Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"Today I went to the hospital to give Chun'er a physical examination, and I met Xiao Kun. What happened last time, I always feel that he will not let it go."

"Don't worry, he doesn't dare to do anything."

Mu Yanzheng's voice was very calm, and he didn't even look at her.

Even though he said so, Meng Chu was still worried.

She thought for a while and said, "I told Ye today about Mu Yanli's sentencing."

Mu Yanzheng raised his head and tilted his face, the orange light from the floor lamp made his profile more three-dimensional, sharp and clear like a statue.

"Ah Chu, don't get involved in this matter."

While talking, he put down the documents in his hand, stood up from the chair, left the desk, and walked towards her.

"If you have nothing to do, you can go to Hai Rui to have a look. The efficiency there has not been very good."

"..."

Meng Chu couldn't react to the speed at which he changed the topic.

Until, when he approached, he put his big palm on her shoulder, and the gaze he stared at her was even more deep and affectionate.

"You looked at my computer..."

Meng Chu suddenly realized.

"You're not someone who can take time off and make appointments with little sisters to do shopping every day, so I'm afraid that you'll make yourself ill if you're idle."

Mu Yanzheng's tone was full of doting towards him, as if he were two people with the person who spoke calmly just now.

Meng Chu raised the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, but finally said nothing.

He invested in Hai Rui, but he didn't want to let it have no income indefinitely.As a businessman, you will not let yourself be in a state of deficit and no profit.

She is his wife, and even if he doesn't have time to go there, she has to inspect it for him.

The next day, Meng Chu called Gao Feng.

To get a brief understanding of the situation from him, I went to the child's school first.

She is not because of Mu Cen but because of Jiang Chun.

In the school office, after Meng Chu sat down, the head teachers of classes two and three began to praise Mu Cen endlessly.

"There are fifty students among us, and Mu Cen has always been among the top three in the class and the top five in the whole school. Madam Mu, your son is smart and studious, and he is reassuring."

Meng Chu laughed along, and waited for her to finish speaking before revealing his purpose for coming here.

"Ms. Li, I'm not here because of Mu Cen, but because of Jiang Chun."

"..."

The homeroom teacher was stunned, and suddenly remembered that Jiang Chun is now Mu Yanzheng's adopted daughter and Mu Cen's sister.

"Okay, Mrs. Mu, please ask."

As she spoke, she got up suddenly and covered up her embarrassment by fetching water.

Looking at the glass of pure water in front of him, Meng Chu smiled and said, "Chun'er's grades failed to catch up because of the previous reasons. Although there are teachers to make up lessons, the effect is still not great."

The head teacher came over, holding a water cup specially equipped by the school in his hand.

After sitting down opposite Meng Chu, he first sighed: "Student Jiang Chun is indeed..."

Indeed, she has nothing to say.

Meng Chu also made plans to transfer her to another school. This time, he came here not only to learn about some situations, but also to ask the teacher's opinion.

For a child who has just entered the second grade, the teacher may know the child's direction better than the parents.

"She told me she didn't want to study."

"You're still so young, why do you have such an idea?"

Meng Chu's words aroused the surprise of the class teacher.

"My husband and I want her to transfer to art school."

"But art school doesn't have cultural classes?"

"..."

"Also, even if there is, it's not the main thing. So-called art school, what is the main thing? Learning to dance is dancing, learning to sing is singing, and so on. Over time, children's culture classes will become disadvantaged. , even if she wants to come back to take the college entrance examination at that time, she will definitely have no advantage."

"Ms. Li, do you think that if Jiang Chun doesn't transfer to another school, her grades..."

"You can transfer to the ordinary class. Although primary school is for laying the foundation for the future, it must be solid. The ordinary class is not like the top class. The competition is high and the study is tight. She has a chance to breathe."

"Well, I'll go back and discuss it with her."

"Ma'am, since she recognizes you as a mother, she has to listen to you in everything. You are her guardian now, and you can't let her like it. You don't say anything if you say she is a good idea, but she I even thought about dropping out of school.”

"Yes."

Meng Chu agreed with the head teacher's words very much.

After the exchange here, Meng Chu thanked her.

Before leaving, I deliberately passed the second and third shifts.

The children were in class, and Meng Chu saw his son at a glance from the window.

He was sitting in the second row, with a little girl at the same table.

At this time, he was sitting upright and listening carefully.

Through the window glass, Meng Chu scanned around and saw Jiang Chun in the last row.

They were also listening carefully, but her eyes seemed a little distracted.

This is a math class, she may not understand it at all.

The curriculum of the top class is almost the same as that of the third grade, so they are still at the level of the second grade.

This kind of teaching is only suitable for children who are particularly smart and talented.

Without staying longer, Meng Chu left the school and went to Hai Rui.

Gao Feng has been waiting at the front desk since she called.

Who knows, this wait is several hours.

When Mengchu got out of the elevator, he saw him at a glance, and couldn't help teasing: "You won't be waiting for me here, will you?"

Gao Feng touched the tip of his nose, "Almost, who knew you were so slow."

"I went to school."

As Meng Chu said, he walked in side by side with him.

One department is in a meeting, and critics can be faintly yelled at.

Meng Chu took a glance and followed Gao Feng to his office.

The assistant came to deliver the coffee, and Gao Feng asked casually, "What does the marketing department do?"

"Yesterday's order was messed up, which led to the delivery of the wrong goods. There are several sets of high-end items mixed in with the ordinary models."

Hearing that, Gao Feng stood up from his chair.

When he went out, Meng Chu didn't wait, put down his bag, and chased him out.

There are many employees in the marketing department, but there are only a handful of people who really work hard.

It's outrageous that something as simple as sending a product can be mistaken.

As Gao Feng entered, the marketing department suddenly fell silent.

Meng Chu didn't go inside, but stood outside the door.

"Who is responsible for this batch of orders?"

Gao Feng was stern when facing his subordinates.

Asked this, no one dared to say anything.

He had to repeat it again: "Who is responsible for the order?! No one admits it, right?"

"it's me."

As soon as the words fell, a weak female voice came.

At this moment, Meng Chu took a step forward.

Half of her body appeared in the marketing department, and she also saw clearly the girl who said she was shipping.

She looks young, probably not long after graduation.

Gao Feng was checking the list, she went straight over, and after he finished it, she picked it up and flipped through it.

A batch of ordinary styles mixed with three sets of women's high-end dresses, all of which are worth tens of thousands of dresses.

"Already at the buyer's place?"

Perhaps out of sympathy for the girl, Meng Chu asked Gao Feng in a low voice.

Before he could answer, a woman standing next to her said first, "It just came into the buyer's hands and they found it."

"Then return the original, what's the point?"

Meng Chu's sudden words made everyone present raise their heads.