Han Muzi paused with her cell phone, her eyes widened and her breathing stopped.

The man behind her held her arm, and the heat in her palms was constantly conveyed through her clothes, but Han Muzi only felt cold.

The chills rise from the soles of your feet, as if you are in a world of ice and snow.

Ye Moshen's voice brushed through her ears with a cold chill.

"Wearing a mask, she looks like she is 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 suddenly wake up.

No, why did she be so panicked?

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

Yes, in that case, both of them were wearing masks, how could they recognize each other?

Then why did she panic?

Stay calm, Han Muzi, don’t be distracted, and don’t let Ye Moshen see something strange.

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

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

Her reaction made Ye Moshen frown.

"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: “…”

"I suddenly wanted to meet someone who is so naughty when I go to a banquet and wears a mask."

Speaking of this, Han Muzi pretended to smile.

Ye Moshen was confused, narrowed his eyes and held her shoulders, and turned her body over to face him.

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

When the two met face to face, Ye Moshen's eyes grabbed her eyes. This woman was not good at lying.

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

Han Muzi was forced to look at Ye Moshen with her head slightly raised.

In Ye Moshen's eyes, despite five years, her eyes were still as clean and clear as ever. There was no magazine, but the coldness inside was a little heavier.

"Answer me." Ye Moshen's thin lips opened lightly and stared at her beautiful eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Han Muzi blinked gently, without any turbulence in her eyes, and a calm face, and she said softly: "No, no."

Ye Moshen: “…”

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

The hand that was pinching her chin loosened for a moment, and Ye Moshen became suspicious of himself.

Could it be that he was thinking too much? Then why did such coincidences occur?

"Why do you think it's mine when you see a child? There are so many people going to the banquet that day, and there are so many people taking the child. Do you think it's mine if you want to see one?"

After saying that, Han Muzi took a few steps back, rubbed her chin that was pinched to the point of pain, and said softly: "Have you asked enough, have you asked enough? I'll order food."

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

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

"Where is the child?"

Han Muzi: "…what child?"

"Your child." Ye Moshen's eyes tightened her

: "Why don't you let me see him? Why should you put away his shoes and things?"

Sure enough, he was actually confused about this problem.

But it might be disappointing him. When Han Muzi put away these things, she had already expected that he might not be able to help but ask herself.

So she had already thought about dealing with Ye Moshen's words.

"Why not put it away?" Han Muzi looked back at him with sharp eyes, and a sarcastic smile was on her red lips: "You also know that it is my ex-husband's child. If you don't put away the things, can you tolerate it?"

The counterattack made Ye Moshen choke and he couldn't speak.

Seeing that he was stunned and speechless, Han Muzi knew that the level had passed for the time being, so she quickly said angrily: "Okay, stop talking about this topic. I want to order food. Don't affect me anymore."

After saying that, Han Muzi turned around and planned to go farther and order food so that he would not always ask questions to affect him.

"etc."

But unexpectedly, she had just turned around and Ye Moshen called her again.

Han Muzi completely lost her patience this time.

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

Before he finished speaking, Ye Moshen stepped forward and circled her behind her, grabbed her thin white wrist with his big hand, controlled her cell phone with the other hand, and exited the interface of the Sichuan restaurant just now.

"I forgot that I was sick? I still eat this at this time?"

Han Muzi: “…”

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

Han Muzi's lips opened slightly, and she couldn't say a word.

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

After ordering two health porridge, Ye Moshen pinched her finger and wanted to pay. The temperature at his fingertips was like fire, and Han Muzi's breathing became a little rapid.

The next second, she pushed Ye Moshen away vigorously and said, "I don't like eating this."

Then he struggled away from his arms.

After hearing the words, Ye Moshen frowned unhappily, "Today is not the time for you to be willful, and you still want to burn again? Or do you miss the feeling of me taking care of you?"

Han Muzi: "...what nonsense is talking about?"

"Then just click." Ye Moshen stepped forward, held her thin white wrist, and his tone became a little heavier: "Obe obedient."

Seeing him holding his hand tightly, Han Muzi pursed her lips, thinking that a little bit of health porridge was also good.

In fact, she wanted to eat it herself, but when she thought about it, she felt that Ye Moshen would not be able to eat such light food with her.

After all, he is the president of Yeshi Group. He usually has a special cook to cook for him, and she is not physically capable of cooking today. If he orders porridge casually, he will definitely dislike it.

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

Ye Moshen was stunned for a moment before he realized that his thin lips raised slightly, and he held Han Muzi's hand tightened a little: "Are you caring about my feelings?"

His eyes were extremely hot, making Han Muzi's face hot. She pulled her hand back and said coldly: "I said I would invite you to dinner and express my gratitude. Naturally, I have to take care of your ideas and opinions. And it's not too cold to invite others to dinner."

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

Ye Moshen looked at her and said calmly: "I am your husband."

Han Muzi glanced at him: "No, it wasn't before, and it wasn't now."
Chapter completed!