Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

"You..." Han Feixuan stared at her, his chest stagnating with anger.

This woman never knew how to learn, as long as she opened her mouth, she would only make him angry!
Mu Shiyue smiled brightly, her soft hair stuck to her cheeks, and the glass on the car window reflected her delicate face.

Even without makeup, it's so beautiful that it makes one's heart tremble.

Looking at the smile on her lips, that smile seemed like a little bit of ink melted gently, faintly smudged, and the emotional ink landscape painting outlined was so beautiful that it made people imagine.

In Han Feixuan's eyes, it was particularly dazzling. Such a pure and beautiful smile was not smiled at him. Thinking about it makes people angry.

Suddenly, he opened his lips coldly and said, "Mu Shiyue, are you angry with me on purpose?"

Mu Shiyue propped her head on one hand, and looked at him innocently, "How is it possible? I'm just telling the truth, and I'm just telling the truth, you don't want to believe it."

"What do you want me to believe?" he said.

She frowned slightly, "Pay attention to the words, it's not that I want you to, but that you should believe it, because everything should be based on facts and not fabricated out of thin air."

Han Feixuan was taken aback, turned his head, looked at her bright smile, and sneered, "What do you imply is that Fanduo changed her own medicine, and after taking it, created a bitter trick?"

She listened, smiled wryly twice, and said, "You already have the answer in your heart, so why ask me?"

Han Feixuan stared at her and smiled cruelly, "My answer is that Fanduo is not that kind of person! I believe her!"

"Oh!" Mu Shiyue nodded cooperatively, "Then why are you still telling me these things?"

Han Feixuan's eyes were locked tightly on her side face, and Han Feixuan narrowed his eyes, and his voice almost stopped, "Because I want to find out who stole her medicine..."

"You suspect it's me?" Mu Shiyue asked.

Han Feixuan raised his eyebrows, and his beautiful eyebrows were also frowned at the moment, "Is that you?"

His tone was complicated, half-truth and half-false, lingering in Mu Shiyue's ears, but it was like a steel knife, ruthlessly piercing her heart.

I knew this man was untrustworthy!

Yesterday he swore in front of the media that he believed her, and asked everyone to believe her, but within a day, he began to doubt again.

Suspected that she poisoned his female secretary, ex-girlfriend, Her Majesty the Goddess in his heart.

Mu Shiyue closed her eyes helplessly, annoyed in her heart, and her words were completely thoughtless, she opened her eyes and said, "Yes, it's me, call the police immediately! Arrest me and pay for your precious ex-girlfriend's life." Already!"

As she expected, with one sentence, Han Feixuan was successfully angered.

In the next second, the sound of violent brakes pierced the quiet clear sky.

"Mu Shiyue, say it again." He calmly said word by word.

Mu Shiyue shook her head in disappointment, "There's no need, because you have already identified me as the murderer in your heart, no matter how much you try to justify, it's meaningless!"

After speaking, she opened the car door and stepped out of the car.

The cold air hit her face, making Mu Shiyue, who had been in the greenhouse for a long time, quite uncomfortable. She hurriedly wrapped up her coat and walked forward against the cold wind.

Han Feixuan drove slowly, opened the car window, and showed half of his head, "Mu Shiyue, get in the car first, and we'll talk later."

"No need, Mr. Han." She put aside his kindness in a distant way, and her indifference really made him even more angry.

Han Feixuan gritted his teeth, "You..."

Frowning impatiently, he continued to drive behind, "Mu Shiyue, I only count to three, and if you don't get in the car by three, I'll leave!"

Mu Shiyue listened to him counting behind him, but ignored him, raised her head stubbornly, and walked forward.

Han Feixuan was cruel, stepped on the accelerator, and the car flew past.

Mu Shiyue was left alone, walking on the cold street.

At this time, the temperature outside was very low, and the wind hung coldly on her body. Mu Shiyue hugged her arms habitually, took a deep breath, and felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart.

Seeing the people coming and going in the shopping mall in front of her, she lowered her head submissively, and stuffed her small face into her clothes, not wanting to be recognized by anyone, which would inevitably cause trouble to her upper body.

After a while, Han Feixuan flew out of a few intersections and was driving. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the bag on the co-pilot. When he thought of Mu Shiyue, his leg was still injured, and he was walking alone on the side of the road in the ice and snow. ...

