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

Mr. Leng gently stroked the head of his cane, and his eyes fell on a photo of him and Leng Yeting on the table. He turned to Wei Yan and said warmly: "I came to you today just to make it clear to you. I didn't It’s not that I’m personally biased against you, it’s just because of what happened to his parents... However, when Ye Ting experienced a car accident and almost died, I figured it out. Compared with these, life is the most important thing. "

Wei Yan nodded subconsciously: "Yes... the most important thing is that he is fine."

Mr. Leng added a little more smile: "Now that Diandian is so old, you two seem to have a good relationship. When do you plan to get married and give Diandian a complete family?"

Wei Yan was embarrassed: "Grandpa Leng, this..."

Mr. Leng added: "Otherwise, I will arrange for someone to help you plan. I know a few families who do this..."

Wei Yan refused repeatedly, saying that she still needed to discuss it with Leng Yeting, and then left the study.

Mr. Leng walked beside her and suddenly reminded: "That woman is going back to China soon. Ye Ting acted very strong, but I can see that he still cares about her. You have to take more care of him."

Wei Yan looked at Mr. Leng with slightly widened eyes.

Mr. Leng said: "That woman is not worthy of being a mother."

His tone was understated, but there was a cold killing intent in his eyes.

Wei Yan felt a chill in her heart and suddenly felt even more strange.

What happened to Leng Yeting's parents...that made Mr. Leng and Leng Yeting's attitudes so strange?

Speaking of which, she and Leng Yeting have known each other for so many years, but they have never met his parents.

When Wei Yan returned to the children's room, she saw Leng Yeting and Diandian sitting on the floor, one large and one small holding a toy and studying it.

Wei Yan leaned against the door frame, watching this beautiful scene, but the words of Mr. Leng echoed in her mind.

She couldn't help but take out her phone and search.

Leng Yeting's father is Leng Xiuyuan, and no one has ever mentioned his wife's name.

Wei Yan also accidentally learned that his mother's name was Wen Yi when she was working with him as the chief secretary of the Leng family.

She tried searching on her phone, but the results that appeared shocked her...

I saw that the search interface of these two words was actually harmonized.

Nothing at all.

She had been prepared to search for some irrelevant information, but unexpectedly... there was nothing.

This is enough to explain everything.

She changed different search channels, and after finding the same results, she immediately put down her phone with a complicated mood.

Leng Yeting seemed to notice her gaze and turned to look at her.

Wei Yan quickly smiled and pretended not to know anything.

She had a hunch... Mentioning the word "wenyi" might hurt Leng Yeting.

Leng Yeting saw her expression was different, got up and walked to her side: "What's wrong? What did grandpa say to you?"

Wei Yan deliberately looked solemn and said: "Well... I said a lot, but the main point is to let me..."

Leng Yeting frowned.

Is Mr. Leng still threatening Wei Yan to leave?

Did he want to keep the child and let Wei Yan go?

Wei Yan saw that his expression was getting more and more frightening and said quickly: "Grandpa asked me when I will marry you. He wants to organize the wedding for us."

When Leng Yeting heard this, he felt relieved: "He urged me well. So when will you marry me?"

A blush appeared on Wei Yan's face, and she stretched out her hand to him: "Where is my ring?"

Wei Yan did not accept the ring given by Leng Yeting last time.

Originally, I wanted to wait until a few things were clarified before mentioning these things.

Wei Yan was originally joking, but she didn't expect Leng Yeting to actually take out the ring from her pocket and quickly put it on her finger.

Wei Yan looked at him in surprise: "You take it with you?"

Leng Yeting laughed: "Of course, we can't miss the opportunity. But grandpa doesn't have to worry about wedding planning, because his taste is not good."

Leng Yeting's voice was loud, and not far away came the angry voice of Mr. Leng: "Hey! I heard it! You brat, how dare you dislike my taste!"