Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"Mengchu, Xiaoya didn't know you well before, and she doesn't know anything."

At this time, Han Zhuo came over and pulled her up.

In a hurry, the woman blurted out: "How could I not know, Xie Rou told me...uh..."

Han Zhu hurriedly covered her mouth, but Meng Chu still stood up abruptly.

She had heard the name Xie Rou from Gu Ying before.

"What does this have to do with Xie Rou?"

Han Zhu pulled the woman to go upstairs, but Meng Chu chased after her directly.

Coming to the second floor, the woman broke free from Han Zhuo and shouted at Meng Chu: "Because she is Mu Yanzheng's favorite woman."

In a word, it is like a basin of ice water, falling head-on.

Meng Chu stopped and slid straight down the stairs.

Fortunately, it was only a slight injury. When she recovered, Han Zhu had already run downstairs to help her up.

"Your arm is bleeding, why don't you go to the hospital first?"

"..."

Meng Chu stood firm and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, the woman's shrill voice came from upstairs: "Han Zhu, my stomach hurts."

Meng Chu took Han Zhuo's hand away, turned around and limped out of the villa.

She sat down on the flower bed by the roadside, suddenly her stomach rolled, and after a while of comforting, she couldn't hold back her desire to vomit.

Seeing that the arm was still bleeding, I could only wipe it with a tissue from the bag to temporarily stop the bleeding.

The already gloomy weather also began to rain lightly, sporadically.

In order to prevent the wound from becoming infected, Meng Chu went to a small clinic nearby.

While the doctor was bandaging her halfway, it started pouring rain outside.For a moment, the whole city was blurred.

"Since you can't walk, how about I give you an infusion to reduce inflammation."

The doctor kindly wanted her to wait for the rain to lighten before leaving, but Meng Chu refused: "No."

After speaking, she rushed into the rain and stopped a taxi by the side of the road.

Back at the villa, it was still raining heavily.

Mu Cen in the living room, seeing that his mother was wet all over, hurriedly got up from the carpet in the living room, and hurried to find a towel to send over.

"Thank you Baby."

Mu Cen didn't like people calling him that before, but now, when he heard Meng Chu call him that, he bent his lips.

"Madame is back, sir is upstairs."

The servant came over and brought another dry towel.

Meng Chu glanced in the direction of the second floor, hung his bag on the porch, and brushed his hair.

"Ma'am, you are hurt!"

When she turned around, the servant saw the white gauze wrapped around her other arm.

"It's okay, just a little injury."

After Meng Chu finished speaking lightly, he turned away again.

At this time, footsteps came from the second floor.

Everyone looked towards the stairs, but Meng Chu didn't seem to hear.

Mu Yanzheng, dressed in white and black trousers, got down from above and approached the entrance step by step.

With a gloomy face, he snatched the towel from Meng Chu's hand and wiped her hair domineeringly.

Meng Chu remained in the same posture, allowing him to wipe it half dry, and was dragged upstairs by him.

"What happened to the arm?"

Entering the bedroom, he pushed her to sit on the sofa, just picked up the hair dryer, and caught a glimpse of the slightly red gauze on her arm.

"It's broken."

Meng Chu was perfunctory.

Mu Yanzheng saw that she kept lowering her eyebrows, finally exhausted her patience, leaned over and pinched her chin, and approached: "What's wrong?"

Meng Chu was forced to raise his eyes, his eyes were slightly sharp, completely gone from the innocence before yesterday.

Mu Yanzheng, who was still pent up with anger, became inexplicably flustered at this moment.

He seemed to see Meng Chu in the past, and she often looked at him like this at that time.

Slowly lowering down, the hand pinching her chin landed on her lap, and held her hand instead.

Even his tone softened in an instant.

"Who did you meet at noon? What happened?"

Meng Chu stared at him blankly, then suddenly looked away, avoiding his question, and asked, "Who is Xie Rou?"

Mu Yanzheng's hand that was kneading her palm froze, and his clear face gradually tensed up.

The temperature in the bedroom dropped suddenly, and there was a menacing atmosphere in the air.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Mu Yanzheng was the first to lose.

He sneered and stood up.

The docile white shirt set off his perfect figure, which was slender and well-proportioned.

"she……"

"She is the woman you love the most."

Before Mu Yanzheng could finish speaking, Meng Chu said it first.

The man with his back to her suddenly turned around and looked at her coldly.

Meng Chu stubbornly met his gaze, but his lowered hand was trembling faintly.

I don't know if it's because of his deceit, or because of his own ignorance, and he feels angry and sad.

"Who did you meet at noon?"

Mu Yanzheng took a step forward, his eyes slowly congested.

Meng Chu forcibly held back the tears he was about to shed, looked up at the ceiling, and just kept silent.

Mu Yanzheng clasped her shoulders, slowly hugged her into his arms, and sighed heavily: "You have lost your memory, and it is for your own good that you are not allowed to recall the past."

"I don't want the man who sleeps with me every day to be full of other women! Knowing the truth that night, I found that my existence is just a joke."

Finally, Meng Chu couldn't hold back and choked up.

Mu Yanzheng held the hand on her shoulder, turned to hold her face, and wiped away her tears little by little.

"You are not a joke, you are my favorite woman, Mu Yanzheng. Huh?"

"is it?"

Meng Chu was amused by his affectionate words.

The disdain at the corner of the mouth and the mockery in the eyes are self-evident.

Looking at Mu Yanzheng, his heart seemed to be burned.

He didn't expect that the peace he carefully protected would be destroyed so quickly.

"do not……"

He also wanted to explain, but Meng Chu pushed him away, ran out of the bedroom, and threw the blood transfusion report in the box on him.

"What is this? You said that I am your favorite woman, so is the child I gave birth to your son? Do you love him? Why did Tang Jinglan not you but Tang Jinglan when he had an accident and needed a blood transfusion!"

Meng Chu collapsed and yelled out of control.

Mu Yanzheng trembled as he looked at the names on the blood transfusion report.

The date above was exactly the day last year when he accompanied Xie Rou to the banquet, and she begged him to give the child a blood transfusion.

"..."

For a while, he had no words to explain.

A list, he was sentenced to death and sentenced.

"Mu Yanzheng, I will never trust you again. Before, you went to Jiangcheng to find me, and I was still moved. I didn't expect that everything was a lie fabricated by you. No wonder we will divorce. I have such a relationship with you." An unbearable past!"

Meng Chu didn't speak hoarsely anymore, instead he was calm, but his tears kept falling like broken beads.

She didn't allow Mu Yanzheng to approach, like a wounded hedgehog.

Looking at her, Mu Yanzheng was angry and heartbroken.

He tried to forget and erase that past, but she still wanted to bring it up, even if she had no memory.

"Chu, calm down and listen to me."

"Hehehe."

Meng Chu looked at him with tears in his eyes, and suddenly sneered.The trembling shoulders were even more dazzling in Mu Yanzheng's eyes.

As he approached her step by step, Meng Chu suddenly waved his outstretched arm and ran out of the study.

Mu Yanzheng's heart tightened, and he quickly chased out the door.

Meng Chu's heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe. As soon as he went out, his whole mind suddenly shook.All she could think about was getting out of here and taking her son with her.

When I hurried downstairs, my eyes suddenly went dark for a while, and before I could touch the handrail, my whole body fell forward.

"Achu!"