Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"It can be changed, but it will take time."

Meng Chu said softly.

Mu Yanzheng crossed his hands, his back was as firm as a pine while he was sitting upright, and the gaze he looked at Meng Chu changed from indifference to softness.

Meng Chu felt a little uncomfortable and turned his gaze elsewhere.

"Then I'll go back and modify it first."

She wanted to leave with her bag, but Mu Yanzheng stood up suddenly to stop her. Unexpectedly, his injured right hand accidentally bumped into the corner of the table, and with his hiss, Mengchu stopped.

Seeing his slightly twisted cheeks, Meng Chu's heart was touched.

Her gaze fell on his bandaged right hand, and a trace of distress flashed across his delicate face.

"Mu Yanzheng, you are not a child."

The sudden reprimand surprised the man.

This was the first time he had spoken to Meng Chu like this since he knew him.

"So, are you going to be responsible for me?"

She gave a rod, and he wanted to slide down.

Meng Chu glared at him and turned to leave.

Mu Yanzheng said in time: "My third uncle is in contact with Xue Rong's matter."

Meng Chu took a deep breath and turned around.

"I'm just lifting a finger. After all, Xue Rong has nothing to do with me."

Speaking of this, her eyes were obviously much softer.

"Go to my house at night, my mother made pig's feet soup."

Mu Yanzheng realized later, and just as he raised his hand to speak again, Meng Chu had already gone out and turned left.

In the evening, eight o'clock.

Mu Yanzheng went upstairs punctually and stood outside Mengchu's house. He looked at his almost healed right hand with a smile in his eyes.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

He raised his hand and knocked rhythmically on the door, and soon he saw the little guy less than one meter tall poking his head out.

"You are here, come in quickly."

Ever since Mu Yanzheng mentioned the airplane model, Meng Cen has been thinking about it. This is not a 360-degree turn in Mu Yanzheng's attitude.

Entering the living room, the man who was smiling at the corner of his mouth changed instantly.

"cousin."

Lu Han came out of the kitchen with freshly cooked dishes, and called him sweetly.

This made Mu Yanzheng's originally excited heart feel as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

At this moment, Meng Chu came down from upstairs in cool clothes.

Xu Shi had just washed her hair, and the tips of her hair were still dripping water. She had a delicate and fair face, without makeup, yet exuding a kind of clean beauty.However, there are hideous scars on both sides of her chest exposed from her slender neck.Although it has been a little shallow, it is still shocking.

Mu Yanzheng quickly withdrew his gaze, gathering all the emotions in his eyes.

"It's just in time, dinner has just been prepared."

Meng Chu went down the last step and stood still in front of him.

A refreshing fragrance penetrated into the tip of his nose.

Mu Yanzheng looked up at her as if waking up from a dream, with the corners of his lips tightly pursed, without any movement.

"I thought you'd bring me a plane?"

The two were thinking about each other, Meng Cen suddenly came over, put his arms around Meng Chu's leg, and looked at Mu Yanzheng eagerly.

He lowered his eyebrows and opened the corner of his mouth: "Another day."

The so-called another day, he is waiting for the DNA test report.

He, Mu Yanzheng, was not picky, but he didn't want to raise children for other men, not even Meng Chusheng's.

"time to eat."

Mother Meng saw the oppressive atmosphere and interrupted their silent gaze.

The dining table is not big, and it is more crowded with four adults.

For the sake of her grandson, Meng's mother went to the kitchen to prepare dishes and meals alone.

After a short period of embarrassment, Lu Han broke the deadlock and said to Meng Chu, "Sister Meng, I thought I was the only one with a thick skin to eat."

As soon as the words came out, the eyes of Meng Chu's mother and son fell on Mu Yanzheng who was staring at the food and not moving for a long time.

He didn't want to eat, but Meng Chu invited her, but right now he has to make a move that he can't hold chopsticks with his left hand.

"Forgot. Xiaohan said that it's Chen An's job to eat, drink, and mess with you. I should invite him to come with you."

Meng Chu's sudden words almost choked Lu Han, who was eating with his head down.

She glanced at Mu Yanzheng guiltily, and saw his eyebrows lowered and his face sombre.

Looking at Meng Chu again, she was affectionate and indifferent, as if nothing happened.

Lu Han has a little understanding of the relationship between the two, and now they can get together after divorce, mostly because of their children.But right now, her cousin doesn't seem to be very interested in children, but looks at Meng Chu from time to time.

Thinking of this, Lu Han realized later that he had become a light bulb of several kilowatts.

She hurriedly picked up the rice, and reminded Meng Cen from the side: "Cen Cen, don't you still have manual homework, hurry up and eat, Auntie will do it with you."

The little guy seemed to understand the meaning of her words, put down the half-eaten ribs, and quickly ate the rice with big mouthfuls.

At the dinner table, polarization suddenly appeared.

It wasn't until Lu Han led Meng Cen upstairs that Meng Chu put some vegetables in his mouth.

On the opposite side, Mu Yanzheng just sat there, with his hands on his thighs, showing no intention of lifting them.

"My mother's cooking may not be used to your precious taste."

"How do you know I'm not used to it? You don't know what my taste is?"

Meng Chu's sour tone was neither painful nor itchy to Mu Yanzheng, but rather interesting.

He finally raised his left hand to take the chopsticks, but deliberately picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and slid them out of the plate.

Looking at Shang Mengchu's eyes, it seemed to say, look, it's not that I'm not used to it, it's just that it's inconvenient for me.

When Mengchu saw the rib, he promptly picked it up and put it in the bowl in front of him, which made the corner of Mu Yanzheng's mouth twitch.

"Food can't be wasted. This is pork ribs, so you can make up for it wherever you eat it."

"Although I know it, but my hand is not very strong."

He put down his chopsticks and turned his left hand back and forth.

Thinking of Xie Rou, Meng Chu secretly gritted his teeth and sat next to him.

If you recruit yourself, of course you have to serve yourself.

Mu Yanzheng was a little surprised, and pulled the corner of his mouth calmly.

Meng Chu removed the rice in front of him and poured a bowl of pig's knuckle soup.At the same time as putting down the spoon, Mu Yanzheng turned around and faced him.

When Mother Meng came out of the kitchen after eating, she saw Meng Chu carefully feeding a big man.

She was a little disgusted, but she didn't dare to show it, she just glanced over it.

Mu Yanzheng's whole mind was on Meng Chu's place.

Seeing her gentle and careful look, there was a ripple in my heart.

"I hope that after eating this bowl of pig's knuckle soup, your hand will recover soon."

She couldn't be cruel, after all, it was because of her that she caused this.

Meng Chu shaved off the meat from the pig's feet, and then fed it into his mouth spoon by spoon.

Mu Yanzheng ate with gusto, and also looked at it with engrossment.

I haven't seen her for four years, and the dignity and softness on her body has faded, replaced by an increasingly fierce, charming, delicate and sexy.

"Do you hate me?"

After a long time, Mu Yanzheng looked into her eyes, and suddenly said these words.

Meng Chu raised his eyes with a trace of suspicion.

But soon, he regained his composure.

"Why do I hate you?"

she asked back.

Mu Yanzheng stared at her seductive face, somewhat puzzled.