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

Two years later.

Anseong Central Airport.

Wei Yan walked out of the cabin among the crowd.

She has a graceful figure, translucent white skin, exquisite makeup on her face, her hair is casually draped over her shoulders, and she is dazzlingly beautiful in a long red dress.

Everyone passing by, regardless of gender, couldn't help but take a few more glances.

But she had no time to pay attention to other people's eyes. She was walking with a simple luggage bag in one hand and talking to Fu Chuan, the assistant on the other end of the Bluetooth headset: "I have got off the plane and will be out soon."

Fu Chuan's voice on the other end was enthusiastic and clear: "I'm already waiting at the airport pick-up gate!"

Two years later, when she returned to Ancheng, she didn't have much time to experience the feeling of "fear of being close to home". She was only busy attending meetings at the Secretary Training Center.

After giving birth to her son Diandian, she began to seek job opportunities abroad.

After much thought, she finally thought of her old job, which she had been doing for four years, and then single-handedly founded the Diandian Secretary Training Center.

The development has been good in the past two years. Wei Yan decided to establish a branch and tried many options... In the end, he felt that Ancheng was the most suitable.

This is the place she is most familiar with at work, with her best friends and people she wants to forget in her dreams but never dares to touch again.

Ancheng is so big, and her identity is as different as that of that person. If you don't go out of your way to meet him, you probably won't have much chance of meeting him.

Just as Wei Yan was thinking this, he heard a low exclamation from around him: "It's Leng Yeting! It's Leng Yeting!!"

She stopped abruptly and looked in the direction of the voice with some disbelief.

Then she saw Leng Yeting, tall and tall, stepping out of the crowd not far behind her.

After not seeing each other for two years, he only looked a little colder, not much different from before.

Almost instantly, he caught her gaze.

His steps paused slightly, perhaps because he was too surprised, his pupils shrank visibly, and his eyes became colder the next second.

Wei Yan watched him gradually approach her, feeling a little dazed for a moment, as if the past two years had been folded in Leng Yeting's few steps and had suddenly ceased to exist.

Until, a soft hand slowly placed on Leng Yeting's arm.

The woman standing next to Leng Yeting held his arm affectionately and said coquettishly, "I don't know if it's because of the rain today. My feet feel sore after flying for a long time."

Wei Yan looked at the man in disbelief.

The person holding Leng Yeting's arm was actually - Mu Wenwen!

Leng Yeting, who never allowed other women to get close, did not leave Mu Wenwen alone.

But after hearing Mu Wenwen's coquettishness, he bent down and hugged Mu Wenwen horizontally.

When people saw this romantic gesture, they all exclaimed.

After Mu Wenwen was surprised in everyone's envious eyes, she put her hands around Leng Yeting's neck and buried her face in his chest with a shy face.

Leng Yeting kept walking out with Mu Wenwen in his arms. Except for the first time, he never cast a glance on Wei Yan again.

The throbbing in Wei Yan's heart gradually calmed down, and a silent pain spread.

"Sister Yan!"

Fu Chuan suddenly shouted in surprise from the crowd.

Wei Yan looked up and saw assistant Fu Chuan running towards her quickly, with obvious joy on his face: "Sister Yan, look here! I finally got you!"

As soon as Wei Yan saw his direction clearly, she saw him rushing towards her like a whirlwind and hugging her.

Wei Yan was hugged, and she quickly adjusted her emotions that were about to leak out, and pushed Fu Chuan away in a funny way, "Okay, okay, let's go quickly, we will be late for the meeting later."

Fu Chuan pouted unhappily: "I only have meetings all day long! Workaholic! We haven't seen each other for a month, don't you miss me?"

Wei Yan smiled and coaxed: "I want to think about it. How dare I not think about it."

Not far away, Leng Yeting's eyes were locked on Wei Yan. When he heard the conversation here, his expression turned cold.