Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"Chief."

Mu Yanzheng didn't move, the interrogating police officer turned his head and called out.

The chief of police was dressed in casual clothes, with a dazed expression, obviously just got up from the bed.

"Someone caught it?"

He looked over the workbench and looked at the man sitting on the interrogation chair a few meters away.

It was also at this time that Mu Yanzheng was also there.

"Mr. Mu..."

Only then did Mu Yanzheng turn the chair around, glanced at him, and got up at the same time.

The chief of police immediately looked at the two policemen next to him, "Go on with the interrogation, I'll have something to say to Mr. Mu."

Mu Yanzheng went outside with him, and not long after, a police officer came in and whispered something in the ear of the interrogating officer.

In the next second, he looked at Tang Jinglan sharply, then stood up, took the key from his hand, stepped forward, and let him go.

On the steps outside the door, Mu Yanzheng held a cigarette between two fingers, staring at the street lamp not far away in a daze.

Tang Jinglan appeared behind him, coughed, then stood beside him, frowned, and asked, "Did you tell that director?"

Mu Yanzheng looked back and turned to face him.

"Tang Jinglan, A Biao used to be your person, but after following me, he died unexpectedly. Now that he is dead, I don't want to get entangled anymore. I hope you can take care of yourself."

After finishing the sentence, Mu Yanzheng put the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and took a puff, then lifted his foot down the steps.

But at this moment, Tang Jinglan chased after him.

When Mu Yanzheng got into the car, he stopped someone: "Mu Yanzheng!"

Mu Yanzheng opened the car door, turned his head slowly, and at the same time threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot.

Tang Jinglan hated him for his cold temper.

"It's a pity that such a good woman as Mengchu falls into your hands."

As soon as these words came out, Mu Yanzheng looked at him with cold eyes.

"What do you mean, Hugh wants to hit my wife's attention."

"lady?"

Tang Jinglan took a step forward, and said angrily, "Others don't know, but I know. Your ex-girlfriend ran away from home the day before the wedding, and you pulled Meng Chu temporarily for the sake of face."

The more Mu Yanzheng listened, the more he felt something was wrong. He found that Tang Jinglan knew more than usual.

Before he could speak, Tang Jinglan said again: "During the years of marriage, I kept neglecting my wife, and I didn't hesitate to wait for my ex to return home. Now it's all right, your ex is dead, and you have set up the persona of a good husband, just like Meng Chu. Women are stupid."

"Tang Jinglan,"

Mu Yanzheng's eyes were scarlet at this time, and by the light outside the police station, he could vaguely see his handsome face covered with frost.

There was a bit of cruelty in the tone of voice.

However, Tang Jinglan looked like I wanted to say, what can you do to me.

"Mu Yanzheng, we've been fighting secretly for so many years, and I'm actually a little tired. But it's really unexpected that we can meet today."

"What the hell do you want to do!"

After a long time, Mu Yanzheng spoke again, almost squeezing out words through his teeth.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to tell you that I have been coveting your wife for many years. This credit is due to your girlfriend Xie Rou. If she hadn't asked me to kill Meng Chu back then, how could I have been because of her over and over again? She's soft-hearted!"

At the end of the conversation, Tang Jinglan suddenly raised his voice, with high momentum.

Mu Yanzheng stared at him, facing his provocation without blinking.

But what Tang Jinglan said next, he really didn't expect it.

"Five years ago, the car accident that happened in Meng Chu was planned by Xie Rou."

"You bullshit!"

"I've told you everything I know, believe it or not."

Mu Yanzheng couldn't believe it for a moment, watching Tang Jinglan turn around and walk towards his subordinates who had just come out, and slowly turned back, the scene of the day of the car accident suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

He was in Xie Rou's house, and his whole mind was immersed in the wonderful life he was about to meet with her in the future.

Mu Yanzheng didn't know how to get back, the car was clearly parked at the entrance of the villa, but he seemed to be blind, he couldn't see everything in front of him clearly.

It was getting later and later, and the lights in the villa were always on.

His complicated and annoyed mood could not be calmed down.

After an unknown amount of time, a spam message came in on his phone, reminding him of the time.

Get out of the car, walk slowly all the way to dissipate the smell of smoke, and then enter the porch.

Go upstairs or stay at the bedroom door for a while, push the door open and go in.

Meng Chu was leaning on the bedside and flipping through magazines. When he saw him coming in, he was about to speak when he went into the bathroom instead.

The sound of water rang for a long time, and Meng Chu glanced at the time on his phone, curious.

He is staying in the study now, how come he takes a shower when he comes back to the bedroom?
When someone came out, Mu Yanzheng's hair was wet and still dripping.

Afraid that he might catch a cold, Mengchu hurriedly found a hair dryer.

When handing it to him, he grabbed the wrist instead, and his gaze was extremely scarlet.

"what happened to you?"

"Chu... I'm sorry."

Meng Chu was hugged in his arms, his voice lingered in his ears, but he was full of words but couldn't utter them.

Meng Chu was completely dumbfounded by his behavior.

"Have a fever?"

She raised her hand to touch his forehead, then touched her own, and found that the temperature was about the same.

Mu Yanzheng held her face in his hands, his scarlet eyes contained complicated emotions.

"In the future, no matter what time, I will be your reliance."

Meng Chu was amused by his sudden and inexplicable words, and with a puff, he joked: "You are my husband, I don't rely on you, do I have to rely on others?"

"..."

Mu Yanzheng lowered his head and kissed her lips, not in a hurry.

Meng Chu found something wet on his cheek.

When Mu Yanzheng let go of her, he realized it was water.

"It's getting late, go to bed."

He took the hair dryer from her hand and went to dry his hair by himself.

Looking at his figure, Meng Chu touched the moisture on his cheek again, feeling suspicious.

The current Mu Yanzheng is even more different from before, sharing the same bed with him every day, but she doesn't know what happened to him.

Thinking of this, Meng Chu blamed himself a little.

It wasn't until Mu Yanzheng dried her hair that she silently went back to bed.

When the two of them lay down, Mu Yanzheng's hands were dishonest. Meng Chu was worried about him, but now that he was so interested, he didn't stop him.

Unexpectedly, in the darkness, his hand stopped at a certain place on her back, constantly rubbing gently.

This move is like an adult coaxing a child to sleep.

Meng Chu, who was sleeping well, heard the sound of even breathing after a while.

Feeling her warmth, Mu Yanzheng lowered his head slightly, kissed her forehead and cheek, and finally couldn't help muttering: "Back then, it must have hurt, right?"

In the middle of the night, Mu Yanzheng didn't feel sleepy, his deep eyes were locked on a certain place, as if he was plotting something in his heart.

The next day, dawn.

When Mengchu woke up, Mu Yanzheng was no longer around him.

She felt lazy and lingered in bed for a long time, and finally picked up her mobile phone and sent a text message to Gaofeng: I feel a little unwell, and I won't go to work in the morning.

Just as she was about to put down her phone, a piece of news popped up: The mother of a retired actress who committed the crime was sent to jail and sentenced!