Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"I'll go see him."

After a while, Mu Yanzheng responded.

The car stopped outside Wen's villa, the man got out of the car, and Mu Yanzheng drove away.

Although it was a brief encounter with each other, Mu Yanzheng's heart fluctuated a lot.

When he was young, his father sent him to Qin Musheng's place, where he received a devilish education.

Now that I think about it, I am a little confused about my father's intentions back then.

Qin Musheng is an American, but he looks like a yellow-skinned Chinese.He lived overseas all year round, raised batch after batch of thugs, and his occupation has always been mysterious.

Back then, when he returned to the country, Qin Musheng was very reluctant to let him go, and finally let him go.

Ever since his father passed away, he never took the initiative to contact Qin Musheng again, only when he approached Meng Chu last year...

Mu Yanzheng drove back to Milai and found the Celebrity Club that Mengchu had mentioned on the phone.

He parked the car on the side of the road and lit a cigarette.

Not far ahead is a red turret house, which is connected to the road outside and many luxury cars are parked.Occasionally, there are cars that have just arrived, and many beautiful and expensive dresses, delicate and sexy girls come down from it.

Mu Yanzheng glanced at the women coldly, and lowered the car windows to let the smoke disperse.

Meng Chu is a designer, she should be willing to hang out with these people.

Thinking of this, Mu Yanzheng took another puff of cigarette, and the gray-white smoke brushed over his stern cheeks, adding a touch of seductive aura.

Meng Chu's number came in at this time.

After buzzing for only two seconds, Mu Yanzheng stubbed out the cigarette butt and connected it immediately.Looking up, I saw a familiar figure not far in front of me.

Mu Yanzheng didn't have time to speak, so he opened the door and got out of the car.

"Chu."

He waved at Meng Chu, then cut off the signal.

Meng Chu walked over quickly, his eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as water.

"Why did you come here?"

Without stopping outside, she got into the co-pilot.

Without further ado, Mu Yanzheng held her face and kissed her again and again.

The two rubbed each other's ears for a while, and finally separated panting.

"You said you came for a few days, and you have been here for almost a month."

"No, it's an exaggeration."

Meng Chu glared at him and straightened his loose hair.

"How did you meet someone from the Wen family? Miss Wen is the most difficult among the ladies."

"Introduced by Smith."

"You're not his subordinate, so he just accepted everything he introduced you to?"

"It's about making money, it's nothing."

……

Not far ahead, inside a gray McLaren, a pair of eagle-like eyes stared straight at it.

Mu Yanzheng, who was always vigilant, was indulging in the happiness of seeing Meng Chu at this moment, and didn't notice anything unusual at all.

"No, the banquet is not over yet."

"Those have nothing to do with you, and you are not her servant, so there is no need to follow her all day."

"But her gown was designed by me."

"Achu, you are my woman, you should stay by my side. The work should not affect the normal life of our husband and wife."

Mu Yanzheng was a little agitated, Meng Chu turned to look at his side face, and had nothing to say for a moment.

There was a little silence in the cramped compartment.

Mu Yanzheng started the car, and Meng Chuyi grabbed his hand supporting the steering wheel.

"I still have a job, I promise..."

"Smith said, you have become Wen Ya's exclusive designer."

Before Meng Chu could finish his begging, Mu Yanzheng turned his face slightly, expressionless.

Meng Chu was stunned for a moment, retracted his hand, straightened his body, and said angrily: "Mu Yanzheng, this seems to be my freedom. Although we remarried, you can't forcefully interfere in what I do."

Mu Yanzheng was so angry, his deep eyes darkened, and he retorted coldly: "You still know that you are remarried, you are my wife, and you are often away from home, but you have taken my feelings into consideration."

Meng Chu turned his head and looked at him through his fine hair.

"I don't want to argue with you, I have something else to do."

After speaking, people have to get out of the car.

Mu Yanzheng pulled him back, and instantly lost the toughness he had just had.

"Ah Chu..."

Meng Chu's hand to open the door stopped, and he raised his eyes to see a gray car not far away.

She let go of the handle and sat down securely.

"Let's go."

Mu Yanzheng was a little surprised by her sudden change, but he still drove around.

"Go back home tomorrow."

On the way, seeing that Meng Chu had been very quiet, Mu Yanzheng reminded him.

Meng Chu, the co-pilot, stared straight ahead in a daze.

The reason why she suddenly agreed to leave was because she saw Tang Jinglan's car.

During the few days she stayed at Wen Ya's place, Tang Jinglan often passed by, and the car she drove was the gray McLaren just now.

The hand on the lap was suddenly held by Mu Yanzheng, but Meng Chu didn't dodge, and grabbed his hand instead.

This move warmed someone's heart.

The car finally stopped in front of a certain hotel in Milai. After Meng Chu got out of the car, Mu Yanzheng drove away.

He wants to go back to the branch office where he is, and she will stay in the hotel and wait for him.

What neither of them knew was that after the car left, the gray McLaren also quietly followed.

Meng Chu got out of the car, and the car stopped on the side of the road not far away.

"Seventh brother, do you want to follow?"

"No, just turn around and go back."

The driver asked Tang Jinglan for advice, but he stopped him.

When Mengchu returned to the hotel, he was just about to pour a glass of water when a Wenya call came in.

She hesitated for a few seconds, but still connected.

"Miss Wen..."

"Meng Design, what's the matter with you."

The gentle and aggressive voice immediately suppressed what Meng Chu was about to say.

Meng Chu was helpless, and a sense of grievance welled up in his heart, which was extremely sour.

"The dress has been completed. We haven't signed any substantive agreement. At the beginning, we said exclusive design, but we also knew verbally. Ms. Wen, I'm a designer. I can't serve you all day, can I?"

"Mengchu, you are breaking our agreement."

"No, Miss Wen can't be so domineering. In this case, our cooperation ends here. "

Hanging up the phone decisively, Meng Chu was so angry that he didn't call anywhere.

Now she really almost became the target of that woman Wen Ya. Now that she thinks about what Mu Yanzheng said, she is absolutely right.

In order to calm down, Meng Chu drank three glasses of water.

Little did they know, because of this incident, she would be completely hated by others.

At this time, a certain lounge of the Celebrity Club.

Tang Jinglan was walking outside when he heard the frequent crackling of things being smashed inside.

"Meng Chu, how dare you reject me!"

Stepping in, Tang Jinglan raised his hand to catch the flying object.

Wen Ya, who was getting angry, seemed to be coming, snorted coldly, and sat on the sofa.

And on the ground next to her feet, lay a pile of innocent ornaments that were chopped up by her.

"Miss Wen, this is not your home. If you do this, you will have to pay for it."

Tang Jinglan was not used to her either, he put the lid of a ceramic teacup that he caught with his bare hands back on the table, and looked down at her coldly.

Wen Ya slowly turned her head, a ferocious look appeared on her bright face.

"What right do you have to control me?"

After saying that, she raised her lips and smiled, and just about to stand up, her slender neck was grabbed by someone.