After I left my job, I became pregnant with my ex-boss’s child.

Fu Ci came back from Pucheng the next morning.

As soon as he arrived in Ancheng, he called his subordinates. After the subordinates who were arranged by Ye Qingyin reported to him Ye Qingyin's current location, he breathed a sigh of relief and headed towards Feiyun without hiding. .

After placing all the evidence in front of Zhan Beiming, Fu Ci happily sat down and even crossed his slender legs.

Zhan Beiming read the information twice in silence, his eyes turned cold.

The small conference room was eerily quiet. Finally, Fu Ci couldn't help but break the atmosphere: "Brother Zhan, on the surface it seems to be directed at me. No, it's my eldest brother. In fact, he has some intentions behind his back. You know, yes." Bar?"

After saying that, Fu Ci looked at Leng Yeting who was standing by the window.

From the moment he came in, Leng Yeting stood at the window, looking at the city traffic outside, his dark eyes dark and silent.

"Brother Ye Ting." Fu Ci called.

"Say." Leng Yeting said calmly without turning around.

Fu Ci was depressed: "Brother Ye Ting, I didn't offend you either, I'm just being cold and cold."

"I'm waiting for your brother's call." Leng Yeting said.

Fu Ci sighed, looked back at Zhan Beiming, put away his long legs and sat up straight: "Brother Zhan, this is bullying you, it's like stepping on your face with the sole of his shoe, you can't We can’t just let it go.”

Of course Zhan Beiming would not let it go like this. Out of personal friendship, he might let Gu Dala live, but Gu Dala's behavior not only made Fu Ci suffer, but also almost cost Ji Liang and Wei Yan their lives.

Also, at least ten of the innocent car owners who passed by on the road that day were killed in car accidents caused by Gutala's stupid men.

All of this, Zhan Beiming has to blame on Gu La.

Zhan Beiming's thick eyebrows knitted tightly. He paused and turned to look at Leng Yeting who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Ye Ting."

Leng Yeting turned his head slightly and met his gaze with his dark eyes.

The light outside the window was extremely cold, hitting Leng Yeting's profile. Zhan Beiming found that Leng Yeting seemed to be in a worse mood than himself.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhan Beiming asked.

Leng Yeting paused and glanced at Fu Ci.

Fu Ci originally thought Leng Yeting was partial, but he didn't look back when he called him, but when Zhan Beiming called him, he turned around.

However, when Leng Yeting looked at him like this, Fu Ci suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

Leng Yeting said: "An hour ago, Song Zhi sent me a message. Fu Chuan's DNA was suspected to be found in the corpses found previously."

Fu Ci's eyes widened for a moment, and Zhan Beiming couldn't believe it: "What?!"

"It's just a suspicion," Leng Yeting looked back out the window with cold eyes, "I'm waiting for Fu Mosheng's call."

Fu Ci's heartbeat was pounding. He raised his hand to cover his chest, panicking: "That's impossible. My third brother... is a very smart person."

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. Fu Ci picked up his phone and called Fu Mosheng.

But it says shut down.

Fu Ci thought for a while and called Leng Wuyou again.

As a result, Leng Wuyou also shut down his phone.

"Fuck! What are you doing?!" Fu Ci yelled angrily.

The door of the small conference room was suddenly knocked at this time.

Fu Ci immediately looked over and saw Ji Liang coming in. Fu Ci's eyes turned red and he hurried over: "Sister Ji Liang!!"

Ji Liang was holding a tablet in his hand. He was frightened by Fu Ci's appearance and looked him up and down: "What's wrong?"

Fu Ci opened his mouth, not knowing whether to say anything.

"Are you crying?" Ji Liang asked.

"Ahhhh!!" Fu Ci held his head, wiped his face and said, "Sister Ji Liang, let me wash my face!!"

He raised his feet and walked quickly.

Ji Liang looked at him strangely, came in with a tablet and said, "Wuyou just sent an email to Yanyan. Her phone is most likely being monitored. She changed her number, but she doesn't have your contact information. She The only thing I can remember is Yanyan’s mobile phone.”

Leng Yeting and Zhan Beiming looked at her at the same time.

Ji Liang said: "Why...are you looking at me like that?"

She took out two post-it notes: "This is Wuyou's new contact information, and it belongs to Fu Mosheng. Fu Mosheng is very worried now, so he asked Wuyou to contact you. Please contact me."