Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Meng Chu chose not to answer this question, but Mu Cen still noticed something about her expression.

As smart as he is, guessing it's the old man who always has a kind face and gives what he wants, I'm afraid it won't work.

After coming out of the apartment where I lived, I immediately hailed the car and rushed to the pier.

On the way, Meng Chu asked Li Jing for leave, regardless of Mu Cen's presence, and directly said that an old man in the family had died.

Sitting beside Mu Cen, his little head drooped in frustration.

Meng Chu, who put away his mobile phone, realized that he was in a wrong mood, so he raised an arm to wrap him in his arms, patting him gently to comfort him.

When boarding the boat, I heard someone shouting from afar: "Meng Chu."

When Meng Chu turned his head, he saw a speedboat coming from a distance, and it arrived in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Chu Ci was dressed in a black casual suit, with a small number plate pinned to his right arm, which said guests.

When Mengchu saw it, his eyes were sour.

She lowered her eyebrows and helped her son step into the speedboat.

The driver turned around, but in the blink of an eye, the speedboat had already sailed into the middle of the sea.

The wind was strong up there, and Meng Chu was afraid that Mu Cen would be frozen, so the mother and son sat behind Chu Ci, using him as a shelter from the wind.

Along the way, no one spoke, even Chu Ci, who was always talkative, only cast a faint look in the face of Meng Chu's deliberate approach.

After an unknown period of time, the speedboat gradually slowed down, and the pier in the distance became clearer and clearer.

Meng Chu stood up and saw a black car parked on the shore of the pier at a glance.

When the speedboat docked, the man in the car got off and stood tall at the ferry, looking very charming.

Meng Chu's heart warmed up unconsciously.

Seeing him dressed in black and the word filial piety on his armband, his sadness was beyond words.

After getting off the speedboat, just as Meng Chu helped his son up, a big hand stretched out towards her.

Looking up, I saw Mu Yanzheng's stern face with gentle eyes.

The eyes of the two collided, and neither of them spoke.

Back in the car, it was still as quiet as ever.

Meng Chu sat in the back seat with his arms around Mu Cen, Mu Yanzheng drove, and the co-pilot sat in Chu Ci.

When he was about to arrive at the funeral parlor, Meng Chu asked Mu Yanzheng, "Do we need to go back and change clothes?"

Although she and Mu Cen both wore plain clothes, they were relatives after all, so they should be uniform in black.

"need."

Mu Yanzheng responded, glancing at the rearview mirror with his deep eyes.

The car was at the intersection ahead, and suddenly turned around and took another road.

Not long after, he stopped at the door of a clothes store.

Chu Ci didn't move, Mu Yanzheng got off the car with their mother and son, and entered the shop.

Meng Chu explained the situation to the salesperson, who led her into another dressing room, while Mu Cen stayed outside with Mu Yanzheng.

The weather at this time is just right for wearing a jacket.

Meng Chu changed all the outer outfits to black except that the underwear was his own.

When he came out, Mu Cen had already changed into a small black suit, and even his hair was carefully combed into a middle part.

Standing with Mu Yanzheng, their expressions and eyebrows became more and more similar.

"Let's go?"

Meng Chu was distracted and was reminded by Mu Yanzheng.

The family of three got into the car one after another. The co-pilot, Chu Ci, who was looking at his mobile phone, turned his head to take a special look at Meng Chu.

The car restarted and went straight to the funeral home.

Along the way, the car was still eerily quiet.

Depressed, Meng Chu opened the side window and found many luxury cars parked along the street.

As the distance to the funeral home got closer, more and more cars were parked outside.As a result, their car gradually slowed down.

"How about, Cen Cen and I get out of the car and walk over here?"

Seeing the traffic jam ahead, Meng Chu raised it suddenly.

Mu Yanzheng didn't respond, but honked the horn, "Didididi..."

Two traffic policemen ran out from nowhere and began to direct.

After a while, the traffic flow was smooth and their car passed smoothly.

As we walked forward, many journalists and media with shooting equipment appeared.Maybe it was because he saw Mu Yanzheng's car, and started to chase it all the way from the side alley.

Mu Yanzheng drove the car all the way to the entrance of the funeral home in the security zone, opened the door for Meng Chu's mother and son himself, and escorted them out of the car to enter the funeral home.

There were many people who came to express their condolences, and the luxury cars parked along the way could prove their identities.

Many people who were standing outside the funeral parlor couldn't help but take a second look when they saw Mu Yanzheng escorting Meng Chu's mother and son inside.

The condolence hall was even more crowded, and there were two rows of men in black uniforms with white armbands standing on both sides, all of them looked well-trained.

Meng Chu led his son and walked in calmly, all the way to the old man's coffin, and bowed deeply several times to the old man in the big black and white frame surrounded by wreaths two meters away.

Mother Mu, who was standing at the side and quietly wiped her tears, saw Meng Chu and her son, came over with red eyes, and signaled them to go to the next door.

The hall was not only almost full of dignified guests from Rongcheng who came to express their condolences, but also some more experienced media reporters.

"This is my own family."

Mother Mu brought them in, then turned around and went outside.

Meng Chu found an empty seat and sat down. When he looked up, he saw Mu Yanli sitting diagonally opposite him and a woman who looked a little embarrassed.

"Mommy, grandpa...I'll never see you again."

Mu Cen suddenly spoke in a low voice, and lowered his head and shed tears while talking.

Dou Da's tears fell on the table, instantly attracting the attention of the people around.

"Ah Chu, this kid is also sensible."

"Yeah, my great-grandfather usually loves him, but this doesn't..."

Meng Chu touched his son's head, smiling on the surface, but in his heart he felt very uncomfortable.

Near noon, the people who came to express their condolences changed one after another.

Looking at the meals brought by the staff, Meng Chu lost his appetite.

From her position, she could see the hall where the three daughters-in-law of the Mu family, Mu Yunting, his eldest brother, and Mu Yanzheng stood there, paying respects to the guests who came to express their condolences.

Thinking that Mu Yanli was resting with Mu's relatives, she couldn't help turning her head to look in the opposite direction again.

Noticing that Mu Yanli and the woman were missing, he was puzzled, his sight was blocked, and when he looked up, he saw Tan Ye with a smile on his face.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

On this occasion, he could laugh.

Meng Chu couldn't help but cast him a supercilious look, and turned his face away.

Tan Ye pulled up a chair and sat down opposite her and Mu Cen, just blocking the opposite angle between Meng Chu and Mu Yanli.

At this time, he led the woman back, and after sitting down, the woman deliberately looked towards Meng Chu, but saw a man's back.

"Why don't you eat?"

Tan Ye saw that everyone was eating, but Meng Chu didn't even look at the food in front of him.

Although it is light, it can still be eaten.

"Eat what you want, please be quiet for a while."

Meng Chu was a little annoyed and scolded loudly.

The voice is not loud, but it still attracts the attention of others.

Afraid of causing trouble for her, Tan Ye took away the meal in front of her with a smile, lowered his head and ate with relish.

Seeing his heartless appearance, Meng Chu asked in a low voice, "Who are you, old man?"