Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"Mu Yanzheng, don't be your coquettish idea again."

This time, in front of Mu's mother, Meng Chu directly confronted Mu Yanzheng without any scruples.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Mother Mu stood up from the sofa, trying to persuade them to fight.

Next to her, Meng Mu held Meng Chu back, signaling not to be impulsive.

The anger in Meng Chu's heart was gradually suppressed. He glanced at his son's room and slowed down his voice: "I only saw one side."

This is her biggest concession.

Meng Cen belongs to her alone!
Seeing that Meng Chu agreed, Mu Yanzheng's mother and son breathed a sigh of relief.

Late at night, ten o'clock.

Meng Chusu turned his face to the sky and led his son downstairs.

"Mommy, where are we going?"

"go……"

"Go and see grandpa."

Mother Mu squeezed her son away and moved to the other side of the little guy.

Before getting into the car, Mu Yanzheng waited for Meng Chu in the co-pilot, but she carried Meng Cen to the back seat.

"Mom is motion sick, so I can't be the co-pilot."

"Then take the back seat with us."

The car is so big, adding another one is also ample.

Mu Yanzheng closed the co-pilot's door resentfully, and sat in the main seat.

When Mother Mu got into the car, the little guy who was sitting on the seat slipped into Meng Chu's arms and let her hug him.

A pair of gloomy eyes in the front rearview mirror stared straight at the rear row, and refused to start the car for a long time.

"Since it's crowded, come to the front."

"Children can't sit in the co-pilot."

The little guy pouted and refuted back.

Mu Yanzheng's hand holding the steering wheel was slightly stronger, and he looked at the rearview mirror with sharp eyes.

He thought it would be more complicated than he thought to remarry Meng Chu through the matter of the child.

Meng Chu withdrew his gaze from the outside, and urged him, "Go and come back quickly, don't waste time."

Mu Mu also compromised at this time: "Let's go first."

Along the way, the little guy lay in Meng Chu's arms, feeling the warmth of his mother, while thinking about the grandfather he saw during the day.

"Aren't you going to the hospital?"

After driving for a long time, Meng Chu found that the street outside was not the way to the hospital at all.

"Grandpa is at home, and a family doctor is taking care of him."

Mother Mu explained from the side, and Meng Chu dispelled his doubts.

When they arrived at the old house, the little guy was led by Meng Chu all the time, and Mu Yanzheng could only follow behind, his face was as dark as the bottom of a burnt pot.

In the middle of the night, Mu's old house was brightly lit.

When the servants opened the door, they all consciously stood on both sides, waiting for the master to enter.

"Wow, what a big house."

The Mu family's old house looks retro from the outside, but the interior is decorated like a new palace.

In the center of the living room, there is a suspended one consisting of hundreds of colorful glazed lamps. There is a spiral staircase leading to the second floor. The railings are made of white marble. There is a hollow carved palace lamp at every other corner.

The paintings on the walls are all Western masterpieces, and even the wallpapers exude a high-end atmosphere of literature and art.

"Let's go see grandpa first."

Meng Chu was afraid that his son would come here and lose his mind, so he hurriedly reminded him in a low voice.

Mother Mu was calm and composed, so she recruited a servant to listen to her.

The servant immediately went back to the kitchen.

When Meng Chu led the little guy up the steps, Mu Mu stopped him: "This is the dross vinegar that sister-in-law made at night, you can try it."

Looking at the bowl of bright white soup she took from the servant, Meng Chu felt a little suspicious.

"I'll take him upstairs, and you and Mom are downstairs."

Mu Yanzheng spoke at the right time, stood beside the little guy, and reached out to grab his arm.

The little guy didn't refuse, and slowly let go of Meng Chu's hand.

"Mommy, I'll go and come back quickly."

Meng Chu wanted to call him to stop, but the man Mu Yanzheng picked up the little guy and put it under his armpit, and went upstairs a few steps.

Mother Mu couldn't help laughing: "This child hasn't changed yet, he is a father."

Meng Chu smiled awkwardly and followed her to the living room.

The sister-in-law should be the Mu family after Mu Yanzheng's divorce. Meng Chu looked unfamiliar, and had never heard of such dross vinegar.

She scooped some up with a spoon and tried to put it in her mouth, and the sweet and sour taste filled her mouth instantly.She took another sip, and when she raised her eyes, she collided with Mu Mu who was opposite her.

"Is it a special taste?"

"Drink it for the first time."

Meng Chu was not polite.

Mu Mu looked at the sister-in-law who was waiting at the side, smiled and said to Meng Chu: "This food is for appetizing, don't eat too much and get drunk easily."

After a few mouthfuls, Meng Chu felt dizzy.

She was startled, and immediately prepared to put down the soup bowl.

The servant agreed with a smile: "Because it contains a small amount of alcohol, but it is good for the body."

Meng Chu has a poor capacity for alcohol, and he dared not drink when he heard that there was alcohol.She will take her son home in a while.

"Miss Meng, you finish the rest, sister-in-law, so I can wash the dishes."

Seeing that she didn't plan to drink any more, the servant urged with a smile.

Meng Chu paused for a while and felt that nothing was wrong, then picked up the soup bowl again and started drinking.

Mother Mu thought she was boring, and the two of them had nothing to talk about, so they turned on the TV.

Meng Chu leaned on the sofa, looking at the time from time to time.

It came at ten o'clock, and now it's more than half past, so wait a little longer.

She was watching TV on the surface, but she was actually thinking about it in her heart.

The hands of the old clock in the living room pointed to 11:30, and Meng Chu felt a little drowsy.

I don't know if it's because of the high temperature in the room, or because I drank that dregs of vinegar just now, and I gradually feel confused.

She sat up straight and glanced at Mu Mu, seeing that she was staring at the TV, Meng Chu glanced upstairs.

"What is there to talk about between children and adults?"

She was talking to herself, but Mother Mu smiled and turned her gaze: "You don't know yet, the old man is strict and talkative, and he likes to chat with people the most."

"I think it's getting late, Cen Cen still has class tomorrow."

Meng Chu got up as he said, but before he could stand up, his mind flickered, and he sat down again.

When Mu Mu saw it, she was startled.

"what happened?"

"I'm a little dizzy."

Meng Chu didn't hide anything, and leaned against the sofa with his forehead.

Mother Mu bypassed the large glazed coffee table and sat beside her with a concerned expression on her face.

"Are you drunk?"

"I don't drink much."

Meng Chu raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly from time to time to keep himself awake.

But the more she was like this, the more she seemed drunk.

Mother Mu asked the servant to go upstairs, but after a while, Mu Yanzheng came down together.

He has already taken off his coat, and the blue shirt sets off his mysterious and dignified appearance.

"Ah Chu is probably drunk."

Mother Mu smiled lightly and motioned to him.

Mu Yanzheng stepped forward with long legs and came to Meng Chu.

She leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

Without saying a word, Mu Yanzheng bent over to pick him up and went upstairs.

At this time, the old man's room.

The warm lighting makes the whole room look dreamy.

On the retro carpet, there is a large airplane head that has just been half assembled.

Next to it was a small table less than one meter high from the ground, on which were a bunch of small airplane models.

Meng Cen and the old man sat opposite each other, chatting happily.

"Since you like it so much, is it really good for Grandpa to give you one?"

"I open?"

"You can't drive, you can sit."

"No, I want to drive."