Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

"Ang, it's nothing."

Meng Chu stopped in time and shook his head.

She still cares about other people's affairs indecently.

After all, the girl in front of her doesn't seem to be as pure-hearted as she appears on the surface.

"Li Daozhi and I are in a relationship right now. The age difference is a bit big, and my parents will definitely not agree. Moreover, he doesn't really like me."

"??"

Just tell a person who you met for the first time without any scruples and have only been in touch for less than a day?
Meng Chu didn't understand, but didn't ask too much.

At this time, Mu Cen, who was sitting next to Meng Chu and eating fruit, proposed to go upstairs, but insisted on Meng Chu's company.

The little guy suddenly became headstrong, and Meng Chu had no choice but to say sorry to Fu Jing.

As soon as the mother and son went upstairs, Fu Jing stood up from the sofa, walked around the living room, and looked around.

Mrs. Yu and the servants were cleaning. Seeing her acting strangely, she couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

Here, Meng Chu accompanied his son back to the room.

As soon as the two entered, Mu Cen let out a long and heavy sigh of relief.

"Hey."

Seeing that his son seemed to have experienced some great helplessness, Meng Chu couldn't help laughing: "How can you look like an 80-year-old old man at such a young age."

Mu Cen ignored it, and instead asked: "Mommy, that grandpa is so old, why did he still find such a young girlfriend?"

"!!"

Meng Chu was surprised, she didn't expect that Fu Jing's words just now would be taken into consideration by her son.

No wonder, suddenly being self-willed, he insisted on going upstairs while the guests were still there.

Thinking of this, Meng Chu felt relieved.

"Freedom of love, you children don't understand. Stay well, Mommy will go down to accompany the guests."

Instructing him, Meng Chu opened the door again and went out.

When she went down, Fu Jing was not in the living room.

Looking at Mrs. Yu, he asked, "Where is he?"

Mrs. Yu was still holding the cleaning towel in her hand and motioned her in one direction.

Meng Chu walked around the screen of the crane picture in the living room, and saw Fu Jing standing in front of a window with his hands behind his back, staring in a daze at the red plum trees swaying from side to side in the wind outside.

She walked over without making a sound, stood beside Fu Jing, turned her head and asked, "Like it?"

Suddenly, Fu Jing, who was in a trance, was taken aback. The next second, he smiled and nodded.

"When I was young, I also planted plants in the yard of my home. I didn't expect that the homes of rich people like you would also plant them."

Meng Chu heheed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Then he turned his gaze out of the window, "Flowers, plants and trees, regardless of land boundaries, can be planted anywhere, as long as they are suitable."

"Is it the same as a human?"

The sudden words surprised Meng Chu.

"Why is Miss Fu so sad?"

Fu Jing lowered her eyebrows and smiled far-fetchedly.

"When we first met, I shouldn't have said too much to Ms. Mengchu."

At this point, she turned slightly sideways, looked at Meng Chu, and stepped forward to hold her hand.

"When we met for the first time, I felt that Miss Mengchu was different from other rich wives. You gave people the impression that you were gentle and kind, like a big sister with a close heart. I couldn't help but want to confide in my heart."

is it?

Why didn't she feel this way herself?
"I didn't expect that I still have such a charm."

Meng Chu couldn't help boasting.

At this moment, a man's voice came from the other end of the stairs.

Meng Chu guessed that Mu Yanzheng had finished talking with Li Daozhi.

So, he said to Fu Jing who was still dull: "They seem to have come down."

After saying that, she took Fu Jing's hand away and walked towards the living room first.

Turning around the screen, I saw two men standing in the corridor.

"Stay for dinner?"

Out of politeness, Meng Chu tried to persuade him to stay.

Li Daozhi smiled slightly and nodded to her, "No, there are other things in a while."

While speaking, Fu Jing passed Meng Chu and walked towards Li Daozhi.

Before leaving, he glanced at Mu Yanzheng.

After sending him out the door, Mu Yanzheng returned to the living room.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Meng Chu couldn't help asking: "That girl just now, less contact, or try not to contact her."

"Why?"

Mu Yanzheng's words are a little puzzling.

But Meng Chu also guessed a little bit.

"Is it because..."

"Bad impression."

Before she could finish speaking, Mu Yanzheng spoke first.

Meng Chu was a little speechless. Thinking of his son's actions just now, he secretly joked that these two are indeed father and son.

At noon, Mu Yanzheng had lunch at home.

At the dinner table, he mentioned Mu Yanli, "Very well-behaved, but something feels wrong."

"what happened?"

"Based on his previous temperament, he is not able to stay in such a low-level environment. From Lao Zhang's report and the monitoring display, he feels that he is quiet and scary."

Meng Chu felt ridiculous at his suspicion.

"Maybe he was cheated by a woman last time, and he changed?"

"No, no. After all, he is Mu Yunting's son, and the father and son are extremely concerned about face."

"Didn't you ask him to clean the toilet and file room? What a leisurely job. Many people should envy you, right?"

"You think so?"

"Ang. Maybe he also thinks the same as me? Or, if you don't worry, let someone investigate. By the way, Wen Ya, who you said last time that you want to investigate..."

"There are clues. The information is in the office, and I will bring it to you when I come back tonight."

At the dinner table, the two adults were busy talking about things, completely ignoring their son who was buried in his meal.

After a while, Mu Cen looked up at Mu Yanzheng, "Someone said, I'm not your son, why don't you respond online?"

As soon as these words came out, Meng Chu was stunned.

She looked at Mu Yanzheng. After hearing this, someone was still eating as if nothing had happened.

A few seconds later, he finished his last bite, put down his chopsticks, and stared straight at Mu Cen who was still waiting for an answer.

"How do you want to respond?"

"At least prove that I'm your son, otherwise I won't be able to hold my head up in school."

When Mu Cen mentioned this, he felt aggrieved.

"What would you think if you posted a paternity test on the Internet?"

Mu Yanzheng asked a question that he was afraid to face when he was experiencing whether the child belonged to his family.

"I didn't think much about it. It proves that I am your son. Netizens, especially my classmate's parents, will definitely stop talking about my background behind my back."

"Since you don't think too much about it, it doesn't matter to me."

After speaking, Mu Yanzheng stood up, and suddenly turned to Mengchu again, "Going out this afternoon?"

"Well, go to the supermarket."

"It's cold now, so stay away from going out."

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the company is on holiday. I'll accompany you to the supermarket."

"...anything is fine."

Meng Chu looked at him and nodded dully.

When he went out, Mu Cen came to Meng Chu with a bowl and whispered, "What did he mean just now?"

"which aspect?"

"It's my relationship with him."

Meng Chu was amused by his ignorant and cute son, thought for a while and said, "Wait."

"Ok?"

Although the little guy didn't understand much, he didn't ask further.

The mother and son came out of the kitchen, and Mu Yanzheng was no longer at home.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Mu Group issued a statement on the official website of WB.

It is to prove that Mu Yanzheng and Mu Cen are parent-child.

Immediately following it was a piece issued by the legal department to sue the big V media of the major marketing accounts.