Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

When Meng Chu was asked, she tried her best to recall, but she couldn't immediately remember where she saw it.

On the way back, Meng Chu was sitting on the back of Johnson's bicycle. The night wind messed up her long hair, and she was even more dazzled.

Neither of them spoke, they were silent with each other.

But after passing by a hotel, Meng Chu subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced in, and immediately his eyes became straight.

Could it be that she was dazzled? Why does the man standing at the front desk of the hotel look a bit like Mu Yanzheng?

All the way to entering the house, Meng Chu was still dazed and staring.

After Johnson left, she couldn't calm down no matter what.

Turned on the computer, but couldn't enter the state no matter what, and finally turned it off and went to sleep.

Lying on the bed flipping through the photos of my son, my eyes got wet unconsciously.

From birth to growing up, has been with her.

Since falling into the sea, Cen Cen has never lived with her substantively.

Either there is Mu Yanzheng, or his mother.

Meng Chu turned off the photo album, turned to Feng Nianjiao's phone and dialed it.

The other end rang for a long time before it was connected, and a male voice came: "Ah Chu?"

"... Uncle Xie."

Hearing this voice, Meng Chu shouted with great effort.

"Your mother is marinating meat downstairs, wait a minute, I'll take it down to her."

After finishing speaking, before Meng Chu could respond, he heard the sound of feet stepping on the stairs.

Not long after, Feng Nianjiao's voice came: "Ah Chu, what's the matter?"

"mom……"

Meng Chu sat up, holding his phone, suddenly his throat felt dry.

"..."

"You take Cen Cen back tomorrow."

After a while, she made a decision.

At the other end, Feng Nianjiao didn't ask any further questions, but only answered: "Okay."

Meng Chu hung up, and slowly looked at the moonlight outside the window, without moving for a long time.

The next morning, the tailor shop was not open.

Mu Yanzheng got up early and ran three laps along the beach but still didn't open the door. He was a little puzzled, bought a bottle of water in the nearby supermarket, chatted with the boss for a while, and when he came out, there was still no opening.

"What time does your neighbor usually open the shop?"

"Eight in the morning, sometimes seven."

The boss came out to tally the goods, and he didn't forget to take a look at the tailor's shop.

Mu Yanzheng looked at his watch, it was nine o'clock soon.

"coming."

The boss reminded.

Mu Yanzheng turned his head, and saw Johnson riding a bicycle from far to near.

"What is their relationship?"

"This is Qiangsheng, Gu Qiangsheng. The second-generation house owner with the most houses in our coastal city."

"I passed by yesterday and seemed to see a woman."

"I don't know about that."

"Did she just come here?"

"It's not like a local, and it's not like Johnson's child bride-in-law. However, she looks good-looking. Not to mention, she is a bit suitable for Johnson."

"How come. I think Johnson is sloppy and unkempt, and that woman probably doesn't like it either."

After Mu Yanzheng finished speaking sourly, he raised his head and took a big sip of water.

The boss moved a box of water back and came out again.

"For the money."

Mu Yanzheng listened, sneered and hooked his lips.

"gone."

Put down the empty water bottle, and don't forget to tell the boss.

From here, he went straight to the tailor shop.

"Do you make clothes?"

Because the busy people inside didn't respond, he knocked on the window glass again.

Qiang Sheng turned around, saw a man, approached him, and asked, "What kind of man?"

"... What style will you make?"

Mu Yanzheng stretched out his head to look in, Qiangsheng watched and directly invited him in.

The house is not big, and most of the hangs are designed by Meng Chu, and Johnson & Johnson made it with a sewing machine. Because of the skillful workmanship, there are no flaws at all.

"You still make dresses?"

"Do."

Mu Yanzheng looked at each place carefully, and finally settled on a few blueprints on the table.

"You designed this?"

"My master."

"Master?"

Johnson looked pale.

Mu Yanzheng frowned.

Meng Chu was just angry at himself for accepting his apprentices instead of a man. Could it be that he really fell in love with his money?

"I'm going to make this one."

He picked out the most complicated and not very good-looking dress from several drawings, and handed it to Johnson.

"I'm sorry sir, this...my master doesn't seem to have designed it yet."

"That's your business, I want it."

"Are you giving it away, or?"

"Send someone."

With a proud attitude, Mu Yanzheng took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Do you need a deposit?"

"...?"

"I'll pass it on to you as much as you need."

"……Do not……"

Johnson was stunned by him, and he didn't react for a long time.

"If you are not in a hurry, sir, you can wait for my master to come and talk about it."

"No, I'm going to..."

"Jingle Bell!"

The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted their conversation.

Johnson went out to answer the phone, and Mu Yanzheng looked around the room for a while, then followed him out.

It happened that Johnson put away his phone, "Sir..."

"I'm going to get the money, you guys do it first, and I'll come back another day."

Without giving the other party a chance to speak, Mu Yanzheng strode away.

At this time, Johnson's phone rang again.

Withdrawing his gaze, he connected: "That gentleman insisted on ordering a dress, but you still didn't design it."

"It's okay, I have a complete composition in my computer. I'll send it to you when I get back to Rongcheng."

"How do you charge? I've never sold dresses."

He is always a deep and indifferent man on weekdays, but now he is so weak that he wants to ask for protection from others.

"You do it first, wait for the finished product to come out, let the buyer see it, and then we will set the price."

"alright."

Johnson & Johnson feels like it's in unprecedented trouble this time.

He has made gowns, but they were all guided by Meng Chu, and it took several revisions to complete a relatively easy finished product.

But now, Meng Chu is not here, and the set that the customer wants to buy is still the most complicated and troublesome.

**
Meng Chu put away his mobile phone, turned his face to look at the vast sea outside the window.

After leaving for more than a month, she really missed her son the most.

If possible, she would like to take him to the beach for a while.But if that was the case, Mu Yanzheng would know that she was here.

He, she can't forgive for the time being.

The sound of the ferry in the distance, humming, brought Meng Chu back to reality in a daze.

Because it was very hot on the deck in the morning, many tourists stayed in the cabin drinking cold drinks and chatting.

Meng Chu was alone and felt very bored.

She turned on her phone and sent Gao Feng a message: [You didn't go last time, I'm back, let's meet. 】

Seeing that the message was sent successfully, she leaned over and pulled out a bag of handmade belts under the seat, pulled out one from the inside, and held it carefully in her hand.

Because of the lessons learned last time, she didn't want to be sold a second time before a bag of goods arrived at the shore this time.

"Miss, where did you buy this?"

Meng Chugang was holding the mobile phone and was flicking the tassels on it, when suddenly a voice sounded from above.

She looked up, and the other party had already sat down in the empty seat beside her, and she still sighed: "It's so beautiful."

Meng Chu was speechless, and since she couldn't tell the address of the business, she had no choice but to say, "The night market stall on the back street."

"I've also been to the back street, but I didn't find any for sale. I must look for it next time I go to the beach."

"Look for it, there are."

Meng Chu laughed dryly.