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

Ning Xilin followed Teacher Li's words and started to enter the memory class. Wei Yan had other things to be busy with.

The men who have been tracking the female killer in black are currently making no progress. Ye Qingyin and Ji Liang have just finished their "trip" in the cafe and are preparing to enter a nursing home.

And Wu Liangjie, the well-known boss in Pucheng, has been like a puppy in front of Wei Yan these days. No matter how cold Wei Yan is to him, he is as warm as fire. When he got older, he called Weiyan sister and Leng Yeting brother-in-law.

The sky was getting darker and darker. Suddenly, a dark cloud came over the window. Wei Yan raised her head and realized that it was going to rain.

Xiaoyue also noticed the increasingly fierce wind outside the window, and came over and said, "Mr. Wei, it seems like it's going to rain. Would you like to go back first?"

Wei Yan shook his head, looked away from the sky, and looked at Xiaoyue: "Is he okay?"

"It's okay," Xiaoyue looked at Ning Xilin, thought for a while, and lowered her voice, "However, Ji Yan should have worked hard to keep it secret. I don't think he can recall anything even if he is recalling it. "

"He doesn't know," Wei Yan said, "I just want to piece together something from the clues he can think of."

Xiaoyue nodded, her voice a little tired: "I thought we would be able to relax after Lily died, but we didn't expect there would be so much trouble next."

"So, we have to destroy the nest," Wei Yan smiled, "It's okay, this nest can be destroyed."

"Is there any progress with Special Assistant Song?" Xiaoyue was curious.

"He won't take the initiative to share it with me. I have to ask," Wei Yan said, with a hint of self-mockery in her voice, "Speaking of which, he and Ji Yan disappeared while playing together, and now we know that he has gone Alas, there is still no news about Ji Yan."

"It's okay, Mr. Wei, I can find them all."

Wei Yan nodded.

But it was such a coincidence that the message tone on her mobile phone rang at this time.

Wei Yan lowered his head, it was Song Zhi who had received the message.

Xiaoyue, who was right next to Wei Yan, also lowered her head and saw Wei Yan's slender fingers clicking on the screen. The person standing next to Song Zhi was none other than Ji Yan!

It was Song Zhi who took a selfie with his mobile phone. The two of them looked at the camera without any smile on their faces, as if they were escaping from somewhere.

"Ji Yan!" Xiaoyue exclaimed in a low voice.

On the other side of the sofa, Ning Xilin, who was about to lose his hair because he was lost in memories, raised his head: "What Ji Yan? Where is Ji Yan?"

Xiaoyue ignored him, looked up at Wei Yan, and said in surprise: "Mr. Wei..."

Wei Yan had already closed Song Zhi's chat window and made a call to kill him. At the same time, he turned and walked towards another room where the wind outside the window could not be heard.

It took a long time before someone picked up the phone, but it wasn't Song Zhi's voice. Wei Yan's heartbeat was fast and she didn't speak.

After being silent for a long time, Ji Yan's hoarse voice sounded: "Little sister."

Wei Yan suppressed her urge to curse, she took a deep breath, and then slowly asked: "Where have you been during this time."

"I'm in Atlanta now."

"I'm not asking now."

Ji Yan smiled bitterly: "Little sister, I'll tell you later, okay."

Wei Yan wanted to say no, but she could hear the tiredness in his voice, and she sighed softly: "Okay, then give your phone to Special Assistant Song."

"He is also very tired." Ji Yan said.

Wei Yan: "..."

"I'll call you later. I'll make it clear to you."

Wei Yan suppressed the curiosity in her heart and could only answer.

After the call ended, Wei Yan looked back at the photo that Song Zhi sent.

"I have gray hair." Wei Yan said softly.

And there are quite a few.

Xiaoyue paid attention to details because of her words. Indeed, Ji Yan's hair was mixed with a lot of silver threads.

"I don't know, does Mr. Leng know?" Xiaoyue whispered.

"Hmm." Wei Yan responded with an unexpected response.