Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Mu Yanzheng was carrying a white bag in his hand, and walked this way with a calm face.

Meng Chu, who was on the hospital bed, saw his expression, moved the corners of his mouth, and finally said nothing.

She leaned back again, looking still angry.

Cheng Feng watched Mu Yanzheng approaching, and stood to the side.

Mu Yanzheng put the medicine he brought from the doctor on the bedside table, and said softly to Meng Chu: "The doctor prescribed medicine to strengthen your body. When you go back at night, I will boil it for you myself."

This seems to be for Cheng Feng.

After all, Cheng Feng was the one who took care of Meng Chu when he was recuperating abroad.

The inexplicable man's desire to win, just like that.

Cheng Feng seemed to hear something, and finally told Meng Chu, and left the ward.

Once he's gone, someone relaxes, too.

"Whatever you want to eat, I'll send it to you."

Sitting down on the chair, Mu Yanzheng looked at Mengchu eagerly.

She looked away, thought for a while, and asked, "You haven't told me yet, what's going on with Cen Cen's hot search?"

"I didn't mean to say that some people secretly took pictures and put them on the Internet on purpose. Now it's settled, don't worry about it."

"Where's Cen Cen?"

"Sent back to school."

He is serious.

Meng Chu gave him a white look.

After the drip was finished, I went to the doctor for a follow-up visit.

When I got home, it was already afternoon.

Mrs. Yu made soup, and Meng Chu drank a little before lying down on the bed.

Mu Yanzheng didn't go to the company, and seeing that she was not asleep, he stayed in the room.

Meng Chu thought he was an eyesore, so he turned sideways and looked at the blue sky outside the window.

There was a sound of flipping through the documents behind her, she couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Mr. Mu, please go to the study, please?"

Mu Yanzheng was startled, and obediently took the documents and left the bedroom.

Meng Chu didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was pitch black outside the window.

She supported her dizzy head, waited for a little more comfort, got out of bed and went outside.

There were voices talking in the living room downstairs. Meng Chu stood on the guardrail for a while, saw Jiang Chun's room door was open and the lights were on, and walked over.

The lamp on the table was on, and Jiang Chun sat there with his head down, not knowing what he was doing.

Meng Chu stood at the door and knocked.

She turned her head, saw that it was Meng Chu, and hurriedly put her hands behind her back.

Then, stand up from your seat.

Meng Chu was puzzled and approached step by step.

"Hiding what?"

Her voice was gentle, but the moment Jiang Chun raised his head, his eyes still dodged.

After a long time, he dawdled and spread his hands.

A ball of thread lay in the palm of one hand, and a piece of cloth in the other.

When Mengchu saw this, he immediately guessed what was going on.

She smiled and turned to close the door.

"You... holding this, do you want to practice needlework?"

After speaking, she couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Chun let go of his tense nerves, and nodded with a smile.

"Aunt Meng, what is a designer? I also want to make the most beautiful clothes in the world like you."

Meng Chu looked at the fabric she was still pinching in her hand, restrained her smile, and raised her hand to stroke her hair, "You are still young, it's good to have such a dream, but the premise is that you learn some knowledge first."

"I will."

Jiang Chun nodded heavily, his mouth was pursed, and his eyes were firm.

Seeing her like this, Meng Chu felt the smog that had accumulated in his heart for a long time finally be released.

For a child who is only six years old, it is naturally very important to find his own goals.

It is said that to cultivate a child, one must lay the foundation from an early age.

In this way, if Jiang Chun learns well in the future, he can be regarded as inheriting her mantle.

At dinner, Mu Cen sat across from Meng Chu, not daring to raise his head, like a child who made a mistake.

Meng Chu glanced at him for a while, which made Mu Mu, who was sitting at the top, couldn't help but say: "After learning this lesson, we should be more careful in the future. Those media are used to chasing rumors, they only use Money, regardless of whether your reputation is damaged."

"Grandma, I didn't go to the underground black boxing arena. That place is not as bloody as it is shown on TV. They are very formal, and they are playing games."

At this time, Mu Yanzheng, who was eating in a muffled voice, suddenly coughed lightly.

Everyone present turned their attention to him.

Mu Yanzheng looked at Mu Cen.

The sudden behavior of the father and son made Mengchu feel that this time might be a little bit better than before.

"I'd better eat first."

After Mu Cen finished speaking, he lowered his head and picked the food in the bowl.

After this, the atmosphere of the restaurant became extremely weird.

Those who finished eating went out, those who hadn't finished eating stayed, and no one spoke again.

Because of hypoglycemia, Meng Chu drank another bowl of medicinal soup specially prepared by the doctor after eating.

Everyone left, only Mu Yanzheng was by his side.

Seeing her take a sip and put down the bowl again, she asked a little worriedly: "Is it not good?"

Meng Chu swallowed with difficulty, looked at the dark soup in the bowl, and didn't pick it up again.

"Look at my behavior, does it sound like a drink?"

As she spoke, she took out a piece of paper and wiped her mouth.

Mu Yanzheng took the initiative to hold it and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it.

There was a strange smell of traditional Chinese medicine, stronger than when he brewed it.

Even so, Mu Yanzheng put it back in front of Mengchu, "Drink it, it's good for your health."

Meng Chu shook his head in resistance.

Seeing this, Mu Yanzheng picked up the soup bowl again and took a big gulp by himself.

Meng Chu looked at him in surprise, apparently not expecting him to share the burden for her.

Hearing the sound of Gudong, Meng Chu frowned subconsciously.

He snatched the soup bowl from his hand, held back his strength, and drank it in one gulp.

"Bitter is not bitter, but unpalatable."

He also thought that if the medicine was bitter, he would prepare something sweet.

Meng Chu stood up from his chair and left the restaurant with his mouth tightly shut.

I don't know if it's the effect of the medicine or other reasons, Meng Chu sleeps very soundly tonight.

Wake up in the morning feeling refreshed.

Ye ‍ made a condolence call, and after she finished answering, she took the nanny and Xiaobao to go together.

Talking about the hot search, Ye was curious: "When did Rongcheng reorganize the boxing ring, I didn't even know."

Although she can be regarded as half of Rongcheng people, she knows many things if she wants to know.

"The new entertainment city in Rongcheng has an underground venue. When you are free, you can go and have a look."

"together?"

On the sofa, Ye Ping touched Meng Chu with his shoulder.

Follow her, and that's a no-brainer.

After all, it is Mrs. Mu.

"Look at the time."

This evening, Meng Chu didn't return to Narada Villa so early.

Before she went with Ye, the two children were taken by the nanny Wusao, and Cheng Feng was there to take care of them.

On the way, Meng Chu drove and navigated all the way.

"The scenery here is too beautiful."

Ye, the co-pilot, used his mobile phone to take pictures of the sycamore trees on the roadside outside.

Although it is not as clear as during the day, there are street lights at night, but it is another beauty of artistic conception.

Soon, they found the entertainment city, and the car drove forward for a while. When they saw an automatic gear lever with lights on, they drove straight past.

The car went all the way to the underground garage, except for a little light in front of it, it was all darkness.

Ye ‍ unconsciously hugged himself tightly, and even Meng Chu, who was driving the car, couldn't help feeling terrified.

What kind of broken place is this, and there are not many installations and lighting, it is pitch black.