Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"Go straight up, I want to answer the phone."

Meng Chu's tone softened, and he didn't let him see the caller ID on the phone.

Mu Yanzheng thought it was a call from home, so he got out of the car and entered the building without thinking too much.

Meng Chu also got out of the car and connected the phone outside.

"Are you still in the back street?"

"No."

The night on the beach is as cold as the morning.

She tightened her coat, shrunk her neck, and looked at the building in front of her.

"Where is that? I still want to take you to eat. After all, it's the first time I come here. In a coastal city, there should be more seafood."

"I...Mu Yanzheng is here, I'm with him."

"That's just right, I haven't had dinner alone with him yet."

"Huh? That's not good?"

Thinking of Mu Yanzheng's face turning black when he heard Cheng Feng's name, Meng Chu was a little timid.

She didn't want to cause trouble for herself, and she didn't want to embarrass Cheng Feng, and she didn't want Mu Yanzheng to get sick in anger.

"It's pretty good. It's rare to get all together, and it's a wonderful small town. Although this season is not suitable for sitting and eating by the sea, there should still be a leisurely place."

"I've been here for a while, but I'm really not very familiar with it."

"It's okay, I'll inquire."

……

After the two agreed, Meng Chu put down his phone and called Mu Yanzheng again.

Coincidentally, he came down at this time.

The two returned to the car, but they didn't plan to drive away. Instead, they stopped on the parking lot next to them.

Seeing that he was about to get off the car, Meng Chu hurriedly said, "Well, Cheng Feng called and said that we want to eat seafood together."

Mu Yanzheng's hand that was about to push the car door stopped suddenly.

He turned his head and looked at Meng Chu with a complex look in his eyes.

Meng Chu immediately explained: "Don't get me wrong, it's actually nothing, he just said he didn't have dinner with you, so..."

"Let's go."

Before Mengchu could finish speaking, he sat back in the cab and started the engine at the same time.

Meng Chu put away his surprise, and quickly sent a text message to Cheng Feng.

Not long after, I followed the route to an open-air restaurant by the sea.

Mu Yanzheng got out of the car and looked at the surrounding environment, and frowned slightly, showing his disgust.

Meng Chu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took the initiative to hold his arm.

"President, I am sorry that you have to accompany me to dine in such a down-to-earth place."

Someone raised his eyebrows, full of indifference, "That's okay, you have to come to coastal cities to taste seafood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Chu waved in one direction.

I saw not only Cheng Feng sitting on the beach not far away, but also a man wearing glasses.

As they got closer, Cheng Feng stood up and introduced: "Xing Fan, you should know him, right?"

Mu Yanzheng nodded, Meng Chu just smiled.

Even if Mu Yanzheng didn't know the doctor of Rongcheng University Hospital, the other party knew him to some extent.

The two sides sat down, and Cheng Feng's eyes fell on Meng Chu.

"You can order whatever you want."

Just as Meng Chu was about to stand up and look for the menu, unexpectedly, Mu Yanzheng grabbed the corner of his clothes and almost squeezed out three words between his teeth: "I'll go and order."

After speaking, the man took her to find the boss together.

"One oyster, one of these shrimps, and two of this fish."

Meng Chu didn't look at the name, but only clicked on the picture.

Although Mu Yanzheng didn't like these things, but seeing Meng Chu's ordering so casually, he deliberately didn't order her and ordered them all.

Seeing that he was a bit generous, the boss hurriedly recommended: "We have some seafood that we just salvaged from the sea today, why don't we give you some more?"

"can."

"and many more."

Mu Yanzheng readily agreed, but Meng Chu stopped him in time.

"What kind of seafood, we have ordered so much, and Cheng Feng has also ordered a lot, we can't finish it later."

Meng Chu pulled him to the side and muttered softly.

Naturally, Mu Yanzheng didn't care. If he couldn't finish eating, he could call Chu Ci. When he came, there would be a group of people.

"Girl, don't get me wrong. Seafood is not some invisible seafood, but some fresh, relatively expensive and rare fish."

Seeing that the two had been discussing, the fat male boss thought they were worried about causing trouble.

Mu Yanzheng held Meng Chu's hand, turned around and said to the boss, "It's okay, serve the dishes as we just did."

"Eh, good."

The boss was very happy, and went to the kitchen to inform.

Meng Chu immediately frowned, and angrily shook off Mu Yanzheng's hand.

He smiled and immediately went after her.

After the two of them sat down, Cheng Feng noticed something strange, and asked Mengchu, "How much did you order? We already ordered a lot."

"ask him."

Meng Chu didn't want to talk.

The wind by the sea is not strong, but slightly cool.

Many people come to eat seafood, most of them are from other places.

As the time goes later, the more people there are.

When the dishes came, a large table was filled.

Cheng Feng and Xing Fan looked at each other, then at Meng Chu, and finally at Mu Yanzheng.

"What did you order?"

"Can't the three big men finish?"

Mu Yanzheng wanted to take this opportunity to overwhelm Cheng Feng, but unfortunately the other party didn't bother.

"Of course you can finish it, but you have to eat it in moderation."

Xing Fan was shot innocently, so he could only keep silent. After seeing Mu Yanzheng, he turned his head and asked Cheng Feng in a low voice, "Do you want to drink?"

"Have a drink."

After Cheng Feng finished speaking, he looked at Mu Yanzheng.

Naturally, he was not to be outdone, "I have alcohol in the car."

After the words fell, he got up to get the wine and ignored Meng Chu.

Meng Chu had already seen through his sudden desire to win, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it, so he put on disposable gloves and started pulling crabs.

"This crab is small, but I don't know how the meat is?"

Cheng Feng watched and put on his gloves.

Meng Chu took a bite of the crab roe inside and nodded.

Mu Yanzheng came over with a bag of foreign wine in his hand.

Xing Fan watched and opened his mouth in shock.

This is not drinking, this is playing your life.

He moved the chair back silently, and said to Cheng Feng, "I have surgery tomorrow, so I guess it won't work."

Cheng Feng was disdainful, but he didn't react when he saw the foreign wine.

Mu Yanzheng put the wine on the table, and asked the boss for a glass.

"Where did you get so much wine?"

Meng Chu didn't care about eating crabs either, so he glanced at the wine bottle and looked up.

With a calm face, Mu Yanzheng opened three bottles in a row.

"Put Chu Ci in the trunk for backup."

"Then what if you're drunk..."

"You drive."

Meng Chu was speechless and gave him a blank look.

Mu Yanzheng could no longer take care of her emotions at this moment, and his whole mind was on Cheng Feng's side.

He handed the opened wine bottle to Cheng Feng and Xing Fan respectively, before sitting down, Xing Fan silently pushed the bottle of wine to Cheng Feng.

In someone's eyes, this is even more proud.

Today, if he doesn't get Cheng Feng drunk, then I'm really sorry for his surname Mu.

"Since there are seafood and wine, why don't you call Chuci and ask him to come?"

Meng Chu couldn't understand his posture and asked aloud.

Mu Yanzheng ignored it and poured himself a glass of wine.

Cheng Feng's eyes, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, stayed at Meng Chu's place for a moment, then turned to Mu Yanzheng.

"I'm fine tomorrow. It doesn't matter if I'm drunk or not. But Mr. Mu seems to be..."

What he said was very cryptic, and he seemed to be reminding something.

But Mu Yanzheng had already got a bit of a brain, and he didn't care about the consequences at all. With a wave of his hand, he raised his wine glass and signaled to him: "If you don't get drunk, you won't go home."

Meng Chu supported his forehead with a helpless expression on his face.

This is not drunk, mentally drunk.