Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

Maybe because she heard the voice, when Aunt Yu waited for a few servants to run over, she was startled.

Who is Zhang Qizheng, the overseas black industry chain almost all passes through his hands, otherwise there is no chance of survival.

Back then, Huang Juan was a junior, she got pregnant privately, and died before the child was born, so she was somewhat related to Qi Zheng.

Even though the members of the Mu family knew about it, no one dared to discuss a word in private.

But now this little fellow Mu Cen, because he doesn't know Zhang Qizheng's identity, so...

While Mrs. Yu and the others were worried, Zhang Qizheng gave them a calm look, signaling them to back off.

Aunt Yu didn't dare to intervene too much, and signaled the other servants to leave as well.

Mu Cen was still staring at the man in front of him, and stood guard at the entrance.

At this moment, Zhang Qi smiled lowly: "I'm a guest, why... don't you invite me in?"

Zhang Qizheng generously forgives what happened just now.

After all, this little guy in front of him is the child of his only nephew, and he is also the next person in power of the Mu family.

"Of course guests can enter, but they need to explain the reason for coming here."

After being serious, he softened his voice again and asked, "Are you looking for Ms. Mengchu, or Mr. Mu?"

Looking at his appearance and style, Zhang Qi couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.But he straightened up and replied solemnly:
"I'm Zhang Lanying's younger brother, Mu Yanzheng's uncle, and my name is Zhang Qizheng."

"My grandma's brother? Isn't that mine..."

This question is a bit out of line, Mu Cen counted on his fingers.

Looking at the soft and cute little guy, no matter how hard the heart is, it has to become soft.

"Uncle."

Before he could figure it out, Zhang Qizheng informed the answer in advance.

Mu Cen was still worried, but first invited the guests into the living room out of politeness, and then he went upstairs to call Meng Chu.

Zhang Qi was sitting on the sofa alone, and he didn't see him come down after a long time, so he went to the kitchen.

Mrs. Yu and the others were cooking, when they caught a glimpse of someone standing at the door from the corner of their eyes, they were startled, and immediately said respectfully: "Mr. Zhang, lunch will be ready soon, you wait in the living room first."

Zhang Qizheng didn't make things difficult for them, and obediently went back to the living room.

Mu Cen upstairs used his phone watch to call Meng Chu, but because he couldn't get through, he had to go downstairs with his phone watch.

Zhang Qi was looking sideways, and the sharpness between his brows disappeared in an instant.

"Come on, let uncle see you."

Mu Cen pouted, approached step by step, and handed over the phone and watch without any fuss.

"Can you fix it? It seems broken."

Zhang Qizheng picked it up with a smile, checked it left and right, and threw it back on the coffee table, "It's indeed broken, and I guess it can't be repaired."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone from the pocket of the windbreaker he had taken off, and dialed a number.

"Go to the best mobile phone store in the city and buy a set of telephone watches."

After finishing speaking, he turned off his phone and put it on the coffee table.

Mu Cen stared at him for a few seconds, then stepped forward and took away his broken phone and watch.

Seeing how cherished he was, Zhang Qizheng couldn't help asking: "Who bought this for you?"

"My mommy."

After Mu Cen finished speaking, he still didn't forget to look up at him.

Said to be uncle, but since he came to Mu's family, he has never seen a relative.

Perhaps Zhang Qizheng didn't want the atmosphere to be too embarrassing, so he took the initiative to ask: "Have you studied yet?"

Mu Cen looked back and nodded.

At this time, the TV was broadcasting the explosion that happened years ago, and the police announced the news of the suspect yesterday.

"Our station reported that two suspects were arrested in the bombing of the science and technology museum years ago. Guo and Wang, because of their revenge on the society, took advantage of their identities as chemical factory workers to secretly develop explosives..."

"Joyful and beautiful..."

Before the announcer finished broadcasting, Zhang Qizheng directly took the remote control and tuned to the next animation channel.

Mu Cen, who had already sat down on the sofa opposite, turned to look at him.

"Not suitable for children."

Zhang Qizheng's face was neither blushing nor his heart was beating, he said it as a matter of course.

Aunt Yu came out of the kitchen after finishing lunch, and saw the harmonious scene in the living room.

The boss actually has such a down-to-earth side, at this moment it looks like the grandfather is accompanying the grandson.

"Mr. Zhang, I need to call our young master and wife first."

Aunt Yu approached boldly, then picked up the landline in the living room, and just before dialing, she raised her head and saw a new black car parked outside the courtyard.

She hesitated until she saw Mu Yanzheng get off the car.

"Mr. Zhang, the young master is back."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Qi was looking out the French window.

Mu Yanzheng opened the door for Meng Chu himself, and the bodyguard opened the gate of the courtyard for her.

As the two were about to enter, Zhang Qi was sitting still, but Mu Cen, who was opposite him, jumped up and ran to the entrance.

"How much homework have you done?"

As soon as Meng Chu entered the door, he started asking questions.

Because Mu Cen had guests at home, he deliberately chose not to answer.

It was Mu Yanzheng who noticed something was wrong when he stepped into the porch.

Aunt Yu came over to pick up the things they bought, and said by the way: "Master, Mr. Zhang is here."

Meng Chu was rubbing his son's hair, but when he heard that Mr. Zhang was obviously taken aback, he looked at Mu Yanzheng.

He gave her a calm look, walked quickly across the corridor to the living room.

Meng Chu hesitated behind whether to go to say hello first, or to go upstairs and go back to the bedroom first.

Just as he was hesitating, a questioning voice came from the living room: "Where is your wife?"

Immediately afterwards, I heard Mu Yanzheng calling her: "Ah Chu."

Meng Chu's erratic mind finally settled down and led his son to the living room.

"uncle."

"sit."

Zhang Qizheng signaled that his expression was not as serious as the one he saw yesterday.

Meng Chu's tense nerves slowly relaxed, and he sat down next to Mu Yanzheng. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mu Cen's phone watch on the coffee table.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Qizheng on the opposite side stepped forward and leaned over to take it away.

"It's been a long time, it's not durable."

After speaking, he threw it back to the original place.

Meng Chu realized it later, and turned to look at the little guy. He lowered his head guiltily.

Seeing this, Aunt Yu quickly interrupted: "Lunch is ready, why don't you eat first."

Zhang Qizheng was the first to stand up, and Mu Yanzheng also glanced at Mengchu, and got up at the same time.

In the restaurant, lunch is very rich.

Zhang Qi is just like at his own home, without any restraint, he serves the food by himself and brings the little one along.

Meng Chu, who was sitting across from him, watched his series of operations in a daze.

Until, Zhang Qizheng sat down and said, "My old sister can't be persuaded, let her stay for now."

Mu Yanzheng just listened and didn't make a sound, let alone the movement of eating.

"How come I never saw you?"

In the quiet restaurant, Mu Cen boldly asked for a long time.

And his seat was next to Zhang Qizheng.

Meng Chu wanted to stop Mu Cen, but Zhang Qi said with a smile, "Ask your father, how many times has he met me?"

Since Mu Yanzheng took over as the Mu family, he has met three times in total, and he has never spoken on the phone throughout the year, because his mother is still there.

However, before him, when he was beside Qin Musheng, he had met him once or twice by chance.