Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Mu Yanzheng, who was secretly glad that Meng Chu was not there, the moment the piano sound stopped, the door of this room was pushed open from the outside.

When his eyes met, he froze.

"what's the situation?"

After seeing him, Meng Chu looked down.

Walking in, surprise flashed in his eyes.

The members of the Mu family have no musical talent, let alone music, but now, Mu Yanzheng bought a piano on a whim, which seems to be very valuable.

Meng Chu touched and touched curiously, as if looking at a beloved treasure.

Mu Yanzheng stayed where he was, holding his breath for a long time, only his eyes rolled.

"what happened to you?"

Mengchu sensed something was wrong, and finally turned his gaze to him, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could no longer be contained.

"fine."

Mu Yanzheng responded, his heartstrings still tensed.

"This piano..."

"I……"

Before Mu Yanzheng could say anything, Meng Chu laughed urgently: "You don't want to train Cen Cen to learn music, do you?"

Mu Yanzheng blinked quickly, suddenly didn't know what to say when the words came to his mouth.

Mengchu saw that he was a bit awkward, turned to look at the piano, and analyzed: "He likes engineering, and it's not like you don't know."

Mu Cen, a kid, fell in love with model airplanes since he was a child.

If he has been following his own wishes, then growing up must have something to do with airplanes.

"It used to be boring at home, but now playing a piano can cultivate one's sentiments."

After holding back for a long time, Mu Yanzheng popped out such a sentence.

Meng Chu shook his head and smiled.

In order not to be suspected, Mu Yanzheng quickly changed the subject: "Sister-in-law Yu said you went to the company, why did you come back so soon?"

With that said, he pushed her out of the room.

Meng Chu didn't think much about it, but this point was working hours, and she didn't expect him to be at home or in the piano room.

"Your mother went to Su's house with Cen Cen, and she probably won't come back at noon."

"So, we go out to eat?"

"I don't have a good appetite recently, and I don't really want to eat."

"I know there is one, you must like it."

Before Mengchu could respond, he had already dragged him downstairs.

It was sunny outside, but it was still a bit chilly with the breeze blowing.

The two of them got dressed and went out of the house to get in the car.

Meng Chu turned his head suddenly, "I heard that this time, the Bazaar star meeting, Chengyuan has several artists on the list, does the person in charge of inviting these people know you?"

Mu Yanzheng didn't look at her, but he never let go of the raised corner of his mouth.

While controlling the steering wheel, he replied: "I don't know, maybe it's because of my face."

"Then what if they invite you, will you go?"

"Star Club, what am I going to do?"

"It is said to be a celebrity meeting, but it is actually a donation under this name. I had a client before who said that in general donations, celebrities are part of it, and the other part is those well-known companies."

"If Mr. Mu wants to donate, he won't donate from those unpopular channels. You have contacted celebrities in the entertainment circle, have you ever seen me appearing in Bazaar every year?"

"Maybe not."

Meng Chu didn't dare to question whether he was a big boss of capital.

Thinking about how he used to win over Xue Ying in order to punish Xie Rou, and later, in order to get a little profit, he even dreamed of becoming someone else's benefactor. Now that I think about it, it's really funny.

"You are a designer, if you want to show your face on Bazaar, you can tell me."

"I don't want it. Designers don't show their faces on necessary occasions, but the clothes they design must shine."

"Well, you're right."

Mu Yanzheng focused on driving, with indescribable tenderness in his tone.

Faced with his act of drowning, Meng Chu felt warm in his heart.

After a pause for a while, she hesitated again and said, "Well,...do you have Cheng Feng's contact information?"

"Have."

Mu Yanzheng turned the steering wheel, the car drove away from the street and entered the parking lot of a restaurant.

After turning off the flame, Mu Yanzheng turned to look at her.

Meng Chu handed the phone to him, and beckoned him to add the number.

Mu Yanzheng lost the smile just now, but although his expression was cold, he was not as unkind as before.

"He is recuperating abroad, so no one will disturb him."

After glancing at it, she found that the phone she was holding had a cool voice that sounded pleasant.

"It's okay, I just remember first, don't bother."

"Ah Chu, if one day I had an accident, would you treat me like you did to him?"

Mu Yanzheng turned his whole body to her, and suddenly became serious.

Meng Chu didn't expect him to say such a thing, he was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed even more: "Of course."

He and Cheng Feng, one is out of love, and the other is out of kindness.

After receiving her answer and her most sincere smile, Mu Yanzheng felt much better.

Thinking of the accident some time ago and the extent of Cheng Feng's injury, he felt relieved.

The phone was saved, and the two entered the restaurant.

Finding a seat by the window, Mu Yanzheng summoned the waiter to ask Mengchu to order.

Generally speaking, pregnant women have more tricky tastes.

He has never experienced it, let alone served him.

Right now, Meng Chu gave him a chance.

"Madam, are you pregnant?"

Seeing that Meng Chu ordered a bunch of particularly heavy-flavored southern Sichuan dishes, even adding spicy to the tomato soup, the waiter couldn't help but add an extra word of mouth.

This made Mu Yanzheng startled.

There was a trace of nervousness in the eyes that looked at Meng Chu.

Fortunately, she could see it, and responded to the waiter, "I usually like spicy food, it's just my personal taste."

Watching the waiter leave, she met her gaze and asked jokingly, "Listen, are you happy?"

Mu Yanzheng asked her to have another child more than once before, but now she is not pregnant, but was misunderstood by the waiter.

Mu Yanzheng nodded, but didn't answer.

Meng Chu stared at him with a smile in his eyes for a few seconds before mentioning what she had to do when she returned to the company in the morning.

"Those designers have already produced a design, but they are almost ready."

"Chengyuan's artists, Mu Shi provides clothing, which can be ignored."

"why?"

"Including your five designers, it would be very tiring to design twenty or thirty high-end and rigorous clothing."

"As a designer,...who remembers being tired when you get the money."

Mu Yanzheng was speechless.

Originally, he thought she would say something about selfless dedication, but what happened next was really unexpected.

"You are Mrs. Mu's wife, and your son is Mr. Mu's son. Are you still short of money?"

"That's your money, and it's not Meng."

Meng Chu insisted on making a clear distinction for him, but Mu Yanzheng shook his head helplessly, picked up the tea that was served in advance, and drank it boredly.

When the food was served, Meng Chu stretched his head to smell the aroma of the food.

Mu Yanzheng had never seen her like this before, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Meng Chu has always had two sides. At work, it can be said that he does not recognize his relatives, but in his private life, he is obviously a mother of a five-year-old child, but he has a cute look that is very easy to satisfy.

"Eat, I specially ordered the non-spicy one for you. If you want to try the spicy one, please feel free."

Meng Chu rolled up his sleeves, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken offal, chewed it in his mouth, and nodded.

"Well, it tastes good."

Seeing her great appetite, Mu Yanzheng thought to himself, he really came to the right place.

Meng Chu, who was eating with relish, caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at the corner table of the restaurant from the corner of his eye.