Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

The phone was hung up, and Mother Mu was pacing in the room,

Aunt Mu, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at her walking up and down, and put her hands on her forehead with some dizziness.

"Lan Ying, don't worry, you have to take your time. Ah Chu, I also know that she treats people gently, presumably because children can..."

Mother Mu stopped and interrupted what Aunt Mu hadn't finished speaking.

"This child is somewhat similar to Yan Zheng in some aspects."

With that said, she also sat down on the sofa.

At this time, the mobile phone on the coffee table in front of him flickered, and the word "son" appeared on the screen.

"Yan Zheng's phone..."

Mu Yanzheng had no idea that they came here.

Now that the day is about to end, he can call to prove that he already knows.

Mother Mu connected calmly, and then she heard Mu Yanzheng ask: "Mom, did the servant clean the study room? Why did the documents I put on the table disappear?"

"document?"

Mother Mu was still immersed in the joy of seeing her grandson, and was stunned by his sudden question.

"Yes, just two pages."

"No one should clean it. If you look for it carefully, maybe it's stuck somewhere. Is it..."

"Beep beep..."

Before giving her a chance to finish speaking, the other end hung up the phone.

Mother Mu thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Yan Zheng has gone home."

Aunt Mu also became nervous.

"Then we..."

"Don't panic."

Mother Mu stabilized her, and began to think again.

The two stayed in the hotel until the afternoon, and then left the hotel again.

Afraid of being discovered by Meng Chu, he deliberately hid among the green plants outside the hotel and quietly looked into the distance.

But after seeing a man appearing, Aunt Mu couldn't hold back anymore.

"Who is this man? Why is it him at noon and this afternoon?"

Mother Mu was also anxious, "Yes."

She should have asked her grandson at noon, but she was so excited that she forgot everything.

"Lan Ying, what should we do? Shall we go forward and stop him?"

"Don't worry."

Aunt Mu leaned out her whole body, and was held back by Mu Mu: "Looking at this man's appearance, Ah Chuding also doesn't like it, maybe we are thinking too much."

The two hesitated, and Johnson drove Mu Cen past in his car, and then galloped away.

"How to do?"

Aunt Mu was the first to jump out, looking at the figure that was drifting away, feeling a little regretful.

Mother Mu was stunned and lost her attention for a moment.

At this time, Mu Cen, who was sitting in the back seat of the battery car, rarely took the initiative to ask, "Why didn't my mommy come to pick me up?"

"busy."

Johnson & Johnson is cold, there is only one word.

The little guy curled his lips and said nothing.

When I returned to the tailor shop, I saw that there were quite a few people in it.

Putting the schoolbag on his shoulders, he strode into the store with big strides.

Meng Chu was discussing clothes with the guests, so he didn't bother him, quietly came to the window and sat at the table.

Johnson put the battery car away, came in and saw his well-behaved appearance, a softness flashed quietly on his face.

"Miss Meng, is this your child?"

The female customer spotted Mu Cen from the corner of her eye and asked with a smile.

Mengchu heard you, subconsciously glanced at Johnson, and immediately explained: "No, it's my son."

"It's so cute and milky."

Several customers touched the little guy's head before leaving.

When Mengchu saw it, he pursed his lips and smiled, but at the same time worried that his son would not like it.

After the people left, the shop fell silent.

She sat down beside him, "Is there something on your mind?"

Mu Cen was doing his homework, so he didn't hear her question clearly.

When he turned his head, Meng Chu's cell phone rang.

He looked at Johnson sitting in front of the sewing machine again, and the other party immediately turned his head and stepped on the sewing machine, pretending to be working seriously.

Ignoring him, Mu Cen opened his schoolbag, looked at the can of fresh milk lying inside, and thought of what grandma said at noon: Don't let your mother know.

Looking back on his time at Mu's house, grandma's love is also nostalgic.

"What are you doing?"

While in a daze, someone touched his arm.

Mu Cen came back to his senses, and immediately grabbed a pen and buried himself in writing.

Meng Chu stood beside him, still staring at the phone.

Going back at night, Mu Cen put the yogurt under the bed, hoping to meet his grandma at school the next day.

"Cen Cen, are you asleep?"

After Mengchu washed up, when he came in, he saw a big lump bulging in the quilt on the bed.

However, her inquiry was not answered.

Meng Chu put on face cream, went to bed and sat down under the quilt. Seeing that his son was really asleep, he turned off the light.

In the dark night, the little guy turned sideways, his dark eyes rolled around.

**
Early in the morning, Meng Chu woke up and found that the little guy was no longer on the bed.

Hearing the faint sound of running water, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom, only to see the little guy brushing his teeth on a stool.

"Why are you so early today?"

Meng Chu stood at the door, yawning.

The little guy turned his head to look at her, but didn't say anything.

Meng Chu went to make breakfast, and when he came out, he had already changed his clothes and even packed his schoolbag.

"Mommy, you sent me to the intersection today, and I will walk back to school by myself."

"why?"

"Because... because I'm a big kid."

"OK~"

Seeing his serious appearance, Meng Chu drew a long tone and smiled softly.

On the way out, he insisted on standing in front, not knowing what he was looking at.

Meng Chu thought he was curious and didn't think much about it.

When turning another street, she put him on the side of the road, intending to watch him enter the school gate, but who knows, the child insisted on watching her go before he left.

Meng Chu couldn't resist, so he could only turn the car around and go back to the tailor shop.

At ten o'clock, she was finishing a high-end suit when she suddenly received a call from the head teacher.

"Mom Mu Cen, what's wrong with student Mu Cen? You need to say hello to the teacher in advance if you ask for leave."

"……he……"

Meng Chu didn't react for a while, so he deliberately asked again with his mobile phone.

"Ms. Li, what do you say about my son..."

"Mu Cen didn't come to class."

There was obviously some impatience on the other end.

"How come, I'm in the morning..." She sent it over in the morning.

Thinking of that situation, Meng Chu subconsciously thought of the kidnapping before.

"He...he's not at home either."

Sudden dizziness caused Meng Chu to hang up the phone in a hurry and forcefully supported the table to stand still.

The next second, without waiting for Johnson to ask, she snatched the key from the table and ran out in a hurry.

Along the way, Meng Chu did not miss every corner until he reached the school.

When she was about to ask the guards, she saw Teacher Li coming from afar.

"Mum Cen, your son..."

"Ms. Li, I personally sent him here this morning."

As Meng Chu spoke, his voice became hardened.

Seeing this, the teacher immediately comforted him: "Don't worry, maybe Mu Cen is playful."

She hurriedly asked the guard to retrieve the surveillance video from the morning, and saw Mu Cen lingering at the school gate for a while, then went across the road.

"Ms. Li, the monitoring is only in this area, and you can't see it any further."

"Let's go to the store opposite."

The teacher was very sensible and immediately took Mengchu across the road.