He was a little worried, gritted his teeth angrily, turned the car and drove back.

Mu Shiyue was walking when she suddenly heard someone yelling, "That person seems to be Mu Shiyue!"

Suddenly, like a big-headed fly seeing blood, everyone's eyes fell on her, Mu Shiyue's heart tightened, she subconsciously raised her eyes to look around, and then said, "I'm sorry, you misidentified me! "

After speaking, he ran away.

There were a few good people chasing after her. Mu Shiyue looked back while running, and couldn't help crying in her heart. Why are they chasing her?She's not a celebrity, she just made a Weibo trending list, so what?

While running, she didn't pay attention to her feet, and suddenly tripped over a stone, and Mu Shiyue fell heavily to the ground with a 'pop'.

The people behind gathered around, "This is Mu Shiyue, right? Is that the designer who drove the employees to death and plagiarized himself?"

"That's right, she's a thief shouting "Stop a thief! She plagiarized herself, so what qualifications do you have to call an employee!"

"Threatening reporters and beating TV station people, does this kind of person have any humanity? It's too much!"

Everyone was chattering, and accusations and abuse were even more inevitable.

Just when Mu Shiyue was very helpless and was surrounded by the crowd again, a hero killed him.

Han Feixuan walked through the crowd in awe-inspiring manner, walked up to Mu Shiyue, squatted down, and stretched out his slender and white hands to her.

Mu Shiyue looked around in embarrassment, not wanting what happened last night to happen again, so she reached out and asked him to help her up.

Han Feixuan took her hand and looked at the onlookers. The originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and the surrounding air cooled down instantly. It was so quiet that almost no one spoke.

Everyone held their breath and looked at this man in a suit and leather shoes who suddenly appeared. His extremely handsome face was like Satan's long and narrow eyes. The indescribable chill contained in the black lacquer eyes made people feel chills all over.

Han Feixuan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and the slightly drooping corners of his mouth could show his extreme displeasure at the moment. He held Mu Shiyue's hand and got into the car under the eyes of everyone.

Returning to the driving seat, Han Feixuan took a deep breath, looked at the woman sitting beside him, and said helplessly, "Don't show up again for now, wait until the truth is found out."

Mu Shiyue lowered her head, her eyes were dark gray, and she looked very lonely.

He frowned slightly, and smiled bitterly in his heart. This was the first time in his life that he made a compromise to someone.

It is also a compromise to my own heart.

There's no way, he can't let this woman go.

After starting the car and leaving, Han Feixuan took her directly back to Han's house.

On the way, he contacted Dr. Lin, so when they got home, Dr. Lin was already waiting at home. 
Shen Jiaren was still puzzled for a while, "Who got hurt again?"

Han Feixuan took Mu Shiyue's hand in, pulled her to sit on the sofa, then carefully took off her shoes, let her little feet step on his big hands, and gently rolled up his pants.

He remembered that the injury on her left leg and knee didn't heal. It was smashed last night, and she fell again just now. It will definitely be worse.

He rolled up his pants, and as he expected, the wound was red and swollen, and the skin was a little torn.

Mu Shiyue was taken aback for a moment. At this moment, this imposing man was leaning over and holding her calf. She struggled, but he held it even tighter.

"Hold on!" he said.

Taking over the doctor's job, he dipped a cotton swab in the medicine and gently wiped the wound.

This should be the second time that Han Feixuan applied medicine for others. Compared with the previous ones, the movements were gentle and much more skillful.

At that moment, Mu Shiyue was stunned, and stared blankly at Han Feixuan holding her ankle, supporting her injured left leg with her big hand, and her little foot fell into his palm.

Mu Shiyue's heart fluttered, and she clenched her fingers in embarrassment.

She doesn't like others to touch her feet, even if the man in front of her is her husband.

But except for Han Feiyu.

Why is he so special?She didn't know the specific reason.

She watched Han Feixuan holding her little feet, feeling uncomfortable all over. He took the slippers from the nanny and gently put them on for her.

Even though Mu Shiyue's heart was like stagnant water, it was also rippling at this moment.

It's just that she doesn't want to show it too much, after all, this man is too strong and dangerous.

Get too close and burn yourself too easily.

Fortunately, I did not fall in love with him!