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

"Are you OK?!"

Wei Yan looked at the injury in Leng Yeting's hand and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Leng Yeting's hand. When he saw the blood beads on it, he felt slightly numb all over.

Leng Yeting reacted quickly and put his hand under the faucet to rinse. His tone was as indifferent as if he was not the one injured: "It's a small wound, it's okay."

"Okay, okay, don't do it yet, I'll cut it."

Wei Yan took the knife away from his hand, then quickly went to get a disinfectant cotton swab and a band-aid, and carefully disinfected and bandaged him.

Leng Yeting let her move, standing aside with his eyes lowered, slightly distracted.

Wei Yan looked at him and felt something was strange, and couldn't help but said: "Leng Yeting, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Yeting raised his eyes and looked at her.

His eyes flickered slightly, and then he just said: "It's okay."

Seeing the worry on Wei Yan's face, Leng Yeting took a step forward and looked at her with a chuckle: "After you cut it, I'll fry it."

Wei Yan looked at him carefully.

His emotions calmed down in an instant, and Wei Yan couldn't see anything.

She had no choice but to wash the chopping board and then chop the vegetables, "Okay, I'll help Chef Leng. Today I will be your little vegetable cutter~"

The two of them cooperated tacitly and soon had dinner ready.

After Fu Chuan finished his meal, he played with Diandian for a while and then went back.

Wei Yan was originally worried that there would be conflicts between Fu Chuan and Leng Yeting, but seeing the two of them chatting freely, she knew that she was overthinking it.

With the personalities and identities of Fu Chuan and Leng Yeting, now that they have thought clearly about it, they will naturally not be awkward.

Wei Yan was also very tired. After telling Diandian a bedtime story, she couldn't help but fall asleep with her.

After waking up in the middle of the night, Wei Yan subconsciously pulled the corners of the quilt, and then looked at Leng Yeting, only to realize that Leng Yeting was not there.

She touched the mobile phone on the bedside and looked at it. It was already 2 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Wei Yan frowned, gropingly got up and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, there was a faint smell of smoke.

Most of the lights in the house were turned off, except for a small light on the balcony.

The man under the lamp relaxed his body on the chair and looked into the distance quietly.

A little scarlet on his fingertips flickered in the night, and then the scarlet drifted away.

Leng Yeting held the cigarette between his two fingers, brought it to his lips and took a puff, then blew out the smoke ring. His angular face was vaguely blurred in the smoke.

Looking at his figure from the direction of Wei Yan, there was an inexplicable loneliness and dejection that should not be seen in him.

Hearing the noise, he raised his head and looked over. He was a little surprised at first, but then quickly calmed down.

He looked at her quietly in the dark night, then put out the cigarette and waved to her: "Come here."

Wei Yan walked towards the balcony, the smell of smoke became stronger.

She only glanced at it and found that there were already more than a dozen cigarette butts in the ashtray next to Leng Yeting.

Wei Yan deliberately said in a teasing tone: "Mr. Leng, you can't smoke in front of Diandian during the day, but you can secretly smoke enough while we are asleep at night?"

Leng Yeting grabbed her waist, and Wei Yan followed the strength of his hand, fell directly into his arms, and sat on his lap.

Leng Yeting chuckled: "I can't help it, my wife is too strict."

Wei Yan raised her hand and gently touched his cheek: "Then do you like me to control you?"

Leng Yeting raised his head slightly and looked at her: "I like it."

Wei Yan took the remaining unsmoked cigarettes from his hand and threw them aside: "Confiscated."

Leng Yeting circled her hand, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he chuckled with unconscious doting on his face.

She put her hands around his neck, spoke softly, and looked at him with love and worry hidden in her eyes: "Leng Yeting, what's wrong with you?"