Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"Husband...Miss Meng?"

The servant deliberately amplified the sound in order to attract the attention of the restaurant.

Meng Chu didn't care, and asked politely, "Is Mu Yanzheng here?"

The servant nodded, and had already pulled her into the hallway and handed her slippers.

Meng Chu was surprised and didn't think much about it.

Passing through the corridor, I saw the old man and Mu Yanzheng coming out of the restaurant one after the other.

Meng Chu was startled, she didn't expect Mr. Mu to be at home.In the past, she and Mu Yanzheng had been married for three years, and she hardly saw the old man several times.

Now, she came here rashly, and unexpectedly met her by such a coincidence.

"Yes, is it Ah Chu?"

Mu Yanzheng walked past the old man first, but the old man spoke first.

Facing this elder, no matter how much resentment Meng Chu wanted to question Mu Yanzheng, he had to endure it now.

"Hello grandpa."

She stepped forward and forced a smile.

Mu Yanzheng stood beside her, but she chose to ignore it.

Mr. Mu cast a sideways glance at his grandson and walked towards the sofa.

"Chu, come."

Meng Chu followed and sat down opposite him.

The servants breathed a sigh of relief and offered tea with smiles on their faces.

"Can you have dinner?"

"Ate."

"Then Ah Chu is here today..."

Meng Chu is no longer the daughter-in-law of the Mu family, and almost everyone in the upper class knows this.Although the old man doesn't go back to the old house often, he still knows more or less about it.

"I find……"

Meng Chu raised his eyes and glanced at the man standing beside him with his hands in his pockets.

The old man's face gradually broke into a smile, but he didn't say anything more, only hummed lightly.

Meng Chu understood, got up and pulled Mu Yanzheng a little farther away, and stretched out his hand angrily: "Give it back to me."

Mu Yanzheng was confused by this sudden action.

"what……"

"You entered my study, what did you say?"

Meng Chu was angry, turned his face away, and still stretched out his hand on his chest.

Unexpectedly, the man raised his hand to support his somewhat cold hand, and slowly held it in his palm.

Meng Chu didn't expect him to be like this, subconsciously pulled away, but was held even tighter.

Behind him, the old man got up at some point, saw that something was wrong with the two of them, and came to knock on Mu Yanzheng with a crutch, but was stopped by Meng Chu, who had quick eyes and quick hands.

"Grandpa, if you're sleepy, go back to your room first, we really have something to talk about."

"Ah Chu, you can't protect him, this bastard..."

"I know, I don't care about him."

With a smile on his face, Meng Chu sent the old man to the stairs, and then summoned the servants to tell him to send him up.

Turning around, with a pale face, he stared at Mu Yanzheng.

"The things you take out of my house without the owner's permission are called stealing!"

Without others, Meng Chu didn't have to hide it.

The man a few steps away frowned slightly, staring at her with dim eyes.

"Didn't you infringe on my right to portrait? Or are you saying that you have been secretly in love with me all these years?"

"Ah!"

Meng Chu was amused, so she turned away and didn't want to look at him.

But the man in front of him was worried about her body, and his eyes unconsciously fell on her hanging left hand.

"Are you... are you okay?"

Meng Chu looked back, full of disgust.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Mu Yanzheng glanced at his watch, ignored her words, and turned away to go upstairs.

Seeing this, Meng Chu stepped forward quickly and stopped him at the stairs.

She stood on the steps, and he stood on the flat ground, and they were exactly at the same level.

"No matter who I paint, that is my right. If you want to say that I violated your portrait rights, I changed that painting. But first, you need to return it to me. As for how to deal with it, it is mine thing."

"Should I give it?!"

The man suddenly became ruthless and stepped up a step.

Meng Chu turned his head like a dwarf in an instant, and his momentum also dropped.

"If you don't give it... If you don't give it to me, I will pester you every day to ask for it."

"Okay, I'm waiting for you."

With a smile on his lips, Mu Yanzheng passed her upstairs.

Meng Chu turned around and clenched his fists in anger.

She didn't expect that a man who was always indifferent would be so unreasonable.

The next day, Meng Chu rested at home.

Chen An's phone call woke her up from her deep sleep.

As soon as it was connected, there was a voice that was trying to suppress: "Miss Meng, why are you so ignorant of good and evil?"

"..."

Meng Chu was speechless and didn't understand for a while.

As a result, the voice on the other end changed: "Mengchu, I bought the model airplane for my son, why don't you let him have it!"

Under the quilt, Meng Chu closed his eyes.

She suddenly discovered that Mu Yanzheng was like a dung beetle, smelly and hard.

"Your son? Are you worthy!"

"..."

The people on the other end of Meng Chu's words fell silent for a long time.

Their mother and son have lived a peaceful and stable life for these years, but they don't want to break it because of this man who appeared halfway.

She was pregnant and he was divorcing, she was in a car accident and he was with her ex, her life was hanging by a thread after giving birth to a child, he...

Meng Chu took the initiative to hang up the phone, hugging the quilt with tears streaming down his face.

The Mu Group at this time.

Mu Yanzheng sat in front of the desk, looking at the one-meter-long assembled model airplane on the sofa and coffee table, and did not move for a long time.

Chen An stood aside, lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.

It wasn't until the female secretary came in with a stack of documents that the deadlock was broken.

"Mr. Mu, the information you want."

Chen An picked it up and silently put it on the desk.

Mu Yanzheng returned to his senses, but looked at a drawing spread out on the table in front of him.

Although the nose is blurred, he still thinks it should be treasured.

She wanted it, but he refused to give it.

After watching for a few seconds, he folded it carefully.

"Mr. Mu..."

Chen An wanted to speak, but Mu Yanzheng gave him a look, and he immediately shut up.

"You go out first."

"Yes."

Chen An turned around and glanced at the model airplane lying on the coffee table. As soon as he reached the door, he heard Mu Yanzheng behind him say, "Send this thing back."

"Mr. Mu, will Ms. Meng..." Damn it!
"She won't."

Mu Yanzheng dared to bet that Meng Chu would not dare to lose this thing in front of the little guy, or drop it.

Chen An went out with the big guy in his arms. In the elevator, he met a few female secretaries who were about to go downstairs. They all gave up their seats in surprise, and couldn't help joking:
"Tezhu Chen, what are you doing? Since when did Mr. Mu become more interested in children?"

"In my opinion, Mr. Mu should be pleasing someone's child."

"Who? Couldn't be Mr. Mu's ex-wife?"

"Meng Chu? It's possible that she's returning to China now and is a designer for HR. But I haven't heard of any children."

"That can't be Miss Xie's, hahahaha..."

"Sisters, can you stop guessing? If you let Mr. Mu know, your year-end bonus may not be guaranteed."

When they heard this, they all held back their laughter and didn't make any more noise.

The elevator went all the way down, the secretaries stopped at the restaurant level, and Chen An went straight to the underground parking lot.

At noon, Meng Chu was basking in the sun on the balcony.

Hearing someone knock on the door, he dawdled past, glanced through the peephole, and turned back to the balcony.

She dialed Chen An and yelled at the other end: "What are you doing here, you're just eating at noon!"

He didn't knock on the door, but he was choked. Chen An was holding his phone with a sad expression on his face.