Mismarried ex-wife got pregnant and fled

When Meng Chu rushed out the door, he saw the stagnant atmosphere in the living room on the first floor.

Mu Yanzheng and Mu Yunzhang were standing opposite each other. If it wasn't for the coffee table between them, they might have already started fighting.

For a moment, she looked apprehensively at this situation.

For a long time, she quietly went down from the second floor, and just as she stepped down the last step, she heard Mu Yunzhang ask coldly: "Do you agree or not?!"

At this time, Mu Yanzheng sat down calmly, put one hand on the sofa, and said lazily, "I said, unless they break up."

Mu Yunzhang's sunken eye sockets widened immediately, and he pointed at Mu Yanzheng who was opposite him emotionally: "Is there someone like you who is a younger brother! Mingzhu is your sister, how could you treat her like this!"

How to her?

It seems that they are discussing about Mu Mingzhu.

Meng Chu, who was not far away, was confused and did not dare to go forward to persuade him.

Even if she stood on Mu Yunzhang's side, she still wouldn't gain a good reputation, would still be called a hypocrite, and would cause trouble for Mu Yanzheng instead.

Thinking of this, she just stood there, motionless, as if watching a play.

Unexpectedly, Mu Yanzheng suddenly stood up, turned around and saw her.

Because she just woke up, she was wearing extremely thin clothes.

"Go upstairs."

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Mu Yanzheng forced her to do so.

Meng Chu looked at Mu Yunzhang behind him who was blowing his beard and staring with anger, turned around obediently, and walked up step by step.

The atmosphere downstairs was not much better than before. After a brief pause, Mu Yunzhang's voice came again: "Just treat this widow as you pity Mingzhu, and let her have something to rely on."

The sudden humiliation made Meng Chu, who was about to go back to the bedroom, stunned.

How did Mu Mingzhu get to this point? Could it be Fan Qingyu?

Meng Chu turned around, she wanted to hear what Mu Yanzheng had to say.

So, at the guardrail, I hid myself in the corner, and could clearly hear the voice downstairs.

"It must be him?"

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Yanzheng's cold and deep voice sounded.

Mu Yunzhang also softened his tone: "My daughter is Mingzhu. She has been married once, and there was an accident in the marriage, which made it difficult to conceive for life. For someone like her, I want to find a good condition in Rongcheng. , It’s even more difficult than ascending to the sky.”

"Fan Qingyu is not Chinese, so what uncle said just now is contradictory. Since you are only a daughter, after Mingzhu..."

Before Mu Yanzheng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Yunzhang, who hurriedly explained: "Ah Zheng, it's because he is not a Chinese, so we want him to be our son-in-law."

"..."

After not hearing Mu Yanzheng speak for a long time, Meng Chu came out from the corner and stood on the guardrail on the second floor clearly.

"Since the purpose is to find a son-in-law, why not find another major, does it have to be in finance?"

Meng Chu looked down condescendingly, and her words also aroused Mu Yunzhang's displeasure.

Seeing that they were about to make sense with Mu Yanzheng, Meng Chu suddenly appeared again.

"I remember that Mingzhu's major is linguistics. Why did they get together because of their hobbies? Also, Mingzhu has been running around because of your detention for a while. How did she get to know each other?" and make a boyfriend?"

"..."

After these words, Mu Yunzhang was speechless.

Mu Yanzheng stood up, raised his head slightly, looked into Meng Chu's gaze, and smiled hotly.

Not only the living room, but even the house fell into a long silence after Meng Chu finished speaking.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Yunzhang fell down on the sofa as if lost in his soul, muttering in his mouth: "Ah Zheng, you can't be so unfeeling."

Mu Yanzheng withdrew his gaze, turned around slowly, with an imposing manner.

"Everything is for the development of the Mu family, and has nothing to do with being absolutely unrelenting."

"Now Jinzhou and Banyan are both in the Mu family, what's the matter with having one more Qingyu?"

"It's nothing? With such a big Mu family, it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less. But, he happens to be a financial man."

"..."

Mu Yunzhang was silent again.

After Mu Yanzheng meditated, the stern look on his body gradually dissipated.

"How about this, you go back and ask Mingzhu, let her investigate this Fan Qingyu in private. If you insist on being together and plan to get married, let him go to another department."

This was his biggest concession, not to mention whether it was because of jealousy that Mu Mingzhu specially hired a financial student to compete with each other on purpose.

"Okay, I'll do what you want, and I hope you can keep your promise in the end, Ah Zheng."

Mu Yunzhang sighed heavily and stood up from the sofa.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to glance at the second floor.

At this time, there was no one at the guardrail on the second floor.

Meng Chu ran back to the bedroom because his phone rang.

When she hung up the phone, Mu Yanzheng just opened the door and came in.

Perhaps it was because the high fever had just subsided, and the whole person looked particularly bad.

"Do you want to go to the hospital for an examination?"

"A doctor will come to the house at noon."

"..."

That being the case, it was inconvenient for her to say anything.

But her actions made Mu Yanzheng suspicious.

Still clutching the phone in his hand, he looked preoccupied.

"what happened to you?"

Stepping forward, he gently embraced her in his arms, lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of her hair.

Meng Chu enjoyed his intimacy very much, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Let me tell you something."

"what?"

Mu Yanzheng's voice was languid and drowsy.

"My third aunt and her son are coming to Rongcheng, let them come to our house temporarily."

After saying this, Meng Chu left his arms.

Mu Yanzheng became energetic in an instant, looked down at her brows and eyes, and agreed without thinking.

"I listen to you."

The two agreed.

In a blink of an eye, two days later, the third aunt came here in a taxi.

After all, he is a countryman, and he feels fresh wherever he goes.

The third aunt is nearly 60 years old, with gray hair, haggard appearance and curved back.

But Jia Yan, a 40-year-old uncle, has dark skin and a tall man.

He helped the old lady to see the lavish villa in front of him, and his eyes immediately glistened with gold.

"Mother, look, the villa."

"This is what Ah Chu said."

The old lady took out a small yellowed book from her handbag, found a line of small characters, and insisted that Jia Yan take it to confirm with the gatekeeper.

After all, Jia Yan was literate. Comparing the writing on the surrounding wall, he knew it was here.

In order to reassure the old lady, he still pretended to approach the bodyguard.

"Excuse me, is this address here?"

The bodyguard saw his innocent face, took a look at the small notebook, and returned it to him.

"It's here. What can you do with Mr. Mu?"

"Mu? I'm not looking for him, I'm looking for Mengchu."

"Ma'am?" the bodyguard repeated, looking him up and down again.

Just about to confirm his identity again, the old lady called Jia Yan back.

"What are you asking, just give her a call."

After this reminder, Jia Yan hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, but before dialing, a convertible sports car drove by and stopped firmly on the parking lot not far away.

Looking at the girl coming down from above, Jia Yan was obsessed and forgot about his business.