I really don't want a second marriage

Han Muzi held her mobile phone. She stared and stopped breathing.

The man behind him held her arm, and the heat on his palm was continuously transmitted through his clothes, but Han Muzi only felt cold.

The cold starts from the soles of your feet, like being in a world of ice and snow.

Night Tingchen's voice brushed from her ear with a cold chill.

"Wearing a mask, he looks four or five years old."

Han Muzi bit her lower lip. Suddenly, a sharp pain came from her lower lip, which made her suddenly wake up.

No, why should she be so flustered.

Xiaomi Dou told her last time that she met the uncle wearing a mask, but they didn't know each other.

Yes, in that case, how could they recognize each other when they were wearing masks.

What's she panicking about?

Hold on, Han Muzi. Don't mess with yourself, let alone let yetingchen see the difference.

Thinking of this, Han Muzi took a deep breath and slowly recovered her mood, and then she said slowly.

"Really? It's a coincidence that you were wearing a mask that day."

Her reaction made yetingchen frown.

"You don't know?"

"Me?" Han Mu Ziwei smiled, "how could I know? What's the matter? Do you think I've seen the child, too?"

Ye Tingchen: "

"Listen to you, I suddenly want to see you. Whose children are so skinny that they have to wear masks to go to a party."

At this point, Han Muzi pretended to smile.

Night Tingchen was confused. He narrowed his eyes, clasped her shoulder and pulled her body over to face himself.

"Haven't you really seen that? Isn't that child yours?"

When they were face to face, yetingchen's eyes grabbed the light in her eyes. This woman was not good at lying.

If she lies, the expression on her eyes and face will tell him the answer.

Han Muzi was forced to slightly raise her head and look at yetingchen.

In the eyes of yetingchen, although five years have passed, her eyes are still as clean and clear as ever. There are no magazines, but the coldness inside is a little heavier.

"Answer me." night Tingchen's thin lips opened gently and stared at her beautiful eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

Han Muzi blinked her eyes gently. There were no waves at the bottom of her eyes and her face was calm. She gently said, "no, it's not."

Ye Tingchen: "

Han Muzi was very calm and showed no sign of lying.

The hand pinched on her chin loosened for a moment, and yetingchen doubted himself.

Is he thinking too much? Then why is there such a coincidence?

"Why do you think it's mine when you see a child? There were so many people going to the party that day and so many people with children. Do you think it's mine when you want to see one?"

With that, Han Muzi took a few steps back, rubbed his aching chin, and whispered, "have you asked enough? If you asked enough, I'll order."

"Wait a minute." yetingchen interrupted her again.

Han Muzi held the fingertip of the mobile phone slightly white. She lowered her eyes: "what else do you want to ask?"

"Where's the child?"

Han Muzi: "... What child?"

"Your child." yetingchen's eyes grabbed her: "why don't you let me see him? Why put away his shoes and things?"

Sure enough, he was entangled in this problem.

However, it may disappoint him. When Han Muzi put away these things, he had expected that he might not help asking himself.

So she had already figured out how to deal with yetingchen's words.

"Why don't you put it away?" Han Muzi looked back at him fiercely, with a sarcastic smile on his red lips: "you know it's my ex husband's child. If you don't put it away, can you tolerate it?"

This counterattack made yetingchen choke and immediately speechless.

Seeing that he was stunned and had no words, Han Muzi knew that the pass had passed temporarily, so she hurriedly said, "well, stop this topic. I'll order a meal. Don't affect me any more."

After that, Han Muzi turned directly and planned to go away to order food, so as not to affect himself by asking himself questions.

"Wait."

But unexpectedly, she just turned around, and yetingchen stopped her again.

Han Muzi was completely impatient this time.

"Are you finished? Are you still eating? If you don't, go back to your own house and I'll eat by myself..."

Before he finished, yetingchen strode forward and circled her behind her, clasped her white wrist with his big hand, controlled her mobile phone with his other hand, and withdrew from the interface of the Sichuan restaurant just now.

"Forget you're sick? Do you still eat this at this time?"

Han Muzi: "

She was stunned and let yetingchen hold her finger. After stepping out of the interface, she ordered to enter a health preserving porridge shop, "you should eat light now."

Han Muzi's lips were slightly open and couldn't say a word.

Originally, she thought he was going to continue to ask about the children. Unexpectedly, he

After ordering two pieces of health preserving porridge, yetingchen pinched her finger and wanted to pay again. The temperature at his fingertips was like fire, and Han Muzi's breath was a little hurried.

The next second, she pushed away yetingchen and said, "I don't like this."

Then he struggled out of his arms.

Hearing this, yetingchen frowned unhappily, "today is not your wayward time. Do you want to have another fever? Or do you miss the feeling that I took care of you?"

Han Muzi: "... What nonsense?"

"That's it." yetingchen took a step forward and held her white wrist. The language pressure was a little heavier: "obey."

Looking at him holding his hand tightly, Han Muzi pursed her lips and felt that the porridge for health preservation was also good.

In fact, she wanted to eat it herself, but on second thought, she felt that yetingchen would not eat so light things with her.

After all, he is the president of Yeshi group. On weekdays, there are special cooks to cook for him, and she has no physical ability to cook today. If she orders porridge casually, he will dislike it.

"Do you want to eat?" Han Muzi couldn't help asking.

Night Tingchen was stunned for a moment and then reacted. His thin lips tilted slightly, holding Han Muzi's hand and stepping up a bit: "are you concerned about my feelings?"

His eyes were extremely hot, which made Han Muzi's face hot. She took back her hand and said in a cold voice, "I said to invite you to dinner and express my gratitude. Naturally, I have to take care of your ideas and opinions. Moreover, it can't be too shabby to invite others to dinner."

"Mu Zi, I'm not someone else."

Night Tingchen looked at her and said, "I'm your husband."

Han Muzi glanced at him: "no, not before, not now."

This time, the night Tingchen did not refute her, but said, "it will be in the future."