Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Mu Yanzheng felt that the lights above his head were spinning, and it was getting faster and faster.

He held on to the wall weakly, and sat down on the bench in the corridor, his mind was in chaos, and the pain in his heart was even worse.

He leaned back in the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

The cell phone in his pocket was vibrating constantly, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to it.

"Mr. Mu, I found it."

After an unknown amount of time, Chen An's voice suddenly sounded above his head.

Mu Yanzheng slowly opened his eyes and handed him the test report.

With just one glance, Chen An was pleasantly surprised: "Meng Cen is really Mr. Mu's son, I said before..."

Mu Yanzheng stared straight at him with a dark and vicious gaze, until he swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly.

"What happened last time?!"

"Mr. Mu, it's my negligence at work. I'm sorry for you and Ms. Meng. I..."

"Starting tomorrow, the post of special assistant will be revoked."

Mu Yanzheng didn't want to listen to his explanation, so he got up and left.

In the ward, Meng Cen just woke up, leaning against the head of the bed, Meng Mu was feeding him porridge.

"Slow down, chew slowly."

"Grandma, where's my mommy?"

"She went home to get you a change of clothes."

Outside the ward, Mu Yanzheng looked in through the open door, while Chen An stood not far away, with guilt all over his face.

If he had been more rigorous last time, President Namu would have recognized his son earlier.It won't be until now that the misunderstanding is getting deeper and deeper.

"What are you doing?!"

In the quiet corridor, Meng Chu's question suddenly appeared.

Mu Yanzheng was obviously taken aback. When he turned around, his handsome face lost its usual indifference and was replaced by a rare warmth.

Meng Chu didn't like him at all, bypassing him and entering the ward.

Mu Yanzheng waited outside the door for a long time, but she still didn't come out, so he pushed the door open and went in.

Seeing his boss being so upbeat, Chen An comforted his guilty heart a little, and turned to go to the elevator.

In the ward, in front of his son, Meng Chu didn't want to pay attention to Mu Yanzheng.

He is also self-conscious, standing far away.But his eyes lingered on Meng Chu and his son on the hospital bed from time to time.

The little guy gave him a sensible look, and obediently drank his porridge.

Meng Chu fumbled for a while, and took the porridge bowl from his mother.

"I'm with you here, you go home first."

Mother Meng turned around, saw Mu Yanzheng standing there, and instantly understood what Meng Chu meant.

She didn't say much, walked around Mu Yanzheng and left the ward.

"Where did you hurt?"

After a long time, Mu Yanzheng couldn't bear it and asked.

The little guy looked at Meng Chu's face, and if she didn't answer, he didn't say anything.

Time passed by second by second, and Mu Yanzheng's cell phone in his pocket vibrated again.

In order not to disturb their mother and son, he had to go out to answer.

The door of the ward was closed, and Meng Chu turned his head with resentful eyes.

"Mummy, did this uncle make you sad?"

Meng Chu turned his head, smiled without saying a word.

The little guy glanced at the door of the ward, and had a plan in mind.

"In the past few days, if you want to go to the toilet or drink water, you must call someone."

"Can't I get out of bed by myself?"

"Silly boy, you have wounds on your body, and it's not easy to heal if you touch the wound."

"Can I take a look?"

"No. Wait, you can look at it however you want."

Meng Chu wiped his mouth for him, put the porridge bowl on the bedside, turned around and saw a bronzing business card on it.

——Longteng Rainforest, Tang Jinglan.

What kind of person is he?
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"Brother Seven, you are not worth it. Give that woman's son a blood transfusion."

"I just fell in love with her face, and it's nothing to send out a little blood."

On a certain island, a group of men in their twenties got off seven or eight yachts.The leader among them is tall and straight, but there is a trace of banditry all over his body.

He wore a silver-white mask, a pair of falcon-like eyes, and a faint smile shone.

Along the way, from Rongcheng to here, he was still clutching the place where the needle had been stuck on his right wrist.

As he strode forward, the sea breeze rattled his windbreaker.

"Did Zhang Jun find it?"

"I'm looking for it. But, what are Erhu and his gang going to do with it?"

The man stopped, and the group of men following him also stopped.

"Er Hu's hands can't be kept, so chop them up and feed them to the dogs, and the others will be exiled."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

A group of people walked through a dense forest and entered a low bamboo building.

The man entered a small two-story building, walked up to the study room on the second floor, and took off the silver mask he was wearing on his head, revealing a tough and upright face.

He took out a bottle of foreign wine from the bamboo and rattan cabinet, took a sip, leaned against the table, and looked at the pictures on the opposite wall.

All of them are Meng Chu in different periods, from wearing school uniforms to now exuding mature charm.

He took another sip and approached, the black Martin boots on his feet creaking on the boards.

"Meng Chu..."

He murmured, and suddenly stared at the photo and smiled.

Rongcheng, hospital.

In the middle of the night, Meng Chugang fell asleep on his stomach next to the bed when the door of the ward was slowly pushed open from the outside.

A tall figure entered, approached quietly, stood by the bed for a long time, and then retreated silently.

In the middle of the night, Meng Chu woke up to ask a nurse to change his dressing, and found that he was covered with a thin blanket. He was puzzled, but he didn't think much about it.

Xue Ying came once during Meng Cen's hospitalization.

She is now an artist of Mu's Third Uncle's Company. Although Xie Rou robbed the early resources, it still didn't affect her to accept the script and receive soft hands.

"I'm going to Jiangcheng to film a movie tomorrow. I heard that the area is a bit chaotic. I wonder if you have any contacts?"

"Dare you come to see my son and inquire about the relationship?"

Meng Chu joked and handed her a glass of water.

Xue Ying pulled off her mask, took off her hat, took a sip of water and held it in her hands.

"By the way, I mean it, but I mean it. The kid was shot at such a young age, did you catch the gangster?"

"Someone helped to take revenge."

What Meng Chu said was calm and breezy, but Xue Ying was at a loss.

In order not to disturb Meng Cen's rest, the two went downstairs to the small garden in the backyard.

"I read the news that day, is it because of this..."

"Well. Such a young child can't withstand a single shot."

"Xie Rou is really too much, and Mr. Mu..."

Xue Ying took off her mask and only wore a peaked cap.

At this point, she paused and turned to look at Meng Chu.

"Yes. We divorced four years ago."

"It turned out to be true. I thought Xie Rou deliberately let the media hype it up. In this way, isn't Xie Rou the mistress who meddled in your marriage?"

"I don't care anymore. She can do whatever she wants, as long as she doesn't mess with me, Mu Yanzheng will want whoever she likes."

Meng Chu looked straight ahead, his eyes filled with a touch of sadness.

The two chatted for a while, before Xue Ying left, Meng Chusai gave her a business card.

"Go to Longteng Rain Forest to find Tang Jinglan if you need something, he probably won't stand by and watch."

Although Xue Ying had doubts, she still put it away.