Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"..."

Mu Yanzheng didn't answer any more, but his expression was not so bright.

He turned around and went into the cloakroom to change clothes. Taking advantage of this gap, Meng Chu leaned against the door, "How long has it been since Cen Cen came back, and your relationship with him is still not so close."

"We are father and son, and the bones are still connected after breaking the bones."

It was so natural that Meng Chu rolled his eyes at him.

"Is that what I mean? Cen Cen needs to communicate with his parents at this age, and the existence of his father is of great significance. Otherwise, why is he so attached to Cheng Feng..."

Meng Chu deliberately didn't finish speaking, turned around and left.

After changing his clothes, Mu Yanzheng immediately went outside when he heard something was wrong.

Meng Chu sat down on the sofa, and he followed.

"Achu, did Cheng Feng tell you something?"

"Mr. Mu, please look up parent-child education when you're not working."

Mu Yanzheng stared, and Meng Chu, who was in a mood, stretched out his hand and gently embraced him in his arms.

"Okay, let me see if I can't do it? When Cen Cen comes back, I will accompany him and never leave him."

After speaking, he kissed Meng Chu's forehead and cheek, and finally held her face and kissed her lips.

**
When Mu Cen came back, Mu Yanzheng didn't go to the company or home for several days in order to fulfill his promise.

There is a new entertainment castle in Rongcheng, which the Mu family has been building.After the completion of the Spring Festival this year, it will continue to be maintained, and just in autumn, the entertainment castle will open.

No, Mu Cen, a good student who never asks for leave, was picked up by his father in person.

"I don't want to play games."

In the car, Mu Cen sat in the back seat, crossed his chest and turned his head.

Mu Yanzheng, who was driving, looked at him from the rearview mirror, his face was normal, but his eyes were obviously serious, as if he was suppressing something.

"If you don't want to fight, we won't fight."

"Then where are you taking me?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

Mu Yanzheng is not a romantic person, so naturally he doesn't have much patience.

But in order not to make Meng Chu worry about their father and son, he tried to be more patient.

The car drove smoothly on the road, and the scenery on both sides was also exceptionally beautiful.

It is the season, and the golden yellow of the sycamore is like a picture scroll of nature.

Mu Cen was still a little emotional at first, but now he stared at the scenery outside the window and didn't move for a long time.

Mu Yanzheng in front thought he was having a temper again, so he glanced at it, and he was completely relieved.

Walking through the golden world of hundreds of meters, there are successive walls with various animated patterns painted on them.

With this kind of sign, it proves that the entertainment city is not far ahead.

"We...are we going?"

Finally, Mu Cen withdrew his gaze and looked at the front seat.

Mu Yanzheng looked in the rearview mirror, "Say it, Entertainment City."

"What does my mommy mean?"

"..."

The burning eyes of the two father and son were facing the rearview mirror at the same time.

Mu Yanzheng thought he was going to drive, but after a while, he closed his eyes.

"I know, you always listen to my mommy, it must be my mommy's idea."

The son exposed his father's background.

Mu Yanzheng twitched the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and tightened his hand on the steering wheel.

"So what, I listen to my wife, isn't it normal?"

His voice was very soft, revealing a trace of pride.

Mu Cen looked down on him a bit, took a deep look, and turned his eyes away.

The car suddenly passed a tall castle in a fairy tale world, but it drove straight through without stopping.

Mu Cen looked at it with some doubts.

Until the car drove forward for more than ten meters, it turned and entered the ground.

When it was pitch black, Mu Cen couldn't help but say, "Didn't you want to take me to the entertainment city? Why did you go underground?"

Just as he was asking, a light appeared in front of his eyes.

The car turned another corner and finally stopped slowly.

Before Mu Cen got out of the car, the door was already opened by someone who had been waiting outside for a long time.

He looked at the other party who was wearing a black uniform, and at Mu Yanzheng who had already got off the car, so he could only obediently get down.

He doesn't know where is ahead?
Mu Yanzheng walked in front, followed by two people who looked like bodyguards.

Mu Cen trotted behind, and out of instinct, he took the initiative to hold Mu Yanzheng's hand.

He didn't care, but the person whose fingers were being held seemed to feel a magical power.

Get in the elevator and go upstairs.

It was clearly broad daylight, but the huge room was brightly lit and extremely noisy.

The further you go, the more people there will be.

Mu Cen looked at a large number of men and women, gathered around a table, he really couldn't understand.

Mu Yanzheng's footsteps did not stop either.

Go all the way through the hustle and bustle and onto another elevator.

When he came out again, he let out a roar, which made Mu Cen tremble suddenly, holding his father's hand, and tightening it unconsciously.

Mu Yanzheng looked down, stretched out his arms, and pulled him closer to him.

"Mr. Mu."

Since stepping here, people have been saying hello to Mu Yanzheng.

Mu Cen knew that usually such people were bodyguards.

"Pyridine!"

A whistle that was crisp enough to cut through eardrums came suddenly.

Mu Cen's gaze turned to a high platform not far ahead.

Surrounded by safety nets, there were two strong men on the stage, each wearing boxing gloves.

They are fighting, you punch each other, punch to the flesh.

Beside him, the referee was wearing a white shirt, which was already half wet.

Although the fan is on here, the hot air still can't dissipate.

The spectators around were divided into two factions, and they all raised their fists to cheer for them.

Because Mu Cen took an extra look, Mu Yanzheng found a particularly good location, intending to let him watch it for fun.

At this time, a white man in a suit with a western face walked towards them with a smile.

When he got close, he smiled and shook hands with Mu Yanzheng.

"It's rare for Mr. Mu to come here, why didn't you notify me in advance."

The Chinese language spoken by the man is just a little rough.

Mu Yanzheng turned sideways and motioned to him: "He came with my son."

The man looked at Mu Cen with big white eyes, and said with a smile, "You can practice."

His training is to join his side and become a boxer.

Mu Yanzheng immediately refused: "My son is more curious when he sees this for the first time. He doesn't like fighting and is more polite."

"That would be a pity."

Mu Cen was watching from the high platform, while the man invited Mu Yanzheng to sit in the leisure area behind.

A black leather sofa and a variety of expensive foreign wines are placed on the tea table.

The two sat down, and immediately a sexy girl came over to give wine glasses.

Before leaving, the man touched the girl's buttocks with an expression on his face. Mu Yanzheng saw it and turned away immediately, pretending to ignore it.

"Before, I kept inviting, but I didn't expect Mr. Mu to come by himself. I really didn't expect it. I'm so happy."

The man poured himself a glass of wine, and poured another for Mu Yanzheng.

Because he was going to stay here for a few days, he clinked glasses with the man without any scruples, and then drank his head up.

"Have a meal together?"

"nature."

His name was John Flinders, a businessman from California who came to China.

He has a close working relationship with Mu Yanzheng.

To be able to start a boxing match under the entertainment city, there must be Mu Yanzheng as a backer, so there are those bodyguards who called Mu Yanzheng Mr. when they first came in.

"I heard that your wife is a designer?"

"Mr. John, you seem to know everything about me."

Mu Yanzheng poured another glass of wine, leaned back on the sofa, relaxed and relaxed.