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

Half an hour later, preserved egg and lean meat porridge and crucian carp tofu soup were delivered to Wei Yan.

Chinese food is different from Western food. Chinese food is stir-fried very quickly, but similar to soup and porridge, it does take time to simmer.

Wei Yan continued to lie in bed while waiting. Her body was no better than the previous few days, and because she lay for a long time every day, her migraines were getting worse.

She was in a very low spirit, and languidly finished the food that was brought to her. It tasted delicious, and she knew it was definitely made by the Chinese chef who had been waiting for her, but she still couldn't taste it.

The nurse next to her looked worried and didn't know how to tell her about the candlelight dinner tonight.

Wei Yan, on the other hand, seemed to feel something out of the corner of her eye, and looked sideways: "You have something to say."

The nurse nodded and said cautiously: "Sir, he said that he would like to have a candlelight dinner with you, madam, tonight."

Wei Yan's face was expressionless: "Where can I eat?"

The nurse smiled and said it goes without saying.

Naturally, there are site restrictions, so it is impossible to leave this building.

Wei Yan said: "Whatever, do I have the right to choose?"

"Okay," the nurse smiled, "By the way, ma'am, sir, I hope you can be happy."

Wei Yan suddenly smiled. Although her complexion was still bad, as long as she smiled, her facial expression would be stretched, and the arc of her dental arch would be just right and bright.

"Do you think this is okay?" Wei Yan said.

The nurse was infected: "Okay, okay, thank you, Ms. Ji Yao, thank you for your cooperation."

Wei Yan's smile just dropped, and she lowered her head and continued eating.

She ate very slowly, taking a full hour to eat a bowl of porridge and a bowl of soup, but she still had half of each left.

After eating, the migraine did not get better.

She raised her head and looked out the window.

Obviously, this building was not the one Fu Chuan escaped from before, because as far as she knew, the place Fu Chuan left was in the suburbs and was very remote.

But now as she was sitting here eating, she realized that her current location was on a very busy city street.

There is a lot of traffic outside, and the three-dimensional elevated highways are majestic. The floors opposite are also very high, and the trees are reaching into the clouds.

Maybe it's safer for Miles to be downtown now?

Other nursing staff came over to pack things, and a doctor came forward and said, "Ms. Ji Yao, you cannot stay by the window for a long time. Please move."

"Go back to bed?" Wei Yan looked sideways at the doctor and asked.

"No, you have other options, such as going to the living room and watching movies and TV series."

Wei Yan looked at him, looked away, and continued to look out the window.

The doctor was a little embarrassed and said, "Ms. Ji Yao, please leave the window."

"If I just won't leave, are you going to use some means to ask me to leave?" Wei Yan asked.

The doctor was choked and did not continue.

The atmosphere remained subtly stiff, and other people came to dissuade him, but Wei Yan always ignored him, as if he was trying to compete with them.

Finally, the doctor couldn't bear it anymore and asked a nurse to go upstairs and tell Miles. Just as the nurse was about to leave, Wei Yan finally stood up and said calmly: "I'm tired of sitting. There's nothing good to see outside the window."

After saying that, she turned around and walked away, continued to go back to bed, and continued to fall asleep.

The doctor and others let out a long sigh.

Under the covers, Wei Yan's eyes reopened, and the light became clear and bright in the darkness.

She was certain that a candlelight dinner would never be arranged in this room.

That's fine, she was just trying to figure out the structure of this building.

Although there is absolutely no chance of escaping now, what if, what if there is a chance in the future.