Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Meng Chu returned to the villa that Mu Yanzheng bought and got off the car. She glanced at the neighbor and pushed away the courtyard where her mother was.
Maybe I heard footsteps, maybe I saw it through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

As Meng Chuyue walked forward, the door on the first floor suddenly opened, and a small figure rushed out from inside, hugging Meng Chu.

"..."

For a moment, tears filled Meng Chu's eyes, he couldn't tell whether it was because he missed his son too much or because of his change of personality.

The mother and son were silent for a while, and Feng Nianjiao and Xie Guangkun pushed the door and came out with white flour on their hands.

"mom."

Meng Chu called out.

Feng Nianjiao's eyes were red, and she smiled and motioned for her to quickly enter the room.

Without saying a word, the little guy let go of her legs, took Meng Chu's bag, and led her into the house.

"Achu, you watch TV with Cen Cen first, and I'll make dumplings with your uncle."

In the living room, Feng Nianjiao called their mother and son to sit down and rest first, and then took Xie Guangkun back to the kitchen.

Meng Chu nodded, stroking his son's head, eyes full of doting.

It's been a long time since I saw him. He seems to have grown taller again, but he has lost a lot of weight.

The little guy asked Meng Chu to sit down, while he trotted to get a glass of pure water.

Seeing his adult-like appearance, Meng Chu couldn't help holding his face and kissing him.

"Did your father arrange a school for you?"

The little guy picked up the tea she put down and nodded.

This cold attitude made Mengchu a little worried that he was becoming more and more like Mu Yanzheng.

Meng Chu had no choice but to take the tea and drank it for a long time.

The little guy licked his lips in satisfaction, and sat beside Meng Chu even more well-behaved.

"Cen Cen, have you been at grandma's house since Mommy left?"

"Ah."

He speaks very little, and his words are like gold.

The TV was on, but his gaze was fixed elsewhere.

"Then have you told grandma how long you want to live with grandma?"

As soon as Meng Chu finished speaking, the little guy put his arms around her waist and whimpered softly.

At this moment, Meng Chu's heart was broken, and his eyes became sour.

After adjusting for a while, she patted her son on the back and comforted her son in a low voice: "Okay, okay, Mommy is wrong."

The little guy suddenly raised his head, his bright black eyes looked like the eyes of a rabbit at the moment, they were frighteningly red.

"Mum, can you stop abandoning Cen Cen?"

The choked and hoarse voice hit Meng Chu's heart again.

She moved the corners of her mouth and looked up quickly, trying her best not to shed tears.

"Mummy, is it because I'm not good that you don't want me anymore?"

"No."

Meng Chu lowered his head and chuckled, but two tears still fell uncontrollably.

The little guy quickly took a tissue from the tea table to help her wipe her tears, and took another to wipe himself.

At this moment, Meng Chu really felt that he had grown up and become a little man.

"You are watching TV here, Mommy will help grandma, okay?"

The little guy shook his head, his eyes full of persistence.

Meng Chu couldn't help but kneaded his little hand.

"Is it here today?"

"Ah."

"Who sent you here?"

Feng Nianjiao didn't have a car, so she would never take a taxi to pick her up.

"Grandma and the driver."

"What about him?"

"No."

The last question, the little guy shook his head.

The mother and son stayed for a long time, Feng Nianjiao came over to call for dinner, saw that both of them were red-eyed, and tried to persuade: "It's not a big deal, I'm happy to be back, why are you crying?"

Meng Chu winked, the little guy has gradually become sensible now, if he says something wrong, he will definitely take it to heart.

Feng Nianjiao didn't speak again, and asked the mother and son to wash their hands.

Here, Xie Guangkun has cooked the dumplings and is serving them in bowls, and they are carried into the restaurant one by one.

Meng Chu didn't mind his existence, and even Mu Yanzheng didn't care.

Feng Nianjiao has been single for half her life, and she needs someone to accompany her when she gets old.

Even though the person who did all the bad things came from Xie's family back then, it wasn't Xie Guangkun.

"Mom, we would have eaten outside if we had known."

Seeing the bowls of dumplings on the dining table, Meng Chu thought that the person who made the dumplings had a hard time.

"You just came back, so you're tired. It's not better to eat at home."

Feng Nianjiao disagreed with her, and asked Xie Guangkun to sit down as well.

"Hurry up and eat, don't let it get cold, it won't taste good."

The little guy sat next to Meng Chu, five or six of them were placed in a small bowl, and a bottle of yogurt was specially placed beside it.

"Aren't you going?"

After a few minutes of silence, Feng Nianjiao asked in front of the little guy.

He stopped eating suddenly, and tilted his head slightly towards Mengchu.

Meng Chu stared blankly at the table, expressionless on his plain and soft face, but full of entanglements in his heart.

How should she answer such a question in front of her son?

"I won't leave for the time being."

After a long while, in the quiet restaurant, there was obviously the sound of a long sigh of relief.

Everyone looked at the little guy, who was eating dumplings with great relish, and took a sip of yogurt from time to time.

The eyes of the three adults all stopped at him, and then moved away after a while.

Because of him, the restaurant is almost full of the sound of eating.

After the meal, during the one-hour lunch break, the little guy fell asleep with Meng Chu in his arms.

Meng Chu was very energetic and didn't feel sleepy at all.

Looking at the heat outside the window, she suddenly thought that on the cruise ship back, in order to refuse the woman's kindness, she even said that she would remarry her ex-husband.

Thinking of this, Meng Chu felt mixed emotions.

What is he doing now?Company or manga?
Gently taking away her son's hand, she lay her hands on her pillow and stared at a certain place in a daze.

It is said that a man can miss his first woman for a lifetime.

Is Mu Yanzheng like this now?

If the person he saw when he opened his eyes was himself, would the ending be different?

Meng Chu has thought about this more than once, but the past has become a regret after all, and cannot be pursued.

Until one day later, she met someone else who had the same problem as her, and finally, she let go.

In the evening, the heat gradually receded, and Meng Chu took his son to the mall.

The child grows up fast, and she hasn't spent the summer with him for two or three years, and his clothes are bought by others, and she needs to make up for the lost companionship of her mother.

"Cen Cen, does this look good?"

"Ah."

Meng Chu held a cool summer dress and fiddled with it a few times in front of him.

The little guy rarely showed a smile, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes seemed to be gentle with the years.

"Then we'll buy it?"

"It seems a little small."

Meng Chu asked for the consent of the person concerned, but his attention was on the size.

At this time, a salesperson came over and said with a smile, "Ma'am, this one has a large size, so what size does your son need to wear?"

Asking such a question stopped Meng Chu, she couldn't answer it verbally, and was going to see the size the little guy was wearing now, but unexpectedly, he said first, "150."

For a moment, the scene was a little awkward.

Meng Chu smiled dryly: "I'm busy with work, so I've been staying at grandma's house."

The salesperson smiled and went to help her find a standard size.

Meng Chu felt guilty and didn't dare to look at his son, so he pretended to look at other clothes.

But the little guy kept staring at her, and just as he was about to follow, a female voice sounded from behind: "Meng Chu."