Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Meng Cen frowned, closed the computer obediently, and pretended to wipe his eyes with his hands.

Mu Yanzheng curled one corner of his mouth, thinking that this kid was interesting, and didn't care about the contents of the computer.

Meng Chu gave him a sideways glance, complaining in his heart: Mind your own business!
"Jinghe Community, let us go to the side of the road."

Get off the elevated road, Meng Chu reminded.

But Mu Yanzheng kept silent and drove quietly.

The car crossed the main road and entered the road home. Meng Chu was ready to get off the car.

Mu Yanzheng glanced at her, and his fingers supporting the steering wheel jumped a few times.It seems that the whole person is in a good mood.

As the car stopped slowly, Meng Chu saw a familiar figure standing on the side of the road ahead.

"Who is that?"

She turned to Mu Yanzheng, with a hint of anger in her voice.

Mu Yanzheng pretended not to know, stretched out his head to look carefully, and then responded calmly: "It seems to be grandpa."

What did his grandpa come to her place for!
Meng Chu was inexplicably irritable.

The car stopped, and she got out of the car and put on a smiling face: "Hello, Grandpa."

Mr. Mu stood by the flower bed by the side of the road, leaning on a cane with a dragon's head. He watched Meng Chu get off the car, and immediately went up to meet him.

"Your kid has finally done a human thing."

He scolded Mu Yanzheng who got out of the car and turned to look at Mengchu with a smile.

The rear door opened, and Meng's mother and grandson got out of the car one after another.

The old man immediately passed Meng Chu, walked up to Meng Cen, and bent over kindly: "Is this my little grandson?"

"who are you?"

Before Meng Chu and Mu Yanzheng could answer, Meng Cen raised his head first, confidently.

"I am great-grandfather."

The old man squinted and smiled, raised his withered hand, and gently stroked the back of his head.

The little guy didn't appreciate it, he frowned slightly and looked at Meng Chu.

If she doesn't say it, he doesn't.

Without waiting for a response, the little guy took a step back, stood beside Mother Meng, and held her hand, but his eyes were fixed on the old man with white hair in front of him.

Meng's mother only glanced at the Mu family when Meng Chu got married, so she didn't have much contact with them.Now, the old man came here suddenly, not because of her daughter, but because of this grandson.

"Stop standing here, it's windy."

She reminded me helplessly.

Meng Chu glanced coldly at the man standing beside him, then turned around and went to the trunk of the car to get something.

Mu Yanzheng came over to help, and said in a low voice, "Don't be like this, it's not easy for Grandpa to come here."

It's not easy for the Mu family, but it's easy for her? !

Furious, Meng Chu raised his hand and patted his hand that was helping to carry the luggage. When he was about to finish, he still rolled his eyes.

"The temple is small, I'll visit the house in person some other day."

She nodded slightly at the old man, pulled her luggage and signaled her mother to take her son into the community.

The old man's smiling face suddenly became gloomy.He didn't hold back, but turned his head to look at Mu Yanzheng.

"It seems that it is too early to exaggerate."

"You ask Ah Jing to come pick you up, and I will send a car to Chuci."

Mu Yanzheng didn't want to be alone with the old man, so he turned around and got into the car.

"You bastard!"

The old man was furious, and when the swung faucet crutch came over, the car just started to move forward, but unfortunately, it scratched the rear of the car.

When the car arrived at the downstairs of the e-sports company where Chu Ci worked, Mu Yanzheng got out of the car to check the body, and went upstairs to tell the truth.

"My grandpa's cane hit your car and scraped a bit of the paint off."

"what?"

Chu Ci loves cars very much, upon hearing this, he immediately ran to the window to look down.

At the height of the tenth floor, you can see a shadow at most.

"It will be repaired another day, tell me the price."

"I don't care about that, it's just that you know that I got my paint from someone overseas."

"Why is lacquer so scarce?"

Mu Yanzheng leaned against his desk, lit a cigarette, and began to puff.

Chu Ci heard the joy and anger in his words, and his momentum weakened in an instant.

"That is to say, it is slightly scarcer than ordinary imported paint."

Back at his desk, he started playing games again.

Mu Yanzheng turned around and exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings.

"Do you know any top-notch computer experts?"

"Of course there is."

His company is to develop game software, and there are often cases of being attacked by opponents, decrypting files, etc., can he not seek protection from hackers?

"Recommendation."

Mu Yanzheng left the table, extinguished the half-smoked cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table, and took a last puff of smoke.

Chu Ci looked up, a little puzzled: "What kind of trouble have you encountered recently?"

"Yesterday, the company's network was compromised by an unknown person, resulting in paralysis."

"No. I probably didn't hear you mention that this happened."

"Adding protection still doesn't work."

"That's no problem. I'll look for his contact information and transfer it to you another day."

Mu Yanzheng hummed lightly, turned around and left the office, and left a message: "The paint on your car, I'll find a way."

Chu Ci sighed: "If I knew it earlier, I would have borrowed it from you earlier."

**
When Meng Chu went home, thinking of the old man's appearance, he guessed that it was Mu Yanzheng's attention.

She was pacing in the bedroom when Meng's mother opened the door and came in.

"His grandfather knows about Cen Cen now, so he might be able to hide this time, but not next time."

Looking at her mother, Meng Chu had already thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

"Mom, you don't have to worry. Mrs. Mu has known about Cen Cen's existence for a long time, and it's not that she didn't force her at all. I believe that the old man is also a sensible person."

"I hope so. After all, the Mu family is a big family, and Yan Zheng is the only son..."

"Mom, I divorced him a long time ago. Whether he has an only son or not, it has nothing to do with us."

Mother Meng didn't speak anymore, and she knew in her heart that everything was caused by Xie Rou.

Knowing that her daughter is at odds with Xie's family, it's not easy to take care of her.

In the evening, Mu Yanzheng came to the house, along with Mrs. Mu.

Meng Chu had just taken a shower, and was drawing and sketching the winter brand planning plan in the study.

Suddenly hearing a man talking outside, she got up and opened the door, and saw Mu Yanzheng standing in the living room with his hands in his pockets.

As soon as Mother Meng served the tea, she looked up and saw Meng Chu standing at the door of the study.

At this moment, the Mu family's mother and son also looked at her.

Meng Chu turned to get clothes from the bedroom, and when he came out, he cleared his throat: "Why are you here at this hour?"

"Grandpa is sick."

Mu Yanzheng spoke to Mengchu ahead of his mother.

She looked up, slightly surprised.

I was fine when I saw you during the day, how can you say that you are sick when you are sick?
"I am old and my body is not very good. It may be that the wind blows outside and I keep coughing when I go home."

Seeing that she didn't quite believe it, Mother Mu immediately explained with a smile.

With no expression on his face, Meng Chu put his arms around his clothes and asked, "I'm not a doctor, so did you find the wrong place?"

"Grandpa wants to see grandson."

Mu Yanzheng blurted out.

Mu's mother looked at Meng Chu's expression seriously, only Meng's mother looked at her daughter a little helplessly, for fear that she would quarrel with them because she disagreed.