That's someone else, because they don't have a company or a business at home, so they want to start a business. Our company is so big, so you can join the company and run the family business well, isn't it good?" Han Mingxin asked.

"Dad, you are imprisoning people's dreams!" Han Feiyu protested displeased.

Han Mingxin tightened his eyebrows, "What dream did I imprison you for? You also said that it was just a dream, not a practical, futile thing, does it still make sense?"

"Why is it meaningless? I just want to start a company, be a boss, and do something I like. How meaningful!" Han Feiyu continued to promote his dream.

Han Mingxin showed disdain on his face, "You are just talking on paper! You don't even know how to start a company! You still do what you like. From childhood to adulthood, that thing is not what you like to do? For what you like to do, completely Regardless of our feelings!"

The more he talked about Han Ming, the more angry he became. He felt that his youngest son hadn't grown up at all, and his thoughts were always so naive!

Han Feiyu was also angry, "Dad, why are you always like this? Are you prejudiced against me? I only talk about my plan, and you start to pour cold water on me! Are you still my real father?"

"I also wonder if you are my own! How can you be so childish!" Han Mingxin said angrily.

Han Feixuan saw that the two of them were arguing more and more fiercely, so he had to stand up to smooth things over, "Okay, Dad, calm down, Xiaoyu is just a temporary idea, and he didn't really start a company, so don't be angry."

Then, he turned around and said to his younger brother, "You are too. You made Dad angry when you came back. Dad is also doing it for your own good. There are so many companies in the family, why do you still open it alone? Just pick one, and you can take over the management!"

"I want to start my own company, a company that really belongs to me, understand?" Han Feiyu said.

Han Feixuan frowned and looked at them helplessly.

Completely stick to their own opinions, but also argue hard.

Han Feiyu got up abruptly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, as if he was about to leave, "I knew that in the eyes of my parents, I will always be a child. No matter what I do, you all think I can't do it well!"

"That's because you haven't done one thing well!" Han Mingxin deliberately hit.

The anger in Han Feiyu's heart became more intense, and he suddenly thought of the past. In this family, everything he said was wrong, and everything he did was wrong. He seemed like a superfluous person.

While arguing, Shen Jiaren ran out from the bathroom.

"Why are you arguing? The father and son just met, what are you arguing about?" She hurried over to comfort her.

Holding Han Feiyu's hand, Shen Jiaren pulled him to sit down, and asked the nanny to hang up the jacket he had taken off, and then said, "Your dad is also doing it for your own good, Xiaoyu, it's good to have ideas, but Think long-term, don't be hasty!"

"I know what you said, Mom." Han Feiyu sighed helplessly, he didn't want to go home, let alone quarrel with his father.

"Then what are you in a hurry for? Take your time, as long as you have your elder brother! If you have any ideas, you can discuss them with your elder brother. If you two are together, you will definitely be able to discuss it." Shen Jiaren said.

Han Feixuan smiled, "Yes, just tell me if you have an idea, and I will help you."

Han Feiyu looked at his elder brother with a sneer on his lips, but he didn't say anything.

"Helping him depends on whether his ideas are feasible, and you can't be blind!" Han Mingxin was still worried about his youngest son, always feeling that he didn't grow up and didn't think about everything.

Han Feiyu frowned, and said angrily, "Dad, you are too partial! If my elder brother says to start a company, you must be the first to agree!"

"That's because your elder brother is more stable, mature, and sensible than you!" Han Mingxin said deliberately.

Han Feiyu gritted his teeth angrily, and wanted to say something, but was held down by Shen Jiaren. She said, "Don't argue with your father, he is doing it for your own good. You just came home, why are you arguing?"

"Okay, I see, Mom!" Han Feiyu nodded helplessly, sighed, and didn't say anything.

Finally, the father and son stopped quarreling, and Shen Jiaren urged Nanny Cui again and told the chef to prepare dinner.

Then he raised his eyes and looked upstairs, "Why hasn't October come down? This brother is back, and the sister-in-law has not shown up for a long time. What do you mean?"

Han Mingxin took the newspaper to read, and said casually, "Let Mrs. Zhang go up and call again, maybe Xiaoyue is busy!"

Shen Jiaren was disconsolate, and while ordering the nanny to go upstairs, she muttered in a low voice, "No matter how busy you are, it depends on the time! What could be more important than my uncle's return?"

Because she mumbled very quietly, only Han Feiyu beside her could hear her.

Han Feiyu raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the bedroom upstairs, recalling the scene of kissing Mu Shiyue not long ago, he couldn't help smiling.