Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

A house of more than 100 square meters, three bedrooms and two halls with a small study.

While Meng Cen was concentrating on assembling the models, Mu Yanzheng got up from the sofa and walked towards the study.

"That's my mommy's study."

The moment he grasped the doorknob, a childish reminder came from behind him.

Mu Yanzheng turned his head, his eyes were gentle.

"I'm just looking around."

The little guy didn't stop him any more, he lowered his head and was busy with the assembly in hand.

The door of the study was opened, and the curtains were drawn inside, making it very dark.

He went in and closed the door, opened the curtains in a few steps, and the room was brightly lit in an instant.

In the small study room, there is a white desk and a two-story bookshelf of the same color behind it, which is full of design books and drawings.

He sat down at his desk, looked at the black screen of the desktop computer, and glanced at a photo frame next to him out of the corner of his eye.

On it was a group photo of Meng Chu and his son. Seeing their smiling faces, they seemed to be having a good time.

He picked it up and put it down, attracted by the pile of design drafts spread out on the table.

Except for a dress, all the rest are various jewelry necklaces, earrings and rings.

Mu Yanzheng looked a little messy, and couldn't help picking them up one by one, tidying them up.But when it came to the last one, he froze.

The same drawing, but it was him.

An indescribable joy came to his mind, he unconsciously put down the stack of sketches he had just sorted out, and put all his thoughts on this one.

Meng Chu was a high-achieving student in the Art Department of Rongda University, and was picked up by a foreign jewelry company before he graduated.

Although Mrs. Mu also appreciated it, but because of Xie Rou, he reluctantly gave up and recommended her partner, Mrs. Lin.

She stayed there for several years. If there was no car accident, she should still be in Lin's, so they wouldn't be where they are today.

Suddenly a tear fell on the drawing, just on the tip of the nose of the picture.By the time he was in a hurry to soak it dry, it was too late.

I saw that there was a piece missing on the high bridge of the nose, as if the bridge of the nose was broken, it was really weird.

Suddenly there was the sound of twisting his hands, and he quickly folded the drawing and stuffed it into his suit pocket.

The door opened, and Meng Cen was standing outside holding a half model.

"I can't spell this wing, can you help me?"

"of course."

Mu Yanzheng adjusted his mood, put the finished drawing on the corner of the table, and then stepped out of the study with confidence.

When Mother Meng came back, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

The father and son are still in the living room, the model airplane is almost finished, but the food in the kitchen has not been moved.

"Mr. Mu, you..."

Mother Meng stood at the door of the kitchen with sticky noodles.

Meng Cenxu was hungry, so he put down the parts and ran towards her.

"I eat."

Mu Yanzheng stood up from the sofa, saw the noodles with only a few green leafy vegetables at a glance, and couldn't help but said: "This lunch is not nutritious, I'll take him out to eat."

Normally, Mother Meng would never stop her, but today, she blurted out: "No. There are scars on Cen Cen's body, too many taboos, and the food outside is not safe."

The little guy also interjected at this time: "Yes. I want to get better soon, so that Mommy can take me to the restaurant to eat grilled chicken wings."

After speaking, he picked up a vegetable and put it in his mouth.

Seeing that his food was delicious, Mu Yanzheng felt a little uncomfortable.

Seeing Meng Mu entering the kitchen, he came over and sat down beside Meng Cen.

"Where is the wound? Can you show me?"

"I'm eating."

The little guy ate without looking up.

"Mr. Mu, I'm afraid I can't entertain you for lunch."

Mother Meng came out of the kitchen and made a special statement.

Mu Yanzheng didn't care, and ordered a bowl of porridge anyway.

Meng Chu in the hospital also ate this, and now he ate it too. Does that mean they ate the same pot of rice?
After the meal, Meng Cen went to the bathroom, and he followed.

"Do you really want to see it?"

The little guy still remembers.

Mu Yanzheng nodded.

Seeing him lift up his shirt, he immediately went over to help.

I saw a small bullet hole scar on the left chest.Because the scar has not yet formed, it is crimson and tender, and it feels like it will break the skin again when touched.

"Gunshot wound?"

"Ah."

Mu Yanzheng squatted down and looked at the little guy's eyes, full of pampering.

"Tell me, how did you deal with this matter in the end?"

Because he was afraid that Mengchu would learn of his intervention, he knew it was kidnapping, but he resisted the investigation.

"No deal."

The little guy shook his head, turned his head, pulled down his pants, and peed into the toilet.

Mu Yanzheng got up and stood right behind him.

"What did the person who kidnapped you look like?"

Asking this, he started to laugh at himself.How can a child who is less than four years old know so much.

But the little guy still replied seriously: "There are too many people, I didn't see clearly."

Mu Yanzheng gave up on this question and planned to investigate it.

Otherwise, he will regret it if the same danger occurs next time.

At nearly five o'clock, Mu Yanzheng left Meng Chu's house and went back to the old house.

Mother Mu is not there, but the old man is.

Seeing that he rarely entered the house, the old man gave him a cold look.

"I still know to come back."

"Where's my mother?"

"..."

The old man didn't want to talk, but just looked at him seriously.

The servant came over with a blanket, and responded casually, "Someone from my aunt's family asked my wife to come over, saying that Baozhu, who studied in Nanyang, has returned."

"When my daughter comes back, what is she going to do?"

As soon as the words fell, the old man's leading crutch waved over.

Fortunately, it flashed fast, otherwise it would have landed on the body.

Mu Yanzheng looked at the still angry old man from a distance, didn't speak anymore, and walked upstairs.

At night, Mu Mu has not returned yet.

There were only the father and two in the living room, except for the slight sound of eating, it was eerily quiet.

Mu Yanzheng raised his hand to look at his watch from time to time, the old man stared at him, and said sharply: "I haven't seen you for a few days, I will look for your mother as soon as I come back, what are you going to do?"

"Of course there is something."

"What can I do? You are a bachelor in your 30s, you spend all your time learning how to raise stars outside with capital, and when you encounter problems, you will find your mother. As the grandson of the Mu family, can you be a little bit promising!"

Mu Yanzheng slapped the chopsticks on the dining table with a 'snap', and retorted coldly at the old man: "When will I keep a celebrity..."

Before he finished speaking, the chopsticks in the old man's hand flew towards him angrily.

Even though Mu Yanzheng hid, he still wiped the stains all over his body.

The servants standing outside listened to the quarrel inside, all trembling with fear, anxiously waiting for Mother Mu to come back quickly.

"Axiang go."

The older servant motioned to the servant closest to the living room to call her.

Just as the servant hesitated to approach the sofa, there was a beeping sound of the doorbell.

Several servants cheered and ran towards the entrance.

Through the large iron gate, I saw a young woman standing there, raising her hand to ring the doorbell again.

The older servant glanced at the dining room, then hesitantly went to the entrance.

Under the night, Meng Chu was wearing a mask, his hair was tied back, and his exposed eyes were as clear as stars in the dark night.