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

Fu Chuan rolled his eyes and said angrily: "No."

"So what's on your mind?"

Fu Chuan was silent for a moment and said, "I'm a little tired. She seems to be trapped in a self-enclosed cycle."

"Self-isolation? Okay, how long has she been in this state?"

"I don't know. Maybe it was after returning to China. It may have been like this while abroad."

"As far as I can tell, her mood has seriously affected you. You haven't even recovered from what you experienced in Atlanta."

Fu Chuan raised his hand and rubbed his temples: "Brother, I was thinking, should I rely on her?"

A faint smile appeared on Fu Mo Sheng's lips. He leaned back with a leisurely posture: "Fu Chuan, have you ever thought about it, if you rely on her, you will offend Leng Yeting. Are you sure you want to try that guy's temper? He Not only do you hold grudges, but you also have to avenge them.”

Fu Chuan was silent.

This is what he did so hard.

Fu Mo Sheng continued: "Since Wei Yan has asked to speak, let's wait for news about Wei Yan and leave the rest alone."

"But Wuyou's mood is very bad." Fu Chuan said in a low voice.

"Your own emotions matter too."

Fu Chuan closed his eyes, raised his head on the driver's seat, and leaned against the back of the seat with a slumped expression.

"You already have an idea in mind, right?" Fu Mosheng suddenly changed the topic.

"What?" Fu Chuan frowned.

"In your heart, you want to be on his side. This phone call you made to me is just because you want me to support you. If I thought you were on the same side, you would be more confident."

Fu Chuan was silent again.

Subconsciously, this seems to be the case.

"Fu Chuan," Fu Mo said, "don't forget, Leng Xinyue stabbed Leng Xiuyuan with a knife. If she was not Leng Xinyue, but anyone else, what do you think Leng would do to her? What can she do now? Leng Yeting has done his best to be cared for by so many people in the nursing home safely and well."

Fu Chuan opened his mouth and whispered: "Brother, tell me, if something really goes wrong, will Wei Yan stand by and watch with cold eyes?"

Fu Mo Sheng frowned: "Don't try to plot against Wei Yan. Leng Yeting will make Leng Wuyou and Leng Xinyue's deaths even more ugly."

Fu Chuan sighed softly, raised his wrist and checked the time: "Okay, brother, I have to go back. It took me too long to come down to buy coffee."

"Fu Chuan," Fu Mo said seriously, "don't try it."

"……Um."

After carrying the coffee back upstairs, Fu Chuan saw Leng Wuyou who was about to go downstairs when he got out of the elevator.

"Worry-free?" Fu Chuan said.

Leng Wuyou curved his lips and smiled: "I thought you had gone somewhere, so I was going to go downstairs to find you."

Fu Chuan walked over and reached out to hold her hand: "Just make a phone call, why bother coming down."

Leng Wuyou said nothing and rested her head gently on his shoulder.

Fu Chuan knew she had something to say, but he didn't speak and waited quietly.

Finally, Leng Wuyou said it out: "If I want to take my mother away from here, will you support me?"

Fu Chuan looked at her with lowered eyebrows, noncommittal.

"I don't want you to be in trouble," Leng Wuyou added, "You don't have to support me, but can you pretend you didn't see it and don't stop me or dissuade me."

Seeing that Fu Chuan was still silent, Leng Wuyou reached out to hold his hand and said seriously: "Is it okay?"

"...Okay." Fu Chuan finally compromised.

Leng Wuyou smiled: "Yeah!"