Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Mu Yanzheng's gloomy expression was even worse.

No matter what Pan Xiaoya said, he didn't get angry, but just looked at her calmly.

"She went abroad not for medical treatment, but for deportation."

Pan Xiaoya's complacent face turned pale in an instant.

I have heard before that Mu Yanzheng is cruel and ruthless in the business field. I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect that he would do such a thing to his former lover.

"Mu Yanzheng, Xie Rou loved you, why did you..."

"No matter what I do, I'm not as good as you."

With one fatal move, Mu Yanzheng grabbed the enemy by the throat.

Pan Xiaoya froze when she recalled what she had done.

"What did you mean by that call to Xie Rou at the end?"

Mu Yanzheng got up from the chair, gave her a sideways glance, and paced around his chest.

Pan Xiaoya's face turned pale.

When she made that phone call, it was indeed gloating.

Xie Rou and Meng Chu had always been at odds, she just wanted to watch them continue fighting and watch the show by herself.

"Mr. Mu, I, I was wrong."

For a long time, Pan Xiaoya pursed her lips.

That aggrieved look made Mu Yanzheng feel disgusted when he saw it.

"You're wrong? Pan Xiaoya, I asked someone to invite you today, but that's not the case."

"Also, what else..."

"boom!"

Mu Yanzheng slapped the table, causing Pan Xiaoya who was opposite her to almost fall off the chair.

She looked at the opposite man in horror, who was about to go into a rage, and forgot to breathe.

"June NO.17, you have an appointment with Ah Chu, right?!"

"No, no."

When Miss Pan was questioned, her mind suddenly became confused.

She had met Meng Chu, but she couldn't remember when it was, but it didn't seem like she was the one who invited Meng Chu.

"No, I didn't ask her out."

After frowning and thinking, Pan Xiaoya said with certainty.

Mu Yanzheng stared at her with deep eyes, and leaned forward for a long time.His eyes are scarlet and his face is serious.

"She went back that day and was emotional because she saw you! What did you tell her!"

"I, I didn't. She went to see Han Zhu, and I just happened to be at his house."

Pan Xiaoya didn't dare to look at Mu Yanzheng, the more she spoke, the more confident she became.

Mu Yanzheng pressed his finger on the table, it turned slightly white, and his hands were bruised.

"Because of you, Ah Chu fell from upstairs, and my child is gone!"

"..."

Pan Xiaoya stood up abruptly, leaned back against the wall with her swollen belly, and was terrified.

Mu Yanzheng had already stood up at this time, and was watching her step by step around the table and approaching her with a stern look.

Pan Xiaoya leaned on the wall, her footsteps were trembling, she only managed to stay awake, and she was ready to run away at any time.

As Mu Yanzheng got closer, Miss Pan felt a dull pain in her lower body.I don't know if it's psychological or if it really hurts.

She frowned and begged Mu Yanzheng who was approaching: "Mr. Mu, please, I'm a pregnant woman, you can't do this. I'm sorry that your child is gone. As a mother, I can't..."

Because of her words, Mu Yanzheng paused slightly.

Pan Xiaoya took advantage of this opportunity and rushed out.

Mu Yanzheng stayed where he was, looking at the half-opened door, and didn't move for a long time.

He didn't think about killing anyone, he just wanted to scare the woman and make her remember.

In the evening, when Mu Yanzheng went back, Meng Chu accompanied Mu Cen in the living room doing handwork.

Seeing him come back, he just glanced at him and didn't respond in any way.

He withdrew his coldness and stepped forward, wanting to join the mother and son, only to realize that it was unnecessary.

The servant hadn't cooked the meal yet, so he could only go upstairs to change his clothes.

When he came down, he held a delicate velvet square box in his hand.

Sitting down on the opposite side of the sofa, he handed the box to Meng Chu.

She looked up, then raised her eyes: "What?"

"Gift, open it and see."

Mu Cen was cutting paper with scissors, and his eyes were also attracted.

Meng Chu picked it up hesitantly, and was about to open it when there was a 'dong' sound from the outside window.

The gazes of the three were all attracted to them.

At this time, Mu Yanzheng had already gone outside.

Meng Chu got up and signaled his son to be good.

When she went outside, she saw that Han Zhuo was holding a stone on the ground and was about to throw it at the window again.

"Han Zhu, what are you doing!"

Mu Yanzheng stopped him sharply, but Han Zhu threw the stone towards him.

At the critical moment, Mu Yanzheng quickly avoided, but at the same time his face was extremely cold.

A fist came over and knocked Han Zhu down.

Watching this scene, Meng Chu didn't move forward, just watched the two men fighting in the courtyard.

"Mommy, they..."

Mu Cen was drawn out, Meng Chu came back to his senses, and hurriedly tried to persuade the fight: "Stop fighting, people will die!"

With her voice, Mu Yanzheng let Han Zhu go.

He was thin and thin, even though he was arrogant, he was hit by Mu Yanzheng with a strong body until his nose bleeds.

"Human life, bah!"

Han Zhu stood up from the ground, spat, pointed at Mu Yanzheng and yelled at Mengchu: "It's because of him that my son is gone!"

Pan Xiaoya was pregnant, and Meng Chu knew about it.

But now, her child is gone, and Han Zhu came to her door.

Meng Chu looked at Mu Yanzheng stiffly, his face was gloomy and terrifying.A pair of secluded eyes are like a millennium dry pool, as if they want to suck people into it.

He stared straight at Han Zhu who was accusing him, and shouted in a deep voice, "Where's my child!"

With his sound, not only Meng Chu was dumbfounded, but even Han Zhu was choked, and for a moment he forgot the purpose of coming here.

After a long time, he said again: "You two killed my child, and you still dream of peace and tranquility. Han Zhu, your thinking is really beautiful."

Mu Yanzheng approached step by step, his deep eyes narrowed slightly.

Afraid of causing trouble, Meng Chu hastily blocked him, preventing him from moving forward.

"Mu Yanzheng, calm down."

Mu Yanzheng stopped and turned his gaze to her, with a trace of sadness.

"Achu, let me tell you the truth, this time you were injured and lost our child. It's only two weeks, he's only two weeks!"

Meng Chu was unstable and staggered back.

She shook her head, not believing what Mu Yanzheng said.

"Snapped!"

At this time, Mu Yanzheng slapped himself.

Not far away, Han Zhuo froze in place, looked at Meng Chu and then at Mu Yanzheng.

At this moment, he understood.

After all, what Pan Xiaoya said that day hurt Meng Chu.That's why today, he was punished for losing his child.

Han Zhu left without knowing when, without making a sound.

In the courtyard, Mu Yanzheng stepped forward to pull Mengchu's hand, but she slapped her.

The raised eyes were full of hatred and grievance.

"It's all your fault!"

As soon as the voice came out, it was choked with sobs.

Mu Yanzheng hugged her in his arms, no matter how Meng Chu beat her, he just hugged her so tightly and never let go.

Mu Cen, who was watching all this from the side, half understood, but seeing his mother crying bitterly, guessed that his father had hurt his heart again.

Mu Yanzheng managed to coax Meng Chu back to the room, but she went directly to the second floor.

In the restaurant, the father and son stared wide-eyed, but no one said a word.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the servants all hid outside early.