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

The atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

After a pause, Fu Mosheng walked forward, stretching out his fingers to slightly lift Ji Liang's face.

Ji Liang immediately stopped talking and wouldn't let him touch her.

"Still angry with me?" Fu Mo's voice was hoarse.

Ji Liang remained silent.

"I'm not angry anymore, can you?" Fu Mo coaxed.

He rarely spoke in such a soft tone, but Ji Liang still couldn't accept the thought that there were so many sharp thorns hidden behind his softness.

"It's not that I'm angry or not angry," Ji Liang raised his head and looked at Fu Mosheng, "Young Master Fu, I'm far enough away from your life, why are you still unwilling to let me go?"

Fu Mo said in a deep voice: "Ji Liang, who can let go of each other?"

"I still have something to do, please go."

"Whatever you want to do, I'll accompany you."

"I don't need your company."

"I want to accompany you," Fu Mosheng approached her again, oppressing her condescendingly, his black eyes as dark as the night, "I will accompany you as Ye Ting accompanies Wei Yan."

When he mentioned Leng Yeting and Wei Yan, Ji Liang felt his eyes sore inexplicably.

Yes, her good sisters are the people she envies most in the world. She has imagined herself and Fu Mosheng from Wei Yan and Leng Yeting more than once. However, when Fu Mosheng really said such words, Ji Liang only felt that Heartache.

Some hurt is always hurt.

Every time he sees Diandian so cute and the stars so sweet, Ji Liang will think of the child he once lost.

Ji Liang shook his head: "I don't need it anymore."

Fu Mo Sheng, it's too late, late, I don't need it at all.

Ji Liang went back to get his bag and smiled at Fu Mosheng: "If you like to stay in my room, you can keep it. I'll leave first. Doctor Wu and Niannian both need me."

After speaking, Ji Liang left without looking back.

The door was not closed tightly by her and was only slightly ajar. Fu Mosheng stood silently for a long time. He turned around and looked at the half-closed door, his eyebrows forming a "chuan".

The cell phone rang suddenly, and Fu Mo lowered his head. It was Leng Yeting calling.

"Hello?" Fu Mosheng answered the phone in a depressed mood.

"Huh?" As a friend for many years, Leng Yeting immediately heard something was wrong in his voice, "What happened."

"Nothing, is something wrong?"

"The inspection report is out, the latest one," Leng Yeting's voice was deep, "According to the report, Fu Chuan is probably not dead."

Fu Mo paused, and most of the depressed mood in his eyes dissipated: "Really?"

"But with your current situation, you probably won't be able to go back to Atlanta."

Fu Mo Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Fu Ci is at your place, are you okay?"

"He's right behind me."

Fu Ci at the conference table heard Leng Yeting's words and raised his head curiously.

"It's not appropriate to let Fu Ci pass by," Fu Mo said lightly, twitching the corners of his lips, "Maybe I should send another team and go quietly."

"You have your own arrangements, then follow your own arrangements."

"So, what about you Xinghai? Fu Ci has been imprisoned by you for so long, it's time to release him."

"Well, he will go back tomorrow."

Fu Ci felt nervous behind him and looked at Leng Yeting without blinking, thinking he was talking about something.

When Leng Yeting finally ended the call with Fu Mosheng and turned around, Fu Ci said nervously: "Brother Yeting, does my brother want me to go back?"

"You have rest tomorrow." Leng Yeting said.

"It's better to go to Xinghai," Fu Ci leaned back and put his hands on the back of his head. "Isn't it said that traffic on the street is inconvenient? I don't know what to do when I go out."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the already open door behind him.

Leng Yeting raised his eyes and Fu Ci also looked back.

Louise stood at the door and looked at them with a smile: "Hello."