Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

After finally sending one away, Meng Chu was just about to tuck the belt back when another woman sat down next to her.

The smell of perfume all over her body rushed to her face, making her frown.

She glanced at Meng Chu from the corner of her eye, and opened a women's cigarette case from her bag.

Meng Chu watched, slowly straightened up, and gave up on putting the belt back.

At this moment, the woman had already lit the cigarette and took a puff. The not too strong smell of smoke wafted towards Meng Chu.

She coughed violently, which immediately attracted the attention of the flight attendant, and shouted loudly: "You can't smoke in the cabin, you have to smoke on the outer deck."

The woman couldn't help but put out the cigarette, but sat still.

Meng Chu next to him was afraid of being accused by her, so he turned his face out of the window.

Suddenly, she heard her smoke and asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Meng Chu turned his head, looked at her big European-style double eyelids, raised one corner of his lips, and said without any concealment: "The belt is handmade."

The woman was curious, raised her slender hand covered with manicure, took the other end of the belt, looked at it again and again, and said disdainfully: "Is it just an ornament?"

"almost."

"Handmade, the quality is a bit low-end."

She put it back into the distance, and still didn't forget to belittle it.

Meng Chu raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with displeasure.

"Good things need to be appreciated by people with taste."

The woman didn't answer, but pulled down a light veil on her shoulders, deliberately revealing the gold bracelet on her wrist and the diamond ring of unknown carats on her left middle finger.

Meng Chu smiled lowly: "Are you also traveling to the seaside?"

"That's right. I was on my honeymoon in the past. My husband has something to do and can only let me go back alone."

The woman spoke quickly, with a southern accent.

"Your accent doesn't look like a native of Rongcheng."

"No, I'm from Nangang, and I came to the mainland with my husband."

"Your husband is a businessman? I know a lot of people in the upper class in Rongcheng, maybe I still know him."

"He's busy and rarely attends gatherings in the upper class, and you are also much different in age. You are not from the same generation, so you don't know each other."

"..."

Meng Chu wanted to relieve his boredom, so he chatted with her, and found that this woman smelled of copper all over her body, and had a contemptuous attitude.

"I see you are not very old, are you married yet?"

"Knot and leave."

She didn't want to talk, but the woman suddenly asked again.

After Meng Chu finished speaking, he showed an awkward yet polite smile.

The woman stared at her face until Meng Chu's cheeks gradually became hot.

She repeated again: "Are you really divorced?"

"Ah."

"I'll introduce you to someone, do you want to meet?"

"..."

Meng Chu was speechless.

Just now I still didn't like her things, but now I want to introduce someone, this is really outrageous.

"No, I'm going to remarry my husband."

"Don't. I'm telling you, girl."

The woman suddenly grabbed Meng Chu's arm familiarly, and she was so startled that she subconsciously hid.

"My husband is sitting on hundreds of millions of assets, and their relatives are also very rich. Let alone a second marriage, even with children, there are people rushing to ask for it."

"No, my ex-husband is fine."

Meng Chu twitched the corner of her mouth, and took away her ghostly claw-like hand.

The woman didn't give up, swept her clothes, and continued to lobby: "I think you are from a well-to-do family in what you wear, and your ex-husband is probably from an average family. The reason for your divorce is probably because of money."

"Little three."

"three……"

Hearing this, the woman's expression suddenly became unnatural.

Meng Chu had a panoramic view of everything, and just as he turned his head to look out the window, she was glued to it again.

"Since he betrayed you like that, why do you want to remarry him? A cheating man is dirty. "

Perhaps because of the loud voice, the two men in the front row turned their heads.

Meng Chu glanced at them, and held back the words when he reached his mouth, and suddenly couldn't hold back his laughter.

"To be honest, my husband has a nephew who has always been cynical. His parents want my husband to take care of him, but my husband is busy with work. So, I thought about finding a wife for that kid and taking care of him from now on. "

"how old?"

Meng Chu felt something was wrong, so he took a mouthful along the way.

"27 years old, graduated from a Hungarian university."

"Returnees."

"Yeah, you didn't see, this kid is very handsome. It's just a little bad, he has a flirtatious nature."

Nephew is 27, how old should her husband be?

Meng Chu listened absent-mindedly to the woman's words.

Her gaze stopped on the woman's face intentionally or unintentionally, and she saw the fine crow's feet at the end of her eyes at a close distance, guessing it should be quite big.

Especially when she mentioned Xiaosan just now, this woman's expression is obviously not right.

"I'm talking to you, are you listening?"

"There are some."

Meng Chu smirked and catered.

"I said you should kick your ex-husband as soon as possible. It's really shameless to try to find a mistress without money."

"he……"

"He's like this, you won't get back together with him with a silly face, will you?"

"Everything is for the child, I am just such a son, his father...do you know Mu Yanzheng?"

Seeing her reluctance, Meng Chu immediately changed his words.

The woman shook her head, expressing her ignorance.

Meng Chu looked at her with a half-smile, but contempt in his heart.

It seems that the so-called sitting on hundreds of millions is just an external report.

Among the upper class and businessmen in Rongcheng, whoever has a small fortune doesn't pay attention to financial news, and who doesn't know Mu Yanzheng.

Meng Chu had an idea, and patted the front seat, "Both, I'm asking you for someone. Do you know Mu Yanzheng?"

The two men looked at each other for a moment, and one of them said, "It seems to be the richest one in Rongcheng."

"The boss of Mu's Group."

The two sang together, and the woman here frowned, a little impatiently: "I don't know who you are talking about."

What she said made the two men almost scratch their heads in embarrassment.

Meng Chu apologized in order not to cause trouble to others.

The woman was quiet for a while, but soon mentioned that she wanted to introduce someone.

Fortunately, the ship has landed.

Meng Chu heard the sweet voice of the announcer on the radio, indicating that it was time for the woman to get off the boat.

"Don't worry, my husband is coming to pick me up, how about you take my car?"

"No, I'll take a taxi."

After speaking, regardless of the woman's obstruction, Meng Chu ran out of the cabin with his things.

As soon as he landed, he saw the woman walking towards a luxury car with her plump buttocks twisted.

When passing by her, the window of the car was lowered, and the woman leaned out her face with enthusiasm: "Little sister, get in the car, look at the big sun..."

"The car I ordered is here."

Before she could finish speaking, a taxi stopped beside Meng Chu.

Ignoring thanks, Meng Chu got into the car and let out a long sigh of relief.

She seemed to see the man in the woman just now. Although she didn't see his face, the palm of his right hand, which was holding a cane, looked like the skin of an old man who was seven or eighty years old, dry and dry.

The woman's age is probably not much older than her.

No wonder, when she said Xiaosan, that woman would react like that.Could it be...