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

Robert's side knew Wei Yan Jiehu immediately, not to mention Leng Yeting's side.

Leng Yeting felt a headache. He closed his eyes slightly and raised his hand to lightly press his temples.

Fu Mo Sheng was sitting on the sofa on the other side, drinking health tea and gloating: "If you had helped me earlier, then I would blow the pillow breeze, and Ji Liang would blow the breeze in your wife's ear as her best friend. It’s more effective than your persuasion alone.”

Leng Yeting didn't even want to listen to these words.

Zhan Beiming was on the other side of the sofa and said calmly: "That's good, Wu Liangjie is controllable for now. He stays in Feiyun for treatment, and he happens to be right under your nose."

However, what troubled Leng Yeting was not the problem under his nose.

As long as he was in Ancheng, Wu Liangjie's big target would be "right under his nose" no matter what. He had a headache. He just wanted Wei Yan to have a good rest.

He admitted that his desire to control was sometimes so strong that he was crazy and even perverted, because the image of wanting to lock Wei Yan up in chains and lock him up at home appeared in his mind more than once.

Although he has never done this, he almost never forces her to do what she should or should not do.

After a moment of silence, Leng Yeting lowered his hands, opened his eyes and said, "Miles's health is getting worse and worse. He has recently had a major surgery. All his schedules are kept secret. Several people close to him, It’s also hard to find his whereabouts.”

"Zhi Song can't even be found, and my people can't be found even more." Fu Mo said, spreading his hands.

Zhan Beiming frowned: "If we can find him at this time, it will definitely be the best time for us to fight back."

"He probably won't let up on Ancheng's side," Fu Mo Sheng looked at Leng Ye Ting, "unless he finds a 'sheep' that is the same as Wei Yan, or more satisfactory to him than Wei Yan."

Leng Yeting said nothing, his dark eyes thoughtful.

Fu Mo said: "What are you thinking about?"

"The matter about Zhao Yulin."

"Is he out of danger now?"

Leng Yeting nodded: "But as you said, even you and Zhan Beiming didn't know that I asked him to go to Pucheng. So how did the other party know about it?"

Zhan Beiming said: "Since we are going to investigate, we will definitely have contact with the other party. It is not surprising to be targeted."

Leng Yeting frowned: "No, with Zhao Yulin's behavior, he will not reveal the purpose of this trip."

"Having contact with the other party..." Fu Mo said, "Is it possible that he went to Pucheng to investigate? Is it possible that other interests of the other party were touched in the process?"

"I think so too." Leng Yeting said.

"Then this benefit is not simple," Zhan Beiming said. "It makes the other party kill someone with such pain. Is the cake so big?"

Fu Mo Sheng asked: "When will Zhao Yulin's language function be restored?"

Leng Yeting said: "He can write now."

"Then let him write it down?"

Zhan Beiming said: "Let him rest for a while, and let him use his brain after he recovers. I wonder if it will leave any damage."

Fu Mo laughed and turned to look at him: "It's becoming more and more humane."

Zhan Beiming ignored him, lowered his head and took out his phone to scroll.

Fu Mo Sheng shrugged and spread his hands: "Okay."

Ignore it and ignore it.

Leng Yeting glanced at Fu Mosheng and suddenly said: "Since Ji Liang didn't want you, you have become more and more weird."

Fu Mo said: "?"

Are the two words "don't" used to describe him?

Zhan Beiming also said: "It is indeed a bit."

Fu Mo laughed coldly, put down his long legs and stood up: "I'm also rebuilding, I'm going out for a walk."

After walking a few steps, he turned around, looked at Leng Yeting, and couldn't help but say: "So, Ji Liang's matter..."

Leng Yeting paused slightly, looked up at him, and said nothing.

This emotionless look made Fu Mosheng feel uncomfortable again.

The air was silent for a long time. Fu Mosheng laughed awkwardly a few times, turned around and left.