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

Leng Yeting was stunned for a moment, then turned around and held Wei Yan in his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her, with a low voice: "Why are you crying? I'm fine."

Wei Yan pursed her lips tightly: "I'm not crying for you, I'm happy, and you deserve it. I let you bully me all day long, and now you're done."

Leng Yeting was amused by her hard mouth and lowered his head to bite her lips: "Your lips are so soft, why are your words so hard?"

Wei Yan stretched out her hand to push him, but Leng Yeting didn't let go. He lowered his head and gently sucked the tears from her face.

The tears tasted very salty, but he patiently kissed her cheeks clean drop by drop.

The gentler his movements were, the tears in her eyes couldn't stop.

Leng Yeting sighed: "Why didn't I realize you were so crying before? You're still a crybaby."

Wei Yan wiped his face carelessly and said unwillingly: "I have never seen you so shameless before!"

Leng Yeting laughed softly at this choked statement.

Wei Yan went back to the room, washed her face, and called the family doctor overnight to treat Leng Yeting's wound.

By the time the work was over, it was already midnight.

There are new wounds and old wounds on Leng Yeting's back, and there are scars on Leng Yeting's back from the injuries he suffered to protect her when Mr. Jin's house collapsed in Yecheng last time.

Wei Yan stood nearby, his eyes slightly red, watching the doctor carefully apply medicine and bandage to his wound before he regained his composure.

The doctor gave some instructions and finally added: "Be careful not to get wet when bathing. Just scrub your upper body in the next two days."

Leng Yeting nodded, and then his eyes fell on Wei Yan.

Wei Yan said nothing.

It wasn't until the doctor left that Leng Yeting said, "Did you hear what the doctor said?"

Wei Yan pointed to the door: "I heard it, Mr. Leng, it's time for you to go back to your home to wash up and sleep."

Leng Yeting pointed to the wounds on his back: "You have the heart to let me leave like this? Besides, my back is full of wounds. How can I wipe them by myself? You can't help me?"

Wei Yan showed a professional fake smile: "Mr. Leng, as your former secretary and your current neighbor, I called a doctor to deal with it. I have done my best to take you in until now."

Leng Yeting smiled: "Shouldn't you do your best and send Buddha to the West?"

Wei Yan folded her arms ruthlessly: "I see that the aura you had when you climbed over the wall just now doesn't look like you need me to send you."

This man ruined his own body, and there was no ambiguity about it.

Wei Yan had felt heartbroken just now, but now that she thought that he dared to climb over the wall even though he was injured, he suddenly started to get angry.

Leng Yeting came a little closer, looked at Wei Yan's face, and softened his voice: "But I do feel a lot of pain..."

Wei Yan was startled.

When had he ever shown weakness?

But never.

The next second, Leng Yeting pulled her and coaxed in a low voice: "Secretary Wei, can you help me? I'll wash it myself. If the wound becomes infected, it will be troublesome."

Wei Yan's brain instantly turned to mush, and he just hesitated...

By the time she reacted, the two of them had already entered the bathroom.

In the steamy hot water, Wei Yan carefully wiped his body with a towel.

This man had a back injury, not a broken hand!

Pushing the hot towel into his hand, she shouted with a red face: "Wash your lower body yourself!"

Leng Yeting looked at her running out of the bathroom in a panic, with a smile in his eyes, and shook his head with some regret: "It's a pity that she ran so fast."