Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Meng Chu casually hung up the phone and opened the door to let Mu Yanzheng in.

He deliberately changed into a brand new high-end suit, with a white shirt inside, his hair combed back meticulously, his handsome eyebrows and cold eyes, with a faint smile.

Meng Chu just glanced casually, then went straight upstairs.

Mu Yanzheng glanced in the direction of the restaurant subconsciously, and followed her up the steps.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

In the bedroom, Meng Chu was changing clothes, and Mu Yanzheng handed her the tie that was ready to be tied in front of her, and looked at her with domineering and ambiguous eyes.

"I didn't sleep well last night."

Meng Chu answered it as a matter of course, looked at the tie, and took it away directly.

This time, she wants to firmly grasp the marriage, and Xie Rou can only be a third party.

Standing on tiptoe, gently looped the tie around Mu Yanzheng's bent neck, and buttoned it gently and skillfully.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to leave, Mu Yanzheng grabbed his wrist, and his whole body crashed into his chest, and he was hugged tightly.

"Suddenly I was a little scared."

He stroked her hair, muttering to himself.

Meng Chu was confused, looked up at his perfect jaw, and questioned, "What are you afraid of?"

At the same time, she was ready to respond.

Could it be that he knew that Xie Rou was back.

"Afraid of you..."

Mu Yanzheng sighed heavily, and pushed her head back again.

Meng Chu's cheek was pressed against his chest, and in just a second, she left his body. Before the blushing of happiness dissipated, she said, "I have something to do later, so hurry up if you want to change your certificate."

After speaking, she went to get her bag, and by the way, she put on a less bright lipstick in front of the mirror.

Mu Yanzheng kept staring at her swollen upper and lower eyelids, feeling a little worried.

"You are like this..."

"Why, afraid of affecting your image?"

Before going out, Meng Chu didn't show good face.

Mu Yanzheng just pursed his lips and smiled, not daring to speak.

Downstairs, Feng Nianjiao was nowhere to be seen, but Mu Cen was standing by the coffee table in the living room. When he heard footsteps coming downstairs, he turned his head to look.

Seeing that Mu Yanzheng was still following behind Mengchu, he approached her, hesitant to speak.

"Waiting for Mommy at home, come back and bring you delicious food."

Touching his son's black and soft hair, he spoke softly.

The little guy hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Watching the two adults go out, he glanced at the restaurant, turned around and walked upstairs.

Enter the room, close the door, and turn on the computer.

The page turned from black to bright, and a string of codes flashed quickly.

Mu Cen pointed to one of the keyboards, a blank space popped up, quickly entered a line of numbers, and then a chat box popped up:

[You are actually online. 】

Seeing the news, Mu Cen was not surprised at all, and calmly replied:

【Where are you?I'm back to Rongcheng. 】

After a few minutes of no reply, he typed a few more words:
[Grandma and Mommy had a fight, how can I make them reconcile? 】

……

[I'm not in Rongcheng right now, little Hutao, it's best for children not to interfere with adults' affairs.Your family is different from ordinary families, especially your father. 】

[I haven't admitted that he is my father, so the old cat...]

After typing this sentence, he thought for a while, and then pressed the delete key.

After a while, he didn't reply, but turned off the computer.

When they went downstairs, Feng Nianjiao was still nowhere to be seen.

He groped to the sofa, picked up the landline phone, and dialed a number.

As soon as he finished speaking and hung up, he heard the door opening outside.

When he got up, he saw Feng Nianjiao coming in from the outside with a small shovel in his hand.

"grandmother……"

He gave a soft cry.

Feng Nianjiao looked at him, her eyes were red, and her face was expressionless.

In just a few seconds, she walked towards the storage room, ignoring Mu Cen.

He stood there, watching the storage room door open and close, feeling very uncomfortable.

Here, Meng Chu and Mu Yanzheng were facing a traffic jam on their way to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Meng Chu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, had already received more than one text message from Cheng Feng.

"Everything must be put aside now, and we must not delay our business."

Mu Yanzheng supported the steering wheel with his hands, looked ahead, and muttered.

Meng Chu turned off the phone, glanced at him sideways, and turned to the blocked road ahead.

Her hand suddenly became hot, and she let Mu Yanzheng hold it.

Neither of them spoke, but both were thinking about the same thing.

After being stuck in the traffic jam for about half an hour, the car started, but it was not heading in the direction of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Meng Chu turned his head, a little puzzled.

Mu Yanzheng squeezed her palm, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and finally stopped outside a beauty salon.

Seeing a certain beauty salon through the glass window, Meng Chu instantly understood what he meant.

Before he could react, Mu Yanzheng got out of the car and walked around to the co-pilot's door, pulling it open.

Meng Chu looked at him and frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

"You want to take a photo, are you sure you want to go like this?"

Mu Yanzheng raised his eyebrows, his tone full of indescribable indulgence.

Subconsciously, Meng Chu raised his hand to touch his eyes, glanced at the beauty salon, and lingered out of the car.

"Reduce swelling."

Entering a certain room of the beauty salon, Mu Yanzheng explained to the beautician.

Meng Chu was sitting on a chair, holding a mirror to look left and right.

Although it doesn't look as serious as when I got up early, it still affects my appearance.If you go to take pictures, it's really too...

"Mrs. Mu, please come with me."

The beautician came over and called Meng Chu away, while Mu Yanzheng waited in the rest area.

Meng Chu lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and felt the cool thing the beautician applied to her eyelids and eyelids.

"Which beauty salon did Madam get her face done?"

"my home."

Meng Chu didn't hesitate, and the other party laughed immediately, and did not forget to praise: "Madam's skin is so good."

"..."

Meng Chu didn't like being flattered, and he was too lazy to answer such words.

But a man like Mu Yanzheng is familiar with places like beauty parlors where women often come and go, which inevitably makes her a little suspicious.

"Do you have many members here?"

"Many. If Ma'am is interested, I can recommend to you a few body care products from our beauty salon."

Meng Chu ignored her words and asked again, "Are there many men?"

"There are men too, but very few."

Speaking of this, the woman visibly laughed.

Meng Chu then asked, "Then my husband also comes here often?"

"..."

The woman fell silent.

Meng Chu slowly opened her eyes, which were covered with something, preventing her from opening them wide.But he still looked at the woman standing aside with her head bowed.

"Is there something unspeakable?"

Now, she has become a woman who monitors her husband's whereabouts.

"Madam, to be honest, Mr. Mu hasn't been here for a long time."

For a long time, the woman was embarrassed to tell the truth.

Mengchu immediately thought of Xie Rou.

She is a star, and this beauty salon is upscale. During that time, she was so close to Mu Yanzheng, and he accompanied her here, so it was obvious that everything was right.

Thinking of this, Meng Chu felt upset.

She sat up, brushed off the things applied to her eyes, and walked out of the room quickly.

"lady……"

The woman shouted from behind, but she still didn't stop.