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

She didn't speak, she opened her eyes with some fear, and he squeezed her into his arms forcefully.

The man's hands were shaking slightly, and Wei Yan didn't know if it was partly because he was worried about himself.

She didn't even move or struggle. She always felt that she was just imagining.

Until Leng Yeting wrapped his coat around her body, then picked her up and left the room.

Wei Yan looked back and looked in from the door, only to see Ding Rong and several others lying on the ground, with blood on their bodies and pain on their faces.

She smelled the familiar cold fragrance on Leng Yeting's body, and then she gradually came back to her senses: "Leng Yeting..."

Leng Yeting held her hand tightly: "I'm here."

It's really him.

He really came.

The grievance that I had suppressed suddenly rushed straight to my heart.

She couldn't control her tears for a long time. She grabbed the corners of his clothes and cried silently: "Leng Yeting, you bastard!"

Leng Yeting didn't refute, just hugged her hard and whispered: "I will take you to the hospital to treat the wound."

After being kicked and beaten by Ding Rong and others, her cheeks were already swollen, and her eyes were so swollen that only a slit was left to see people.

Just, when I think of the hospital.

Wei Yan said quickly: "No! No! I don't want to go!"

Once she goes to the hospital, can she still keep the matter of her child a secret? !

Then what awaits her next is Leng Yeting forcing her to beat the child? !

She struggled like crazy, but Leng Yeting could hardly control herself and quickly let her go.

As soon as he landed, Wei Yan was about to run: "I don't want to go! Don't go!"

Leng Yeting, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed the person and held him tightly in his arms: "You are seriously injured. Be obedient."

Wei Yan was decisive and bit the back of Leng Yeting's hand without hesitation: "No!"

"..."

Leng Yeting frowned slightly, the back of his hand hurt terribly, and he could feel the woman's determination to get away.

Her whole body was tense and trembling, obviously afraid and resisting to the extreme.

He let her bite him, and held her hand harder and harder, "Calm down first, calm down. If you don't want to go, don't go."

Wei Yan paused and looked up at him: "Really?"

Her expression was miserable, and she looked extremely pitiful and helpless.

As if he was the one bullying her.

Seeing her like this, Leng Yeting's voice softened unconsciously.

Leng Yeting nodded, raised his hand and touched the top of her head to comfort her: "I'll ask the doctor to come over and take a look at you. Go get some rest first."

Wei Yan was relieved.

The next second, her legs felt weak, and she fell into his arms, relying on his chest to stand firm.

Leng Yeting picked her up directly and took her into another room.

Leng Yeting placed her on the sofa. Wei Yan was wrapped in his coat and curled up. Her body was still trembling slightly uncontrollably, but now she was tense and her face had no expression.

Song Zhi brought the medicine box and left.

Leng Yeting took it, looked at her pitiful look, frowned and said nothing, found ointment, and applied it to her himself.

Wei Yan's tense nerves couldn't bear it any longer, and tears fell silently.

She rarely cried in front of him. In the past, even if she was bullied to the extreme by him in bed, even if her voice became hoarse from shouting, she would just look at him stubbornly with red eyes.

At that time, Leng Yeting thought that she should be more forceful and bully her until she cried and begged for mercy.

But seeing her shed tears now made Leng Yeting feel very irritable.

He couldn't help but apply the medicine with a little more force. Wei Yan hissed in pain and raised her eyes to glare at him.

Leng Yeting said expressionlessly: "Stop crying."

If it weren't for his laissez-faire, how could Ding Rong dare to bully her like this.

Without that hotel incident, this revenge would not have happened.

If he had answered her call for help, Ding Rong would have let her go a long time ago, even if she had to endure this hardship.

So now, although he arrived in time, Wei Yan was still getting more and more angry.

She ignored him and cried even harder.

Leng Yeting's heart became more and more irritable, and his tone became a little more serious, and he said firmly: "Don't cry."

She frowned hard and glared at him, her tone not very good: "Do you want to take care of it?"

The veins on Leng Yeting's forehead twitched. He looked down at the miserable state of the woman in his arms. He stopped moving and his eyes suddenly became dark.

Wei Yan's heart skipped a beat subconsciously. When she realized what she was doing, Leng Yeting had already grabbed her by the collar. With a slight exertion, she moved closer to his arms.

His lips with a bit of coolness touched hers, and he held her lips almost fiercely.