Desperate to get married: Ex-husband keeps pestering her

If I found out earlier and woke up earlier, wouldn't the relationship between the two of them not be so embarrassing...

Han Feixuan lay there with his eyes closed, breathing evenly. Mu Shiyue thought he was asleep, but he was not. He just pretended to be asleep to reassure her.

He tried his best to control the evil thoughts in his brain. The more he controlled, the more restless his body became. In the air, heavy panting.

Mu Shiyue picked up the quilt and covered him again, saying, "No matter how hot it is, you have to cover him!"

These words were like an imperial edict, and Han Feixuan obeyed them.

So no matter how hot or stuffy it was, he didn't kick the quilt.

It's just that although they were lying on a big bed and covered with the same quilt, there was a huge distance between the two of them before. She was very careful to guard against what he might do.

In such tense precautions and apprehension, Mu Shiyue fell asleep without knowing it, while the person lying beside her, Han Feixuan, almost stayed up all night.

In the early morning, the morning light came in, illuminating the whole room. Seeing her sleeping, his eyes deepened even more on her soft lips.

It was difficult to control and leaned over, wanting to kiss Fangze, but at a close distance, he stopped in control.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control it, the desire in his body was like a beast, watered by the instant sweetness and out of control.

Suffering from a whole night of suffering, Han Feixuan woke up very early. Although his fever did not completely subside, his stomach pain was mostly healed and he became more energetic.

Shen Jiaren slept outside the house all night, and barely slept well. In the morning, seeing that he was fine, she drove back to the temple. Han Mingxin was still waiting for her there, and in the morning, she had to catch the early shift to chant sutras, so there was no delay.

After seeing off his mother, Han Feixuan sat in the study with Michelle in his arms to deal with work, looking at the laptop, wearing glasses, and his tired face seemed to have a bit of a businessman's temperament.

When Mu Shiyue woke up, she saw that there was no one around her, and she couldn't help but feel a little lonely. She lay barefoot on the floor, but she didn't know where this loneliness came from.

Did she look forward to him from the bottom of her heart?

No way!
A woman's mind is like the cloudy weather, it's hard to predict, sometimes even she doesn't know it.

Mrs. Zhang came in with breakfast and said that his wife had already left and her husband was busy with work in the study. Mu Shiyue simply washed up and ate a piece of bread. Before she could go to the study to see him, Han Feixuan came over with Michelle in his arms.

Mu Shiyue stood at the door of the locker room and looked at him, "Is it better?"

He looked at her, the cold indifference faded from his eyes, replaced by a gentle warmth, Han Feixuan nodded, "It's much better."

Mu Shiyue walked over, reached out to take Michel in his arms, and said, "Do you like cats too?"

"Well, I like it," he said.

Then he looked at the plate on the table that Mrs. Zhang hadn't had time to take away, and said, "You only ate slices of bread?"

Mu Shiyue looked at the tabby cat in her arms, and teasingly rubbed the cat's head, "I don't have much appetite, and I'm not too hungry."

Han Feixuan took a deep breath, stepped forward to hold her hand, "Go downstairs and have something to eat with me! I haven't eaten since morning!"

Mu Shiyue looked at him blankly, and after a long time, she put down Mihir and went downstairs with him.

For a moment, it seemed that the relationship between the two had returned to the beginning, as Mu Shiyue expected most, respecting each other as guests without disturbing each other.

If it can be done in the last time, it will be considered perfect.

She thought to herself, looking at the red dates and lotus seed porridge in front of her, she frowned slightly, and there was a big bowl of soup in front of her, she kept stirring it with a spoon, in fact, it was true that she had no appetite, she really couldn't eat anything.

Sitting opposite, Han Feixuan forced himself to drink half a bowl of abalone porridge. Seeing that she hadn't moved a mouthful, he wondered, "It's not good?"

"No." She shook her head, looked at the bowl of porridge again, and resigned herself to drinking spoonful after spoonful.

Han Feixuan put down the bowl and chopsticks, and watched her eat with a smile. After a long time, seeing that she was almost finished, he said, "Do you remember the first time I was hospitalized?"

Mu Shiyue, who was on the opposite side, was drinking his last mouthful of porridge. He heard that half a red date was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

"Ahem..." The card was really uncomfortable, and Mrs. Zhang, who was waiting on the side, saw it, and was so frightened that she quickly poured water and handed it over.

Gudong Gudong drank a few sips of water, and then she got better. Mu Shiyue's complexion recovered a little, and she returned the water glass to Mrs. Zhang and thanked her.

Han Feixuan watched this scene quietly, with a slight smile on his pale face, and then, a deep voice followed, "I remember when I was 20 years old and you were just ten years old, I also seemed to have a high fever that time It turned into pneumonia and had to be hospitalized..."

He wanted to say the next thing, but Mu Shiyue suddenly raised her head, staring at him with scarlet eyes, which seemed to be threatening, if you dare to say it again, I will not forgive you.

Han Feixuan looked at her and smiled, "Do you remember?"

Mu Shiyue gritted her teeth and glared at each other, "So what if I remember? So what if I don't remember?"

"It's okay, I'm just asking." He was still weak, his pale handsome face had no trace of blood, and his complexion was very bad, but Han Feixuan stubbornly refused to take any more medicine.

Others said that he was holding on, with a masculine spirit, but only Mu Shiyue knew that Han Feixuan, who was fearless, was only afraid of taking medicine.

Maybe outsiders only see his appearance, and feel that he has good looks, a family, talent, and a healthy body. He is the ideal object that all men yearn for and women yearn for. He is definitely the best among men. A born king, he has a protagonist aura from birth.

But they didn't know that such a Han Feixuan was born prematurely and was a weak and sick child.

Since he started taking complementary food, he has formed an indissoluble bond with the medicine, taking it three or four times a day until the end.

This 18-year drug experience has given him a fearless life, with the only thing he fears, drugs.

Almost no one knew about it, even Han Mingxin and Shen Jiaren, his biological parents didn't know about it, but only Mu Shiyue knew.

So when Mu Shiyue got up angrily and left, he heard him behind him saying, "If you remember, are you still willing to part with the boy in your memory?"

Hearing his voice, Mu Shiyue's footsteps naturally stagnated, but she didn't stop, and even strode away more resolutely.

What Han Feixuan really wants to ask is, if she remembers everything, can she give the big brother in her memory a chance, can she not get a divorce...

It's just that she left too hastily and in a hurry, without giving him a chance to ask, so she left.

Mu Shiyue hurried upstairs and locked herself in the room. The door slammed shut, and she leaned against the door panel weakly, sliding her body to the ground.

She never stayed downstairs for a long time, because she never forgot those past and memories...