Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"Wen Ya has news."

From the extranet browser sent by Tang Jinglan, Meng Chu read Wen Ya's affairs abroad and told Mu Yanzheng.

Mu Yanzheng, who was having a video conference in the study, first reached out to her.

She is watching, not answering the phone.

Meng Chu could only hand him the phone.

Mu Yanzheng saw Tang Jinglan who had just added a friend on WeChat, clicked on it, copied the link and sent it away, then blocked and deleted it.

Returning it to Meng Chu, his expression returned to normal, even with a faint smile.

Meng Chu looked at him, then at the phone.

Sure enough, there was one less WeChat friend.

Tang Jinglan has nothing to do with her, they only have transactions with each other.

Since he deleted it for her, it just saved her time.

"I don't know how high the credibility is."

Finding that the video conference was suspended, Meng Chu said without hesitation.

At this time, Mu Yanzheng's slender fingers were moving on the touch screen of his mobile phone.

"You go to rest first, and I will tell you the result after I verify it again."

I don't know what to find, Mu Yanzheng suddenly put down the phone, got up and came to help her.

Meng Chu could only follow along and went back to the bedroom first.

When Mu Yanzheng came back from the meeting, he was holding a few pieces of paper in his hand.

At this moment, Meng Chu was already lying on the bed.

In the bedroom, only the wall lamp by the bed was turned on, and the orange light seemed a little dark.

Mu Yanzheng thought she had fallen asleep, and was about to go out again when he heard Meng Chu's slightly sleepy voice: "Have you checked?"

"Ah."

Mu Yanzheng withdrew his footsteps, turned around and took a few steps forward, sat down on the edge of the bed, and then handed a few pages to Meng Chu who was sitting up on the bed.

She picked it up, and looked at the content carefully under the orange light.

——An international version of the clothing association's prohibition statement!
With this, no matter how capable Wen Ya is, it may be difficult for her to enter the circle again.

"The Wen family estimates that they are already trying to marry her off."

"She was Tang Jinglan's fiancée before."

"The Wen family has business dealings with the Tang family. Even if it wasn't her, it would be someone else from the Wen family."

"You all know?"

"Of course. Anyway, your husband is also at the forefront of information. It's just that foreign countries are different from domestic ones. Some things are not as convenient as domestic ones."

"..."

Seeing her somewhat astonished expression, Mu Yanzheng couldn't help raising his hand to stroke her beautiful long hair.

Then he moved his body, lowered his head and put his ears on Meng Chu's protruding belly.

"Have you been making a fuss recently?"

Looking up, his eyes were full of anticipation.

Meng Chu shook his head, and said seriously: "He is usually most active during the fetal heart rate checkup."

Mu Yanzheng lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly, stroking Meng Chu's belly with his rough fingertips, wondering what he was thinking for a long time.

When Meng Chu suddenly thought of Mrs. Xiao's words that day, he couldn't help being suspicious.

If it was really a younger brother, wouldn't Mu Yanzheng, who was looking forward to a younger sister, be disappointed.

"Mu Yanzheng, just in case... I said just in case, if this baby is a boy..."

Meng Chu faltered, but Mu Yanzheng answered without thinking, "No."

He was too sure, and Meng Chusha was helpless.

"If you really want to know the gender, I'll take you to a place tomorrow night."

Perhaps Mu Yanzheng sensed that her mood was not right, so he sat up and pinched her face.

Meng Chu felt uncomfortable and avoided his hand, "Farewell, it's okay, I don't care, both men and women are my children."

Hearing this, Mu Yanzheng also became emotional.

"Although I really want a younger sister, if it's really a younger brother, I can only accept it. After all, they are all my children."

Hearing what he said, Meng Chu curled his lips, and touched his stomach unconsciously.

That night, Meng Chu had a strange dream.

One afternoon, a golden dragon descended from the sky, rushed into the house, entangled her while she was taking a nap, and took her away. Fortunately, Mrs. Yu and the others found out in time and beat the golden dragon away with tools, but Meng Chu also suffered a little injury. .

"It hurts."

In the middle of the night, Meng Chu suddenly muttered.

Mu Yanzheng next to him was in a light sleep, and immediately leaned over to listen. At first, he thought it was a hallucination, but Meng Chu's voice was clearer than that: "It hurts."

Mu Yanzheng heard this, and hurriedly lifted the thin quilt, and saw Meng Chu's hand pinching his waist, but he didn't know where to start.

Mu Yanzheng felt distressed, and quietly took her hand away and put it in his palm.

But in the next second, Meng Chu pulled his hand back to his waist.

Mu Yanzheng couldn't help but guessed that she had a backache, so he could only sit up and gently rub her waist.

Sure enough, after a while, she fell asleep peacefully.

A few hours later, just after dawn, Mu Yanzheng lay down and fell asleep.

Mrs. Yu knocked on the door, and Meng Chu woke up.

Turning her head, she was a little surprised to see the man with blue eyes.

Nothing happened in the past few days, so he almost slept with her back and forth, why did he look so tired?

In order not to wake him from his sleep, she quietly got out of bed from the other side.

I thought I would wake up soon, but I didn't expect it to be until noon.

Because the bedroom faces north, there is occasional breeze blowing in.

Sitting at the glass door leading to the balcony, Meng Chu bent over his desk to compose the picture.

From time to time, the breeze entered the house through the balcony, blowing the hair hanging down on both sides of her cheeks, which was elegant and beautiful.

As soon as Mu Yanzheng opened his eyes, he saw this scene.

He didn't get up right away, but leaned sideways with his head resting on his arms, looking fascinated.

Until a text message came in from Mengchu's cell phone, she took a blank look on her cell phone and glanced this way, and was stunned.

Maybe it was because Mu Yanzheng was embarrassed, so he had no choice but to pretend that he had just woken up, stretched his arms, and sat up from the bed.

Meng Chu ignored him and looked down at the phone.

After a while, she put down her phone and said to Mu Yanzheng, "Ye and Mu Yanzheng quarreled again."

Mu Yanzheng is used to it, "It's nothing new to have a big quarrel every two days and a little quarrel every three days."

He walked past her and went to the bathroom.

Helpless, Meng Chu picked up the phone again, moved his fingers and typed a few words on the screen.

Put down your phone and get on with designing.

When the pen fell, she suddenly seemed to realize a problem.

That is, since she stayed at home, the studio she opened seems to have no customers at all.

Immediately, she moved away the drawing book and clicked on the webpage of the store on the computer. Except for the previous reminder to be more attentive, there were very few browsing traces.

what's the situation?
Mercury retrograde?
Staring at the screen in a daze, Mu Yanzheng just came out of the shower.

Meng Chu subconsciously glanced over there, and blushed immediately.

In broad daylight, the man came out of the shower without any clothes on.

She pretended not to see it, and kept her head down for a long time without daring to move.

On the contrary, Mu Yanzheng took out a clean bath towel from the cabinet, and looked at her playfully.

"It's not the first time you've seen my body, why are you blushing?"

Without raising his head, Meng Chu picked up the drawing book and threw it at him.

However, the moment the picture book flew out, it was picked up by the wind, and two sheets were instantly torn.

She regretted it and wanted to get up to pick it up, but someone picked it up first, and a deep and seductive voice came: "Ah Chu, since you got pregnant, we rarely have intercourse."

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Meng Chu raised his head abruptly, a series of question marks appeared in his blushing head.