Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Meng Chu stood and looked around. Although they were new houses, they were all imitations of the white walls and blue tiles in the Jiangnan area.

The door opened, and the old lady invited her in.

The small garden is full of fruit trees.

Going around a brick road and entering the back room, I saw an old man wearing ethnic clothes, smoking dry tobacco and wearing a thick turban.

In front of him was a machine shaped like a loom, with a bunch of colored threads in a basket next to it.

There is also a half-woven belt tied on the machine, with long tassels hanging down.

"Still weaving."

Seeing her staring at her, the old lady stepped forward to introduce her, and she didn't forget to bring out a basket of new ones.

Meng Chu took out his mobile phone and snapped a few photos.

She turned to Feng Nianjiao's phone again and called.

Soon the other end was connected: "..."

"Mom, do you have Gao Feng's phone number?"

"How could I have him."

"Where's Lu Han?"

"No."

Every time Feng Nianjiao refused decisively, Meng Chu on this side didn't think much about it.

Seeing that there was nothing to ask, she could only hang up angrily.

After looking through the address book, she rang the landline number of Hr's office, which she still remembered.

So, try to call right away.

Coincidentally, just two seconds after the other end rang, I heard: "Hello~"

When Meng Chu heard the voice, he was overjoyed: "Gao Feng?"

"it's me."

At the other end, Gao Feng's magnetic voice came.

Meng Chu took out his mobile phone and looked at the two elderly people, "Wait a moment."

Afterwards, she came to the yard and continued, "Let's add WeChat to each other later, and I'll send you some photos."

"...It's...Meng Chu, I heard from Xiaohan that you...Mu Yanzheng..."

"Gao Feng, I'm talking business with you now."

Meng Chu interrupted Gao Feng who was stuttering.

At the other end, there was finally a moment of silence.

"That's fine, let's add WeChat first."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Chu opened WeChat and saw a friend verification message.

She immediately added it, making sure it was the peak, and then sent the photos she was about to take.

At the other end, after reading it, he returned three question marks to her.

[This is a local specialty, a hand-woven belt. 】

【Oh, I thought it was just a flowery-looking belt. 】

……

The two chatted for a while, and Meng Chu bought a basket at a low price.

She was originally going to the temple fair, but now she is carrying a bag of things, making it difficult to move through the crowd, and even attracted the attention of many people.

"If I knew it earlier, I would put it at the old lady's place and pick it up during the day tomorrow."

Meng Chu stepped aside to walk where there were few people, but kept talking to himself.

"Ahead is the Panlong Club, right?"

Suddenly a pair of young men ran by, yelling.

Meng Chu remembered that he still had tickets, so he couldn't control so much, so he rushed forward with a big bag.

"Go in and watch, you need a ticket."

The ticket inspector raised the horn and shouted at the top of his voice.

Meng Chu could only put down a large bag of things and rummaged through the bag.

Because of the crowd, she was knocked out of reach, and the bag in front of her was kicked away by someone, exposing the contents inside.

"This is so beautiful."

Meng Chu was bending over to seal the bag when suddenly a girl grabbed a bunch of tassels and showed the boy beside her.

"It's a belt, handmade."

"How much is it, I want to buy it."

"..."

The girl's initiative made Meng Chu unable to make up his mind for a while.

She just bought it, so she can't just sell it before taking it home, right?

"I am..."

"I want two."

At this time, another girl came over.

Just at this time, the spotlights above the Panlong Club shone.

Meng Chu even exposed the bag of belts in front of her, which immediately attracted many young girls who hadn't been able to watch the Panlong Festival, as well as women with children in their arms.

"How did you sell it?"

"Ten... 41 items."

Just as Meng Chu was about to say the original price, he changed his mind and changed his words.

"I want two."

"I also want."

……

Looking at the people who suddenly surrounded him, Meng Chu had no choice but to open WeChat to collect the money.

In fact, she is not short of this little money, but now she is forced to resell it.

It didn't take long for the bag to bottom out.

"Is your handmade belt gone?"

Meng Chu bent down and groped in the bag for a while, only to find that none of them were indeed there.

She could only shake her head apologetically.

Seeing the little girl's regretful expression, she suddenly regretted that she should buy more.

Looking at the Panlong Club which is still checking tickets, I have no intention of going in.

She walked back, passing by walkers on stilts and those playing in the fire ring, but she didn't stop.

When I returned to the inn, I saw the collection of nearly 1 yuan, and I felt emotional.

If I knew it, I left one.

The next day, she went straight to the old lady.

I don't know if it was because of the rush to work last night, or because of other reasons, there were two big baskets all of a sudden.

Mengchu used to pay directly for packing, but now she has to send the things back to Rongcheng quickly.

Coming out of the post office, she carried two of them in her hand.

Back at Johnson & Johnson, he saw two fringed belts and didn't react much.

Meng Chu walked over, handed it to him, and asked, "Well, are there many people selling it here?"

"There are sales, but not many."

He was indifferent, and then went to work on other things.

Meng Chu went back to the front room, simply made a long skirt, and then matched it with a tassel belt around the waist. In an instant, the class went up.

She took a photo and posted it on a social networking site with the text: Handmade with handmade, it's a perfect match.

It was a random act, but unexpectedly it became a hot search in the middle of the night.

#Pure handmade by whom?
Meng Chu got up to see it at night, and called to read the comments, all of which were ridiculed by netizens.

Fortunately, no one suspected it was her.

However, Gao Feng's WeChat came in.

[Seeing that belt, I guess it's you. 】

【yes.In fact, you can also guess others, because more people buy this. 】

[But not everyone has skillful hands. 】

【Are you complimenting me? 】

【No, I just hope you can come back as soon as possible. 】

[I don't plan to go back for now.However, I am going to open a tailor shop. If you are free, you are welcome to visit. 】

【Where? 】

[I'll tell you when you decide to come. 】

Meng Chu replied with the last sentence and turned off the phone.

The next day, I was woken up again by the ferry that was about to set sail.

She stretched, turned on her phone, and there was only Gao Feng's reply: 【Wait. 】

The popularity of the hot search has gone down, but there are still new comments when I open it.

Meng Chu hurriedly went to the social platform to close the comments, but it was too late, and there was a message that was different from the one who praised it.

'Rubbish! '

Looking at these two words, Meng Chu's face suddenly became hot.

She didn't know why she had this reaction, but she still moved her phone and turned off the comments. Before that, she deleted the spam message.

In a clean place, there can be no dirty words.

After finishing all this, Meng Chu went to wash up.

Today is the last day of her renting here, and I will ask Johnson whether his courtyard house is available for rent anyway.

After freshening up, go downstairs.

The girl at the front desk watched her carry her bag downstairs, and greeted her with a smile, "Are you leaving here?"