Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Mu Yanzheng sent Meng Chu home and never returned to the company.

When Chen An came here to deliver the documents, Meng Chu asked suspiciously, "Is Mu Yanzheng okay recently?"

When she was in hospital, he moved his work to the hospital, and now that she is well, he moved his work back home.

I don't know, I thought he was watching the prisoners.

"No, Mr. Mu said that working in a new home is better than working in a company. It's clean."

"Clean?"

At the stairway, Meng Chu scanned the new house and was even more puzzled.

Afraid of being asked another question, Chen An hurried upstairs, entered the study and never came out again.

Meng Chu was walking back and forth downstairs, suddenly not knowing what to do.

The afternoon sun is refracted through the glass, spreading warmth all over the place.

Mrs. Yu and the other servants were taking a nap. Meng Chu wanted to watch TV for a while, but was afraid of disturbing them, so he gave up and went upstairs.

When passing by the study, one could faintly hear voices speaking inside.

She didn't stay long, and went back to the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, after waking up from this sleep, it was completely dark outside.

The eyelids are heavy, and the whole body is a little tired.

Wanting to get out of bed, she found that she was extremely sleepy. She turned to her side and closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.

At this moment, Mu Yanzheng, who was in the study, put down his work, glanced at the time on his watch, and left the study.

Downstairs, there was the sound of Little Lemon laughing, melodious and clear.

Thinking that Meng Chu was here, he went downstairs directly.

Seeing the people playing in the living room, besides Mu Cen and Little Lemon, there was also a fat little boy.

It was he who made Little Lemon laugh out loud, while his own child stayed silent and played puzzles on the coffee table.

"What about Ah Chu?"

Just when a servant came over, Mu Yanzheng looked away and asked casually.

The servant hesitated and looked upstairs.

"Ma'am didn't come downstairs."

Mu Yanzheng frowned, and turned to glance upstairs.

After a moment of daze, he ran up in two or three steps.

In the bedroom, because the lights were not turned on, it looked extremely dim, but a person could be vaguely seen lying on the bed.

After a few steps, he turned on the dark light by the bed.

Meng Chu lay on his side, sleeping peacefully.

Suddenly, Mu Yanzheng didn't want to wake her up.

Drowsiness in early pregnancy, he checked it on the Internet.

"Dong dong!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Mu Yanzheng was startled, looked at Meng Chu, and hurried to the door to open it.

Mother Mu was standing outside, seeing him, she asked in a low voice, "Where is Ah Chu, it's time to eat."

Mu Yanzheng made a silent gesture, then closed the door and went out.

"Asleep, I don't think I'll wake up for a while."

"If you don't eat now, it will be midnight."

Mother Mu didn't have the duty to complain, instead she seemed to spoil her daughter.

The two walked down the stairs step by step.

In the restaurant, three children sat in a row, and the servants brought the food to the table.

Little Lemon insisted on being next to Mu Cen, the little guy looked cold and didn't respond, but the little fat man was a little unhappy and insisted on Little Lemon being next to him.

Mother Mu looked at the noisy children and showed a doting smile.

Mu Yanzheng, who didn't pay much attention to children before, stared at the arrogant little lemon with a pair of deep eyes, and his eating movements slowed down.

"Grandma, where is Auntie? Why don't you see Auntie for dinner?"

Little Lemon, who had been here all afternoon, finally remembered her favorite Aunt Mengchu.

Mu Cen glanced at her coldly, "That's my mommy, my mommy is working."

"You have to eat when you work."

Little Lemon stared at him for a while, and said seriously.

At this time, the little fat man also interjected: "Su Ning, hurry up and eat, I have to go to my house later."

"I don't want to go to your house. I won't leave today. I want to sleep with my aunt."

Little Lemon turned her head and raised her face, rolling her eyes at him.

Mother Mu knocked on the bowl with her chopsticks, and stopped her: "Little Lemon, hurry up and eat, Ming Chuan, hurry up and eat too."

"Grandma, I don't want to be next to him."

"Mingchuan, go to grandma's side."

There was a commotion in the restaurant, and then it became quiet again.

Throughout the whole process, both Mu Yanzheng and his son were eating in silence, their behaviors were exactly the same.

After dinner, Mother Mu specially asked Aunt Yu to wash some vegetables and put them in the refrigerator so that Meng Chu could come down to cook in the middle of the night.

But they didn't know that Mu Yanzheng had already looked up a pregnancy recipe on the Internet, and even consulted an obstetrician and gynecologist he knew.

When Mengchu woke up, it was already midnight.

At first, she thought she had a fever or was seriously ill, so she rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a thermometer.

Only by taking a measurement can I know that my body temperature is normal.

Mu Yanzheng didn't dare to sleep, and kept reading documents on the bed in the bedroom.

Seeing her busy in the bedroom, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you hungry? What's wrong?"

"I slept for such a long time, and you didn't wake me up. You said I wouldn't have any aftereffects from the last fire?"

Meng Chu was a little agitated, Mu Yanzheng put down the document, got out of bed and comforted him: "No way. Spring is sleepy and autumn is tired, and sleep is normal."

"But now it's winter..."

"Can we eat first?"

Without giving Mengchu a chance to finish speaking, Mu Yanzheng coquettishly pushed her out of the bedroom.

The corridor outside was lit with wall lamps, all the way to the downstairs living room with night lights on.

"Why don't you go back to sleep and I'll do it myself."

"How about that?"

The two were muttering to each other downstairs, the door of a certain room upstairs was slowly opened, Mu Cen quietly came to the guardrail, and went down lightly all the way.

Seeing Meng Chu standing at the door of the kitchen, he didn't move forward, but sat down on the steps at the top of the stairs.

Ever since he returned to Rongcheng to study at the beach, his relationship with Mommy has not been as close as before.

When she came back from the hospital, she seemed to be lazy, either busy with work or sleeping.

For his homework, he is not as strictly supervised as before.

"Cen Cen?"

The little guy was staring at a certain place in a daze with his face in his hands, when he suddenly cried out, waking him back to his senses.

"Mommy..."

"Why don't you sleep, what are you doing sitting here?"

Meng Chu walked over with a smile, and Mu Cen also stood up at this time.

After many days without noticing, the son's head had reached her waist.

The fair and delicate face is more and more similar to Mu Yanzheng, especially his brows, which are naturally cold and noble.

"Let's go, let's see what delicious food your dad made."

Seeing that the little guy couldn't utter a word for a long time, she led him directly to the restaurant.

Mu Yanzheng made an assorted soup from memory, and specially put shrimps and seaweed in it.

Bring it into the dining room, see my son is there, and add another bowl.

"Why didn't you put chili?"

Meng Chu stretched out his head and smelled it, and the smell was not bad.

"Cen Cen eats, don't let it go."

Mu Yanzheng hadn't figured out how to find an excuse at first, but right now, this is really ready.

Meng Chu didn't think too much, but still praised: "So you can cook."

She took the bowls and chopsticks from Mu Yanzheng's hand, picked and filled a bowl for the little guy, and there were quite a few left.

She took another look at Mu Yanzheng, propping up the table with one hand, leaning on the chair with the other hand, and her eager eyes.

"You, do you want to eat?"