Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Early in the morning, Meng Chu woke up.

She was going to the mall today and returned all the dresses borrowed by Boss Jiang.

After getting up, washing and going downstairs, when she first arrived at the restaurant, she noticed that the servants were not looking at her like usual, and she immediately became suspicious.

She sat down, but instead of eating immediately, she took out her mobile phone.

As soon as she opened it, she froze.

A piece of news popped up on the headlines of the mobile phone: The person in charge of the Mu Group appeared on the streets of a foreign country late at night, embracing a woman. The woman is suspected to be the retired female artist Xie Rou!

Seeing the photo below, Meng Chu's whole body froze and gradually became cold.

He actually...

"You are all on holiday today."

After a long time, Meng Chu turned off his cell phone, took a deep breath, and instructed the servant who was waiting beside him.

The two servants looked at each other, but did not leave immediately.

Meng Chu ignored it and ate the breakfast in front of him, but he couldn't taste it.

She stuffed the fritters and eggs into her mouth until she couldn't chew them anymore, and suddenly coughed violently until she retched.

The servant couldn't stand it anymore, and just about to step forward to stop it, Meng Chu suddenly roared: "Get out!"

Her actions startled the servant, and he finally had to retreat silently.

Meng Chu wiped his mouth vigorously, and was about to stand up when he accidentally fell to the ground.

Thinking of the harsh headline of the news, she was devastated and her heart ached unbearably.

How long is this man, Mu Yanzheng, going to be entangled with Xie Rou?
Time passed by second by second, and there was silence in the huge villa.

Meng Chu didn't know how long he had been in the restaurant. When he stood up, he found that his legs and feet were numb and he couldn't stand anymore. He could only sit on the chair for a while while holding the dining table.

But the resentment and anger in his heart couldn't be dispelled for a while, and his whole body trembled with anger.

Going upstairs, looking at the small wedding photo frame of her and Mu Yanzheng on the bedside in the bedroom, she picked it up and threw it on the ground.The frame was not damaged because of the carpet.

Looking at the wedding photos facing up, Meng Chu recalled the pictures taken at that time.

Because of Xie Rou's escaping marriage, Mu Yanzheng's aura seemed to be owed millions, and his face was dark all the way. Except for being a little nicer to her, everyone else almost shouted.

Since I was so dissatisfied with this marriage at the beginning, why did I force myself to marry someone I didn't love? !
Meng Chu stepped forward to pick up the frame and the photos inside.

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When Mu Yanzheng returned to Rongcheng, it was already late at night three days later.

After Chen An told him about the news that day, he immediately destroyed all the negatives and even sent someone to investigate the media paparazzi.

He didn't care to disturb Meng Chu's rest after getting off the plane, but still called her.

But on the other end, it shows that the phone has been suspended.

Sitting in the car, Mu Yanzheng suddenly felt unprecedented fear.

He felt that this time, he might lose Meng Chu again, which was more serious than last time.

Urging the driver to hurry up, he arrived at the villa, seeing the darkness in front of him, Mu Yanzheng got out of the car and entered the house, without turning on the lights, he went straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

The moment the light was turned on, his heart sank to the bottom.

The bedroom was still the same as when he left, but it was empty.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he ran downstairs to the next door again.

At this moment, Feng Nianjiao was sleeping in a daze, and wanted to go out when she got up, but was stopped by Xie Guangkun: "You go on sleeping, I'll go and have a look."

Seeing the bedroom door close, Feng Nianjiao was worried and got out of bed.

When she went downstairs, she saw Mu Yanzheng standing at the entrance in a mess.

The moment her eyes met, she tried her best to calm herself down and acted even more confused.

"This is……"

Xie Guangkun looked sideways at her, his face full of helplessness.

"Mr. Mu asked Ah Chu if he was here."

"Ah Chu? Is she not at home?"

Feng Nianjiao ignored Xie Guangkun and looked at Mu Yanzheng, speaking as if he didn't know anything.

Mu Yanzheng turned around and left the house without asking any questions.

Through a glass door, Feng Nianjiao sighed slightly as she watched the figure walking away in a hurry.

Why is her daughter's marriage so rough? !

Mu Yanzheng sat in the room all night, until dawn broke, he got up and went to the bathroom.

Meng Chu left quietly, he suspected that it had something to do with the news three days ago.

Going downstairs from the bedroom, I saw the servant coming here as soon as I went out.

Seeing them, Mu Yanzheng seemed to see hope.

Back in the living room, the two servants lowered their heads and dared not look at him.

The silent breath was so suppressed that it was impossible to breathe.

Little did they know that Mu Yanzheng was looking at them intently at this moment.

It took a long time before he said coldly: "Tell me everything you all know."

Finally, the servant slowly raised his head, but when the words came to his lips, seeing Mu Yanzheng's eyes, he didn't know where to start.

"There's no need to hide it."

Mu Yanzheng urged, his cold eyes lingering in front of the two of them.

One of the younger sisters, Tian, ​​finally couldn't hold back and said carefully: "Mr. Mu, madam... Madam read the news about you and... you three mornings ago."

After hesitating, the other servant also nodded.

Mu Yanzheng closed his eyes remorsefully, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

He has always been perceptive, but he never expected to be tricked by that woman Xie Rou!

"You guys take a break for a while."

For a long time, Mu Yanzheng let out a depressed voice.

The servant put the bought vegetables back into the refrigerator in the kitchen and quietly exited the villa.

Mu Yanzheng didn't stay long, and drove back to the old house.

Cen Cen, who was originally at Feng Nianjiao's place, was suddenly picked up by Meng Chu and sent to grandma's place.

Because Mu Yanzheng was abroad, he didn't know about this matter.

He didn't expect that before she left, she would return her son to the Mu family.

Early in the morning, Mu Yanzheng stood in the living room without saying a word.

The servants in the old house just walked by, and no one dared to make any noise.

When Mother Mu came down from the second floor, she saw her preoccupied son and immediately went over to ask, "What happened?"

"Mom, the day Ah Chu sent Cen Cen here, was there anything unusual?"

Mu Yanzheng ignored his mother's concerns and asked instead.

Mother Mu didn't think too much, but since her son asked that question, she frowned and thought about what happened that day, but after a while, she shook her head: "It's nothing, it's just the same as before. Just send Cen Cen in, people He just left. It seemed that he was in a hurry, and he didn't go upstairs with Cen Cen to go back to his room and stay for a while."

Mu Yanzheng listened, feeling very uncomfortable.

She must have been heartbroken that day.

Even if he lost his memory, he mentioned his remarriage many times, and on the day of his remarriage, he went abroad and showed photos with other women.

Ah Chu, she...

Mu Yanzheng didn't dare to imagine, now he was full of worries about her.

For a person who has no memory of the past, no matter where she goes, she is deliberately avoiding it.Even if he wanted to find it, she wouldn't let him find it.

After leaving the old house, he returned to the company.

But for the whole morning, the whole person was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

All the people who went in to deliver the documents were all too arrogant.

It wasn't until the arrival of Chu Ci that the death-like atmosphere was briefly broken.