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

Leng Xinyue was taken away amidst roars. She struggled fiercely along the way, leaving a lot of blood on the ground, but she didn't feel the pain. She screamed at the top of her lungs, and her voice became shriller.

Zhao Xiaotang was carried away, and several policemen came over to check the injuries of Wei Yan and Leng Yeting. Wei Yan had rolled up the sleeves of Leng Yeting's suit. The wound was not shallow, and it was extremely long. Blood was dripping along the back of his wrist and hand. Leng Yeting's fingertips were dripping with blood.

Wei Yan dealt with it simply and prepared to help Leng Yeting go back to the room first. She went to get the medicine box, but Leng Yeting suddenly reached out and gently lifted her chin.

The moment Leng Xinyue rushed over to grab Wei Yan just now, it was a deadly blow. The skin and flesh of Wei Yan's slender and white throat were scratched, leaving several half-moon-shaped wounds. This was still Leng Xinyue's. Crescent exerts force with short nails.

Leng Yeting had to use all his strength to control his rage at this time. Wei Yan said: "Go back to the room first, and I will treat your wounds."

Leng Yeting swallowed the curse that was about to burst out of his mouth and said in a deep voice: "Yeah."

Wei Yan's bandaging skills are now very good. After quickly treating Leng Yeting's wound, she took out a stick of ointment and prepared to apply it on herself, but Leng Yeting snatched it away first.

"I'll come." Leng Yeting said softly.

"Well..." Wei Yan sat down next to him, raised her head slightly, and waited for him to apply the medicine.

The ointment had a mint scent, and was clear and clear. Leng Yeting's fingertips were hot, and the cold ointment on his fingertips formed a subtle and strange feeling. With his gentle force, he stroked the wound step by step.

"In the beginning, Leng Xinyue shouldn't have been kept." Leng Yeting suddenly said.

Wei Yan paused and looked up at him.

"She has always had evil intentions and has never recognized us. At first, she recognized Leng Tianrui and Jiang Xiangming, but now she only recognizes Leng Wuyou. My dad is still rescuing me. I don't know if it will hurt her life. My dad has never been treated as a relative," Leng Yeting continued.

Wei Yan suddenly wondered whether Leng Xinyue was the same towards Mr. Leng.

Wei Yan said: "She has been taken away now. Will she go to jail for this hurtful act?"

"Maybe, maybe, she will be considered a psychopath."

"if the latter one……"

"I'll contact the nursing home."

Wei Yan nodded slightly.

In other words, after what happened tonight, Leng Xinyue has completely lost her freedom no matter what.

"Okay," Wei Yan gently held Leng Yeting's hand, "Don't apply too much of this ointment. You call the hospital and ask about your father's condition. I'll call Wuyou."

Leng Yeting nodded: "Okay."

Leng Wuyou was about to board the plane. She looked at her phone anxiously, wanting to call, but she was worried about whether Wei Yan would be affected.

The cell phone rang suddenly, and Leng Wuyou hurriedly picked it up: "Hello?"

"Hello," a slightly hoarse male voice smiled on the phone, "Selena."

A chill ran down Leng Wuyou's back, and she turned to look at Fu Chuan beside her.

Fu Chuan asked with his eyes.

"Introduce yourself," the male voice said with a smile, "My name is Miles. I believe you are no stranger to me."

Leng Wuyou tried hard to sound calm: "Why do you have my contact information?"

"You might as well change the question," Miles smiled. "You might as well ask me why I can control your mother."

Leng Wuyou's eyes widened and his face turned pale.

Fu Chuan put his arms around her worriedly.

"Okay," Leng Wuyou said with difficulty, "Then, how did you do it? Why can you control my mother?"

"Are you willing to help me?" Miles changed the topic, "If you are willing, I will tell you. If you are not willing, then your mother will be the first one, and then she will be by your side. Fu Chuan."

"You're dreaming!" Leng Wuyou shouted emotionally, "You won't get what you want!"

"Very good," Miles smiled, "Then just wait and wait for Fu Chuan to become the second Cold Crescent."

"Hey!" Leng Wuyou ended the call.

Fu Chuan lowered his head and looked at his phone. It showed Atlanta's number.