Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Under Kong Shu's guidance, Meng Chu didn't think about it any more. He took a sip and found that the taste was not bad.

The two clinked glasses solemnly, and watched Kong Shu get bored once, hesitated for a while, and raised his head to drink it all.

Not far away, Mu Yanzheng watched with a sullen face, while Chu Ci standing beside him observed his expression from time to time.

"Don't worry, the night is definitely yours."

Putting his hand on Mu Yanzheng's shoulder, he avoided it in disgust.

Sure enough, after Meng Chu drank a glass of white wine, his cheeks became hot and his head became dizzy.

"Kong Shu, I can't do it anymore."

"Mengchu, I'm flying to Milai tomorrow, and we don't know when we will see each other again."

Kong Shu poured red wine this time, and when she handed it over, her mind was full of Chu Ci's advice: As long as you pour Meng Chu down today, I, Chu Ci, will be your friend.In China, there is even Mu Yanzheng covering her.

"No, no, I really can't drink."

Meng Chu waved his hands again and again, his vision was a little blurred, and his whole head felt dizzy and dizzy.

Staggering back and about to fall, a strong arm caught her.

Meng Chu felt that someone was pulling him into his arms, and when he tried to struggle, he found that he had no strength left.It wasn't until she smelled a familiar smell of tobacco that she shook her head and rubbed her eyes, only then did she see clearly that the man in front of her looked a bit like Mu Yanzheng.

"Why do you look so much like him?"

"I am."

At this moment, the two had already boarded the car back to the hotel.

Meng Chu leaned against Mu Yanzheng's arms, and looked at the man's handsome face clearly through the light refracted through the car window.

"You are him, no, you are not him."

"Ah Chu..."

Mu Yanzheng had a sullen face, he didn't expect that Chu Ci's self-assessed attention would be like this.

"Is Cen Cen at home? I'll send you back."

Halfway, Meng Chuding felt worried when he thought of his son being alone at home.

After telling the driver to turn around, Meng Chu suddenly sat up in his arms, and the next second, holding his face, he kissed his lips proactively.

Mu Yanzheng was surprised.

In the darkness, he raised the corners of his mouth, wrapped his arms around her waist, and let her sit on his lap.

Seeing this, the driver in front didn't ask any questions, just circled the car silently and went back to the hotel.

"Mr. Mu, we're here."

The ambiguous atmosphere in the car was suddenly broken, Mu Yanzheng opened his eyes, and leaned towards the hotel outside.

"Ah Chu, let's go upstairs."

"Hmm~"

With a cry, Mu Yanzheng suddenly felt hot all over, and his lips were still stained with the faint scent of wine left by her.

He got him off the car, told the driver, and went upstairs to the hotel.

In the elevator, Meng Chu put his arms around his neck, buried his whole face in the socket of his neck, his weak and even breath tickled his skin, but it was more like being scratched by a cat, it was unbearably soothed.

I couldn't wait to get back to the room, and without turning on the light, I pushed the person against the wall and asked for it as much as I wanted.

Meng Chu drinks very little, but after a little rest, he will gradually sober up.

But this time, I don't know if it's because of the liquor or something else.

She was clearly clear-headed, but her heart couldn't help persuading her that she was drunk, and now she was brought back by Mu Yanzheng. He was her ex-husband and the father of her child.

Even if the two have a relationship, it is not illegal.

"Mu Yanzheng, I..."

"Do not talk."

His kiss was so hot that Meng Chu felt as if he was going to catch fire.

While feeling his strength, he kept fumbling for the light switch along the wall with his hands.

Until, the moment the light came on, Meng Chu pushed away the man who was pushing against him.

"Mu Yanzheng, what are you doing!"

After yelling this sentence, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Mu Yanzheng looked at her so sad, self-blame and guilt instantly filled his heart.

"Ah Chu, I just..."

He just held it in for too long.

"Are you full of unhealthy thoughts? If so, you can find your ex-girlfriend. She can satisfy you with anything."

At this time, Meng Chu was obviously sober, and as soon as he finished speaking, he raised his foot and was about to open the door and leave.

After entering here, it is not so easy to leave.

Before her hand touched the handle, Mu Yanzheng locked it first, grabbed her by the wrist, and led her into the living room.

"There is no ex-girlfriend. All these years, I have only you here."

Under the big glazed lamp, Mu Yanzheng clasped Meng Chu's shoulders, solemnly pointing to the position of the left atrium, with indescribable sincerity in his eyes.

"Do you think I still have amnesia?"

Meng Chu didn't believe it, and suddenly let out a smile, sad and mocking.

Although Mu Yanzheng was heartbroken, he did not intend to give up.

If we don't reconcile tonight, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult in the future.

Today is an opportunity.

"I know you have recovered your memory. Not long after you came to the beach, I followed you. I followed and monitored carefully, lest you run away again. It took a total of 52 days."

Meng Chu felt a little shocked in his heart.

The tears about to shed hang in the eye sockets, and they can't be taken back and can't go down.

Mu Yanzheng looked distressed, and raised his hand to wipe it off for her, but Meng Chu dodged it, wiped it off by himself, and even said angrily, "No need."

"There are too many misunderstandings between us. For the sake of the child and yourself, are you really going to never choose to forgive me?"

Meng Chu turned his head, stared at him, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "You also know the misunderstanding? Who caused it?"

"I know, you must say I'm a scumbag."

Mu Yanzheng slowly raised his hands, making a gesture of surrender.

Meng Chu didn't expect that he could do this. While angry, he was obviously shocked.

As a result, he accidentally exposed the most innocent side of his heart.

Someone found out and couldn't help being secretly happy.

"Achu, now that you have recovered your memory, I will confess to you. In the past, that is, four years ago, when we divorced, I really planned to get back together with Xie Rou. But in getting along, I found that she always I saw your shadow. Later, I saw her less, and even completely locked the wedding room where we lived for three years."

As he spoke, his hands were still raised.

Meng Chu didn't want to just let him go, so he sniffed, raised his arms, and turned his face to the side, too lazy to look at him.

"Whether you believe it or not..."

Mu Yanzheng slowly put down his hand, held her arm, and said seriously and solemnly: "Three years, I have adapted to you invisibly. Later, when you brought Cen Cen back to China, I was actually the first I had a chance to find you, but I flinched."

Speaking of this, he let go of Meng Chu again, and slowly turned sideways to look at the night scene outside the window.

"Everyone says that Mu Yanzheng is strategizing and decisive in the mall, but who knows that feelings for me are just the opposite. Timid, cowardly..."

"Should I trust you?"

Facing his back, Meng Chu suddenly asked such a sentence, and he was already entangled in his heart.

They have known each other for more than ten years, not a year or two, but she still can't see through this man.

It was he who hurt her again and again, but he never explained it to her.

In the relationship between the two, only she has been waiting silently, but in the end she got nothing.

"I can understand that a man can remember his first girl for a lifetime. However, I want you to correct this sentence."

Mu Yanzheng turned around slowly, "What do you mean?"