Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

When Mu Yanzheng entered the room, he saw Cheng Feng sitting in a suit and leather shoes in the living room, and he was in a bad mood for a moment.

The people on the sofa were slightly surprised when they saw him come back and stand up.

Cheng Feng's eyes stared straight at Mu Yanzheng's red and slightly swollen eye circle.

Suddenly, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, smiling ironically and provocatively.

"Mr. Mu, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"If you are not firm, you will always worry."

Putting down his words coldly, Mu Yanzheng was about to go upstairs with roses in his hand, when he saw Mu Cen who was coming downstairs.

When passing by, instead of saying hello to him, he went down and called out, "Papa Cheng."

Mu Yanzheng stood where he was, the unhappiness he had just suppressed surged again.

"Ah Chu is upstairs."

Maybe it was seeing him standing on the stairs, motionless, not going up or down.

Cheng Feng sounded a reminder.

Mu Yanzheng walked up to the second floor with a feeling of coldness all over his body.

Meng Chu was in the bedroom, sorting out the recent waste manuscripts, and when he turned around, he saw Mu Yanzheng standing behind him holding a bouquet of roses.

The quiet bedroom is still quiet.

Meng Chu thought he would say something, but after waiting for a long time, there was not a word.

Meng Chu didn't speak first, and staggered him to go out.

Just when she left the low table in front of the sofa, he saw a vase with a bouquet of red roses in it.

Mu Yanzheng was a little stunned, and after being dull, he looked at the flower, then at the one in his hand, and called Mengchu to stop in time.

"Where did the flowers come from?"

Meng Chu stopped, with a soft smile on his soft face.

"Did you fly up? Didn't you see anyone sitting downstairs?"

"..."

Mu Yanzheng froze on the spot, his stern eyebrows and eyes did not dare to change in the slightest when facing Meng Chu.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't care about anything else.

Stepping up towards her, she held the flower closer, "I bought it for you through the revolving door, it's for the afternoon..."

"Are you talking about the afternoon?"

Meng Chu interrupted, and the volume rose unconsciously.

Mu Yanzheng spoke incoherently, "No, don't mention it, and I won't mention it in the future."

After the words fell, he knelt down on one knee, and he really gave up.

Although I don't know if Meng Chu can stop being angry with him.

The two stalemate for a full minute, and Meng Chu raised his hand to pick up Rose.

The next second, the kneeling man got up quickly and took the flowers from the vase on the low table, and threw them into the trash can.

The action is smooth and smooth, in one go.

Meng Chu reacted, looking at the flowers that were still in the vase just now, lying pitifully in the trash can, his expression turned ugly.

"This is the bedroom of my wife and I, so the flowers can only be sent by me as my husband. And others..."

Before he finished speaking, he bent down and picked up the bouquet from the trash can.

Watching his operation, Meng Chu was a little speechless, put his bundle on the sofa next to him, turned and left the bedroom.

Mu Yanzheng stood there dumbfounded.

He looked down at the rose in his hand, and then looked at the one he bought, so he could only silently put it on the low table, then picked up the one on the sofa and put it in a vase.

Cheng Feng didn't know when he left, and Mu Yanzheng went downstairs to eat, but the living room was already empty.

Are you here just to send flowers?

He was a little upset, but he didn't like having an attack, so he could only endure it and entered the restaurant.

As soon as I entered, I heard my mother ask: "Did you go to the machine factory today?"

"Ah."

Almost the father and son spoke in unison.

Realizing that he wasn't asking himself, Mu Yanzheng was a little embarrassed, and silently pulled a chair and sat down.

Mu Mu took a look at him and seemed to know what happened to his eye circle injury, so she turned to Mu Cen again without stopping her gaze.

"How is it? Compared with the last time, does it feel different?"

"Yes, Grandma. That uncle also let me into the pilot's cabin, he said I can fly when I grow up."

"Fly the plane..."

Mu Cen spoke vividly, but Mu Mu's expression didn't seem to take it seriously.

The last repetition is even more meaningful.

Mu Yanzheng saw it through and didn't say anything, just ate quietly, and glanced at Meng Chu from time to time.

Wealthy, you can dream unless you have a choice.

After dinner, Mu Cen held Meng Chu's hand in his own room, and asked meaningfully, "Mommy, what does grandma mean by that?"

"Maybe it feels like no one will inherit the family property."

"Money? I don't need it."

Mu Cen was as calm as usual when chatting.

Although Meng Chu knew that he was not short of money, but thinking of such a big Mu family, he still persuaded:

"You are the only boy in the family, who will inherit if you don't?"

"Mommy will give me another brother and let him inherit."

After all, it is a child, it is simple to think.

Meng Chu didn't know what to say, told him to do his homework well, and then left.

"That's right, Mommy."

Mu Cen suddenly stopped her.

Meng Chu turned around, "What's wrong?"

"Father didn't go to the machine factory today, he handed me over to an uncle and left."

Mu Cen is complaining.

Meng Chu clenched his fist and raised it, "So, he paid the price."

Mu Cen smiled, "Did Mommy hit you?"

"hold head high."

Meng Chu was very proud.

Thinking of that picture, and thinking of Mu Yanzheng's red eye circles, she couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth again.

It was night, just as Meng Chu was about to fall asleep, the people around him tossed and turned.

She became a little angry, looked sideways at the man who was still restless, and said calmly: "If you don't want to sleep, please go outside, don't delay other people's sleep."

As soon as the words came out, Mu Yanzheng didn't dare to move.

I don't know if it's because of the medicine, or what.

Around the eye circles, there was burning pain.

Waiting until Meng Chu could breathe evenly, Mu Yanzheng couldn't bear it and got out of bed.

The light in the study was on, and there was a pack of cigarettes in the drawer. He touched it and put it back.

You can smoke occasionally outside, but not at home.

The video conference must not be held, otherwise Mi Lai's senior management will definitely laugh at him.

Feeling melancholy, he could only flip through the files.

Until the middle of the night, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I fell asleep on the sofa.

When having breakfast the next day, Mrs. Yu and Cui Cui all covered their mouths and sniggered away.

Mother Mu didn't pay much attention yesterday, but today she glanced at her son's face from time to time.

Mu Cen was even more exaggerated, laughing while bowing his head to eat the porridge.

Only Meng Chu, who was next to Mu Yanzheng, was extremely calm.

Perhaps noticing everyone's abnormality, Mu Yanzheng went to look in the mirror after eating.

Looking at the black and swollen eye circles in the mirror, his face finally became gloomy.

He didn't stay below any longer, he hurried upstairs.

Chen An came to deliver the documents, but knocked on the door of the study room but no one opened.

Just in time, Meng Chu came up from downstairs.

"Ma'am, isn't President Mu in the study?"

"Yes, because he has no face to face people."

After finishing speaking, she ignored Chen An and went back to the bedroom.

Luo Jiang came to play the piano today, with the same female classmate from last time.

Meng Chu opened the bedroom door and changed the picture in the room.

A WeChat message came in, and she saw that it was a request for verification, but she closed it without even reading it.

Because Chen An couldn't see Mu Yanzheng, he simply didn't leave and went to Mu Cen's room.

"My mommy beat your boss yesterday."