Ye Shao's second wife

Chapter 561 I am not someone else

Han Muzi stopped holding the phone, her eyes widened, and her breathing stopped.

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

The chill spreads from the soles of the feet, like being in a world of ice and snow.

Ye Moshen's voice was icy cold, passing by her ears.

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

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

No, why is she so flustered.

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

Yeah, in that situation, both of them are wearing masks, how could they recognize each other.

Then why is she panicking?
Hold on, Han Muzi, don't mess yourself up, and don't let Ye Moshen see anything strange.

Thinking of this, Han Muzi took a deep breath to slowly calm down, and then she said slowly.

"Really? You were wearing a mask that day, what a coincidence."

Ye Moshen frowned at her reaction.

"You do not know?"

"Me?" Han Muzi smiled slightly: "How could I know? What's wrong? Do you think I've seen that child too?"

Ye Moshen: "..."

"Hearing what you said, I suddenly want to meet. Whose child is so skinny that he even wears a mask when he goes to a banquet."

Having said that, Han Muzi pretended to smile.

Ye Mo was deeply puzzled, narrowed his eyes and clasped her shoulders, turning her body to face him.

"You really haven't seen it? Isn't that child yours?"

When the two faced each other, Ye Moshen's eyes caught hers. This woman is not good at lying.

If she lied, the look in her eyes and face would tell him the answer.

Han Muzi was forced to raise his head slightly to look at Ye Moshen.

In Ye Moshen's eyes, even though five years have passed, her eyes are still as clean and clear as ever, without any magazines, but the coldness inside is a little bit heavier.

"Answer me." Ye Moshen's thin lips parted slightly, staring intently at her beautiful eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Han Muzi blinked lightly, without any waves in his eyes, and his face was calm, and said softly: "No, no."

Ye Moshen: "..."

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

The hand on her chin loosened for a moment, and Ye Moshen doubted himself.

Could it be that he was thinking too much?So why is there such a coincidence?
"Why do you think a child is mine when you see it? There were so many people who went to the banquet that day, and there were so many people with children. Do you think it's mine if you see one?"

After finishing speaking, Han Muzi took a few steps back, rubbed her chin, which was pinched a little sorely, and said softly, "Are you asking enough? I'll order food after asking enough."

"Wait a minute." Ye Moshen interrupted her again.

Han Muzi's fingertips holding the phone were slightly white, and she lowered her eyes: "What else do you want to ask?"

"What about the child?"

Han Muzi: "...what child?"

"Your child." Ye Mo's eyes locked on her deeply: "Why didn't you let me see him? Why did you put away his shoes and things?"

Sure enough, he actually struggled with this issue.

But he might be disappointed. When Han Muzi put away these things, he had expected that he might not be able to help but ask himself.

So she had already planned to deal with Ye Moshen's rhetoric.

"Why don't you put it away?" Han Muzi looked back at him sharply, with a mocking smile on his red lips: "You also know that it is my ex-husband's child, if you don't put it away, can you bear it?" ?”

This counterattack made Ye Mo choke deeply, and was speechless immediately.

Seeing him standing there speechless, Han Muzi knew that the test was over for now, so she hurriedly said angrily: "Okay, let's stop this topic, I'm going to order food, don't disturb me any more."

After finishing speaking, Han Muzi turned around directly, intending to go a little farther to order food, lest he keep asking herself questions to affect her.

"and many more."

But unexpectedly, just as she turned around, Ye Moshen stopped her again.

Han Muzi completely lost her patience this time.

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

Before he finished speaking, Ye Moshen strode forward and circled her from behind her, clasped her slender wrist with his big hand, controlled her mobile phone with the other hand, and exited the Sichuan restaurant just now. interface.

"Forget that you are sick? Do you still eat this at this time?"

Han Muzi: "..."

She let Ye Moshen hold her finger in a daze, and after exiting the interface, she clicked into a health-preserving porridge shop, "You should eat lighter now."

Han Muzi opened her lips slightly, unable to speak a word.

Originally, she thought he was going to continue asking about the child, but she didn't expect him to...

After ordering two servings of health-preserving porridge, Ye Moshen pinched her fingers and wanted to pay again. The temperature of his fingertips was like fire, and Han Muzi's breathing became a little short.

In the next second, she pushed Ye Moshen away forcefully, and said, "I don't like to eat this."

Then struggled away from his arms.

Hearing this, Ye Mo frowned displeasedly, "Today is not the time for you to be willful, and you still want to have a fever again? Or, do you miss the feeling of me taking care of you?"

Han Muzi: "...What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Then order." Ye Moshen took a step forward, held her slender wrist, and said with a bit of pressure, "Be obedient."

Seeing him holding her hand tightly, Han Muzi pursed her lips, thinking that a little porridge for health would also be good.

In fact, she wanted to eat it herself, but when she thought about it, Ye Moshen probably wouldn't eat such a bland food with her.

After all, he is the president of Ye's Group, and there is a special cook to cook for him on weekdays, and she is not physically fit to cook today, so if he ordered porridge casually, he would definitely dislike it.

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

Ye Mo was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. His thin lips curled up slightly, and he tightened his grip on Han Muzi's hand: "Are you caring about my feelings?"

His eyes were extremely hot, making Han Muzi's face hot. She withdrew her hand and said coldly: "I said I would treat you to dinner and express my thanks. Naturally, I have to take care of your thoughts and opinions. And It can’t be too shabby to invite others to eat.”

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

Ye Mo looked at her deeply and said firmly, "I am your husband."

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

This time Ye Moshen didn't refute her again, but instead said: "It will be in the future."

(End of this chapter)