I really don't want a second marriage

Han Muzi also noticed this.

When song an mentioned Wei Chijin, not only the temperature in his eyes disappeared, but also the temperature around him suddenly dropped.

This sharp change, if it is not for the great ups and downs of the state of mind, I am afraid it is impossible to show it.

She was suddenly curious.

What are the grudges between old man Yuchi and Yuchi Xin and Yuchi an? Why did the two sisters leave an old man regardless of anything.

And after so many years, I didn't forgive the old man because of the baptism of years.

Song an still has a lot of resentment.

But curiosity is curiosity. After all, as a younger generation, she still dare not ask.

And it doesn't seem so simple. It should be song an's wound.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have bothered for so long to call herself and say she agreed to come.

Thinking of this, Han Muzi whispered: "this time, my aunt is willing to come. Muzi is very grateful. If there is anything too difficult, my aunt can tell Muzi. Muzi will never force my aunt to do anything."

After all, this is her business, but there is really no way to ask song an for help.

Hearing this, song an smiled and the temperature in her eyes recovered a little. She looked at Han Muzi and couldn't help reaching out and touching the back of her head.

"Good boy, it's rare for you to think so much about my aunt, but my aunt is fine. Now that I've come, some things... Should be solved."

Escape is not the best way.

She wanted to see what the old man wanted to do and when he would stop.

Thinking of something, song an suddenly said, "I heard... Are you pregnant?"

Referring to the news of pregnancy, Han Muzi's face changed slightly and nodded quickly: "Tingchen doesn't know about this."

"Smelly boy, even if he knows, he has forgotten everything now. He really has no conscience."

"I don't blame him. After all, in that case... He was lucky to survive."

"You'll excuse him. If it's my man, I'll beat him up first and let him see how his wife is written."

Han Muzi: "

I didn't expect aunt song to be very tough.

The journey was not far, so it came soon. The distance between the two sides was shortened. Han Muzi and song an never talked about yetingchen again, but simply said what to eat later.

After getting on the bus, Han Muzi noticed that the bag of bread had not been moved at all. In other words, he had not eaten a mouthful or even drank water since he got off work.

In an instant, Han Muzi couldn't tell what she felt in her heart

He didn't complain and gave her his coat.

Night Tingchen drove the car. The remaining light from the corner of his eyes fell slightly on song an behind him and asked, "aunt song, what do you want to eat?"

Han Muzi called her aunt song, and yetingchen could only follow her.

Song an was in a trance when Aunt song shouted, "I can ask Mu Zi."

Han Muzi, who was sitting in the co pilot's seat, smelled the speech and said, "I can do it, too. Look at you."

Night Tingchen didn't speak any more. After thinking for a long time, the car stopped in front of a hotel integrating China and the West. He unfastened his seat belt and said, "this is the hotel under the name of weichi's family. The food is integrated with China and the West. You can order whatever you want later."

Han Muzi sighed as he untied his seat belt when he was careful.

After getting off the bus, song an stood next to the bus, raised his head and stared at the magnificent hotel in front of him.

After reading for a long time, a cold smile appeared at the bottom of her eyes.

"Aunt song?" Han Muzi called her. Song an regained consciousness, the coldness in her eyes disappeared, and a warm smile returned to her face.

"I was just looking at the appearance of the hotel. Let's go."

It's been many years since I set foot in this place again. All the people I met along the road were strange faces and didn't know her.

It turns out that time can really change everything.

This meal, probably because of chatting, didn't end until nine o'clock.

After dinner, Han Muzi took out her mobile phone to book a hotel. A pair of big hands pressed her hands and said in a deep voice, "aunt song has been on the plane for so long. It's better to open a room upstairs tonight."

This is a hotel. There is a place to eat and live. Han Muzi suddenly remembered after listening to his words.

Yes, this is the hotel under the name of weichi's family. If song an stays here, will she have psychological resistance.

Considering this, Han Muzi raised her eyes to song an, "aunt song?"

Aunt song naturally could see her mind and smiled and said, "OK, I'm tired after running around all day. Then open a room downstairs and have a rest."

Seeing her promise, yetingchen called the person in charge and ordered the other party to arrange a VIP Suite for song an, and then said, "aunt song, if you need anything, just tell the hotel manager."

"Thank you. You worked hard today. Go back and have a rest early."

Then song an was taken away by the hotel manager.

Han Muzi followed ye Tingchen downstairs. During this period, the mobile phone vibrated. Han Muzi took out the mobile phone only after ye Tingchen went to pick up the car.

Aunt song sent her a message.

Han Muzi took a look at the place where he picked up the car and took the initiative to call song an.

"Aunt song."

"HMM." song an replied, "there should be no action on Wei Chi Jin's side? Just wait and see what happens these days. If there is any change, you can inform me in time."

Han Muzi responded.

"OK."

After hanging up, Han Muzi put away her mobile phone and went to the intersection to wait for yetingchen.

The people in the hotel know Wei Chi Shen and respect him very much, while Han Muzi is the one he brought. At the moment, waiting at the intersection, everyone can't help looking at her back with envy and whispering.

Soon, yetingchen came back and Han Muzi got on the bus.

The car is very quiet. The direction is the residence that Tingchen arranged for her the night before.

Han Muzi thought of his attitude towards seeing song an today. It seemed that his memory was touched, so she gave him a quiet look.

Who knows, yetingchen pursed her thin lips and looked at her.

This eye was meaningful, and Han Muzi was shocked.

Why did he look at himself with this expression? Did he find something and think he was calculating him?

So Han Muzi looked at him and became a little guilty. He stammered, "what's the matter?"

A faint smile appeared at the bottom of yetingchen's dark eyes.

"You don't have to."

"Ah?"

"If this happens again next time, just tell me it's to see my parents, and I'll go with you."

Han Muzi: "

Suddenly, she found that she seemed to have nothing to say.

Because yetingchen thinks song an is her little aunt, she regards this meeting as meeting her parents?

"And if you tell me in advance, I can do better."