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

After Leng Yeting's car left the imperial garden, it drove off the long street as fast as possible.

The autumn night was particularly clean, and the engine of Leng Yeting's sports car roared past.

In the darkness, a camera rotated along with his car. Finally, the camera returned to its original position and focused on the largest villa in the Royal Garden.

An City was still bustling at night, but the roads were smooth. Half an hour later, Leng Yeting stood in front of Carol's body.

Zhou Zheng and Sun Xiong had arrived early, and the forensic doctor was doing a preliminary examination of Carol's body.

The cause of death was very simple. The direct cause of death was mechanical asphyxia.

The forensic doctor and Zhou Zheng were classmates in high school. They had a good relationship. The forensic doctor lamented: "This man is very unfortunate. Although he did not die when he fell into the sea, it caused him great damage. A detailed scan and anatomy are needed to Knowing how severe the damage to his internal organs was.”

Zhou Zheng smiled lightly: "Maybe this is retribution."

"Haha, I thought you were a staunch materialist, but I didn't expect you to say these two words." The forensic doctor shook his head and continued to work.

Zhou Zheng's cell phone rang at this moment. Zhou Zheng turned around and went out to answer the call. After answering, he came back. When he came to Leng Yeting's side, he said, "The owner of that truck, his body has been found."

Leng Yeting glanced sideways: "Corpse?"

"Well, one Q hits the heart."

Leng Yeting frowned: "How old is this driver? Does he have a family?"

"Thirty-six years old, widowed, with a son and a daughter."

Leng Yeting was silent for a moment and said: "Make good arrangements for his children to ensure that they will be wealthy for the rest of their lives."

He was talking about wealth, not a safe life.

Wuyu is based on food, clothing and health, but the meaning of wealth is completely different when it comes from Leng Yeting's mouth.

Zhou Zheng nodded: "Yes."

The reason why the other party directly killed people and seized the car this time was because Leng Yeting had already sent people to crack down on the black market since the day of Wei Yan's accident. At least in the past three months, the other party would not be able to get another car or car from the black market. cell phone.

Therefore, the danger fell on the innocent driver.

The forensic doctor was about to start a detailed examination and issue a report, but Leng Yeting didn't stay any longer and turned to leave.

Zhou Zheng came out after chatting with the forensic doctor for a while, only to see Sun Xiong standing at the end of the corridor talking with a cigarette in his hand.

It had been a while since I saw Leng Yeting smoking. Zhou Zheng stepped forward and said, "Mr. Leng."

Leng Yeting looked sideways at him: "How long will it take for all the route surveillance that this car has appeared in to be released?"

Zhou Zhengdao: "It should be soon. I'll call to hurry up."

Leng Yeting took a deep breath from his cigarette and turned his head to look outside.

Under the night, his profile was deep and cold, and the white smoke exhaled from his mouth was blown away by the cold wind outside, seeming to be chaotic and gathering, misty and illusory.

"Mr. Leng, you haven't smoked for a long time." Zhou Zheng said.

Leng Yeting glanced at him and said calmly: "Don't complain."

Zhou Zheng: "..."

Sun Xiong on the side chuckled softly.

Leng Yeting's dark eyes immediately looked over. Sun Xiong coughed slightly and said, "Well, Mr. Leng used the word "complaint" very cleverly. However, it only means "complaint" when it goes from bottom to top..."

For example, children turn to their parents, classmates turn to teachers, and colleagues turn to leaders.

This time from Leng Yeting's own words, the status of the family is evident.

However, the only person in the world who can let Leng Yeting use this word is probably his wife.

Leng Yeting looked away from them, paused, and pressed the cigarette butt against the trash can not far away.

His movements were slow and leisurely, but his eyes looking at the cigarette butt were full of tenderness.

"Let's go," Leng Yeting turned around, inserted his right hand into the pocket of his suit trouser, and said as he walked, tall and slender, "go see Mr. Zhou."