Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Since Meng Chu returned to Tang Jinglan's villa from the hospital, she faintly found that this man didn't care much about her anymore.

He shut himself up in his study, either for a few hours or an afternoon.Sometimes, I don't see anyone for a whole day.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

Meng Chu's wrist was completely healed, and she accidentally saw the child next door painting in the courtyard, and she felt a little itchy.

In the evening, when Tang Jinglan came back, she told him about it.

A trace of imperceptible emotion flashed across the man's cold face.

She was a designer before, how important her hands are to her.But after falling into the sea, his bones were damaged. Even if he recovered now, he might not be able to design better works as before.

"If you like, you can try painting at home. Or, I'll ask you a teacher to teach you."

Meng Chu was elated, and dispelled all worries about him at once.

Although Tang Jinglan's attitude has changed, she still keeps her word.

The next day, a female teacher came to visit.

Meng Chu opened the door and was surprised to see someone coming. She didn't expect Tang Jinglan to be so fast.

"Please come in."

The female teacher looked to be in her 30s, with short curly hair, fair skin, and a friendly smile.

Meng Chu invited her to the living room and poured tea for her himself.

After sitting down, the female teacher handed her a simple picture book.

Meng Chu flipped through two pages and closed them in frustration.

The female teacher was a little puzzled: "What's wrong? Don't you understand?"

Meng Chu shook his head and smiled faintly.

"too easy."

As soon as the words came out, the female teacher couldn't believe it.

The picture books she brought belonged to the category accepted by middle-level students, but what she thought was that Meng Chu didn't even have the foundation.

"I was hurt."

With that said, Meng Chu exposed his wrist and squeezed it lightly.

The female teacher opened her mouth, her gaze fell on her slender and fair wrist.

"Although I like painting, I just feel that I don't have the strength to hold a pen."

Meng Chu curled his lips and looked at the female teacher with clear and natural eyes.

The female teacher is a highly qualified professor at a certain art academy in Jiangcheng. Hearing Meng Chu's words, she expressed deep sympathy.

"If Miss Meng is really interested, I can help you."

"Of course it's fine."

Meng Chu didn't know what was wrong with her. Even though she couldn't control her hands, she became inexplicably excited when it came to drawing things.

The two chatted for a long time before seeing off the female teacher, and Meng Chu went upstairs to clean up an empty room on purpose.She is going to create in it, and plans to cut first and play later.

But Tang Jinglan didn't come back until ten o'clock in the evening.

A good night's sleep.

At dawn, she dressed up specially and prepared to go out for a stroll.

As soon as she went downstairs, a servant blocked her way.

"Miss Meng, sir, you have explained that you are still sick and cannot go out alone for the time being."

"Get ill?"

Meng Chu was puzzled, but soon realized that it was her memory loss.Then, after thinking about it, since she is not allowed to go out alone, shouldn't it be just a matter of pulling someone?

"Then you come with me, so I won't get lost."

Without waiting for the maid to respond, Meng Chu insisted on pushing it away, and went out with her bag.

Meng Chu has no memory, and Jiangcheng is unfamiliar to her.

I took a taxi to the shopping mall with the maid. Coincidentally, she went straight to the clothing area on the third floor.

"Miss, be careful, don't get your clothes dirty."

It looked like a high-end clothing store. As soon as Meng Chu entered, he was scolded by the salesperson who came over.

The maid was so angry that she just wanted to reason, but Meng Chu stopped her and dragged her out of the shop.

But as soon as the two of them left, one of the two ladies who were also looking at the clothes inside suddenly turned around and looked towards the door.

"Why does that figure look familiar?"

She muttered to herself, attracting the attention of her companions, who also followed her direction, but saw nothing.

Meng Chu went to another house with the maid. Because of her behavior, the maid secretly called Tang Jinglan out of worry.

Not long after, two men in black uniforms appeared.

"Miss Meng, Seventh Brother asked us to take you home."

Before Meng Chu had his fill of fun, he was suddenly forcibly called away, feeling upset.

She knew it was done by the servant, but she just stared at it angrily.

Feeling guilty, the servant stood far away and could only wait for her to confirm the purchase of two clothes.

Back at the villa, Meng Chu changed into men's clothes, a suit jacket with a somewhat old-fashioned design.

Two days later, Tang Jinglan returned to the villa.

At that time, Meng Chu was composing pictures in the studio.

Although the right hand is a little trembling, a simple children's coat is still completed.

Tang Jinglan stood at the door, watching her busy figure from a distance, feeling complicated.

Such a beautiful woman shouldn't have been involved in a man's fight, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

I don't know how long I stood there, until Mengchu turned around and found that he walked in as if nothing had happened.

"What are you painting?"

"Draw whatever you want."

Glancing at the children's clothes on the drawing board, Meng Chu was shy and didn't dare to look up.

Seeing this, Tang Jinglan seemed to see Meng Cen looking at him, and immediately felt upset.

That was Mu Yanzheng's son, and he has now recognized him.And the woman in front of her, who used to be Mu Yanzheng's wife, even though she has lost her memory, she still remembers the past in her bones.

He told himself in his heart that he must not be soft-hearted.

"I went abroad for a while, so I heard Mrs. Lin say that you haven't eaten well these two days."

"You're not here, I'm alone at home, I don't have much appetite."

She spoke lightly, with a hint of coquettishness in her words.

Tang Jinglan didn't walk over to stroke her hair as usual, but turned around and walked out.

"You are an adult now, you must learn to take care of yourself at any time, and you must never rely on anyone all the time."

These words are talking about her in the past.

Now, because of her brain injury, her temperament has changed drastically.

Meng Chu hurriedly chased him out, feeling a little disappointed when he heard this, as if he was about to be abandoned.

At night, he was not there, and Meng Chu was alone again.

Looking at the delicious food on the table, she couldn't swallow it.

"Miss Meng, today this tofu soup has some pepper added, it tastes very good."

The servant reminded him from the side, Meng Chu glanced at it, but did not respond.

Suddenly, she asked, "Do you know what Jing Lan has been up to lately?"

The servant is in a dilemma.

How could she know that she was at home every day.

"Miss Meng..."

"I see, it's useless to ask you."

Putting down the tableware she picked up, she got up and left the restaurant.

Just passing the living room, the landline rang.

"Jingle Bell……"

This phone has never heard a sound since she lived in it.But now, the crisp ringtone caught Meng Chu's heart.

Before she could go over, the servant answered the phone first.

I don't know what was said at the other end, but the servant just responded with 'hmm', but didn't say anything else.

Meng Chu became suspicious and stood by the side until the call was hung up.

The servant turned around and was startled: "Oh, miss, I thought you went upstairs."

Seeing her guilty look, Meng Chu frowned unconsciously.