Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"Miss Fu, you... have a boyfriend again?"

After a long time, suppressing his discomfort, Meng Chu raised his lips and smiled lightly.

Fu Jing felt a little uncomfortable, blushing and replied: "I just met, and I haven't confirmed the relationship yet."

A person who can be her father, what is the relationship?

Boy friend?Or godfather?

Thinking back to the man who came in just now, Meng Chu felt nauseous.

Lowering her eyebrows, she took a sip of the fruit tea in front of her, and said lightly, "This is a dinner specially prepared for pregnant women, not some wine."

"Oh, I was worrying too much."

Fu Jing twitched the corners of her mouth, smiling like a blooming white lotus.

She wore a snow-white backless dress today. Her already thin figure was now well-proportioned and full of temptation.

After just looking at her briefly, Meng Chu looked away and took another sip of the fruit tea.

She wanted to sit quietly for a while, but who knew she couldn't.

"Meng Chu."

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice came from beside my ear.

Meng Chu turned his head and frowned slightly.

Tang Jinglan, why did he come to the banquet?
I don't know whether it's a guilty conscience or something, but when he saw him coming this way, Meng Chu subconsciously looked for Mu Yanzheng's figure.

In that place just now, there was no trace of him.

Tang Jinglan had already approached, holding a glass of champagne in his hand, and had nothing but Meng Chu in his eyes.

On the opposite side, Fu Jing was a little elated when he saw the man with the same stature and temperament as Mu Yanzheng.

"Miss Meng, this is..."

Meng Chu was worried that he couldn't get rid of her, and it happened that Tang Jinglan didn't want to see her either.

Immediately, with an idea, he introduced: "Tang Jinglan, maybe you should have something to talk about."

Meng Chu stood up and gave up his seat.

Tang Jinglan didn't know what was going on with her, and was still in a daze when she saw Fu Jing stretching out her hand to him.

"Hi, Mr. Tang, I'm Fu Jing."

Tang Jinglan glanced at her, followed by Meng Chu who had disappeared into the crowd.

In desperation, he could only sit down.

He is a person who never refuses women who come to him on their own initiative.

After sitting down, those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling stared nakedly at Fu Jing, and finally landed on her chest.

Fu Jing also seemed to see his wretched gaze, lowered her eyebrows and blushed, and pretended to drink to hide her embarrassment.

"Fu, Jing. Who gave you a name?"

Tang Jinglan shifted his gaze and leaned over to pick up the wine in front of him.

"My Father."

At this moment, Fu Jing put down his wine glass.

The enthusiasm subsided, she looked at Tang Jinglan.

The ambiguity in the fundus almost overflowed the eye sockets.

Tang Jinglan has seen countless girls, and she has seen one who took the initiative, but she has never seen her so pure and too active.

"Who did you come with? Boyfriend?"

She is not very old, and she looks like a college student who has just left school.

"a friend."

After Fu Jing said this, he finally left his eyes and glanced at the noisy banquet hall.

The person who brought her here was drowning in the crowd at this time, and he wanted to make more big bosses who would be beneficial to him.How can I care about her, a person who comes and goes as soon as she is called.

"When we leave, we can leave a contact information."

Tang Jinglan was interested in her, especially because of her figure.

Upon hearing this, Fu Jing immediately found the phone from her handbag.

The two exchanged contact information, and Tang Jinglan directly gave her the address where she lived now.

Not having the patience to sit down any longer, he held his glass of wine and wanted to get up.

Fu Jing asked suddenly: "Mr. Tang, how did you meet Ms. Meng?"

Tang Jinglan turned her head, "You don't need to know about this."

Fu Jing's expectant eyes instantly dimmed.

Looking at the leaving figure, she slowly stood up.

**
Meng Chu found Mu Yanzheng in a private room upstairs. He was talking about acquisitions with the white-haired man.

Seeing her coming, both of them stopped talking at the same time.

Mu Yanzheng stood up from the sofa, eyes full of doting, "Are you tired?"

Meng Chu shook his head.

Even if she was tired, she couldn't say it in front of outsiders.

The white-haired man knew what was interesting, and immediately raised his glass to Mu Yanzheng, "After a while, Mr. Ren will be here. You and your wife will go downstairs together."

"Okay, Mr. Yuan."

Mu Yanzheng watched him go out, then turned his gaze back to Mengchu, and pulled her to sit on the sofa.

"Does your foot hurt?"

With that said, he lifted her calf to his lap and began to massage her.

Meng Chu enjoyed it, and turned his eyes: "Guess who I just saw downstairs."

"Tang Jinglan."

Mu Yanzheng's massage hand stopped for a moment, and then continued to massage.

"He is now free in Rongcheng, he can go anywhere as long as he doesn't commit crimes."

"But if he comes here, will he treat you..."

"To me? Huh."

"what!"

Before Meng Chu could react to his disdain, his hand had already touched her forehead.

He can restore Tang Jinglan's freedom in the metropolis of Rongcheng, and naturally he can immediately make it impossible for him to move an inch.

"Is he pestering you again?"

Mu Yanzheng soon realized a serious problem.

Meng Chu leaned on the sofa and smiled lowly: "I dumped him to Fu Jing."

A little carried away, Mu Yanzheng also raised the corners of his mouth.

Switched to the other calf, before the massage started, a waiter came over to call someone.

"Mr. Mu, Mr. Ren is here."

Meng Chu put on his shoes, was led downstairs by Mu Yanzheng, and saw many people gathered in a ball below.

And there are people in the middle, which can't be seen at all.

"Mr. Ren, Mr. Mu is here."

Someone yelled, and the people who were originally surrounded by water gradually avoided a path.

It was only then that Meng Chu saw clearly that a woman in a dress was different from all the ones present.

Wearing a white suit and high heels with slender fingers, she shaped her whole figure upright and confident.

The moment he turned his head, even though he was old, he was still magnificent.

She has mixed-race eyes with slightly sunken eye sockets, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and bright lipstick.

The long shoulder-length hair was meticulously tied behind his head, and he looked capable and decisive.

It can be seen at a glance that it is someone who has fought in the mall.

"Yan Zheng, how are you lately?"

As soon as he speaks, he speaks fluent English.

She shook hands with Mu Yanzheng and looked at Meng Chu at the same time.

"Is this the Ah Chu you often talk about?"

"Yes, my lady."

Mu Yanzheng hugged Meng Chu's shoulders, regardless of the envy of the audience.

"Or, let's talk upstairs."

A short and fat man next to them interrupted their greetings.

The woman looked around the crowd with a smile, "Thank you all for coming to Ren's celebration banquet in spite of your busy schedule. Let's have a good drink."

Meng Chu secretly admired the fluent switching between Chinese and English.

Following them, they went back to the box just now, and a waiter came over to deliver wine immediately.

Faced with several business people who came in suddenly, Meng Chu panicked.

"Since you have something to talk about, I'll wait for you outside first."

After speaking in a low voice, she took Mu Yanzheng's hand away and walked out.

The door of the private room was closed immediately after she went out.

Just when Meng Chu was depressed, he turned around and saw Tang Jinglan standing not far away.