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

Brother Gao had already received instructions from the Fu family. Hearing Wei Yan's words, he stepped forward and grabbed Fu Chuan without saying a word. He only said, "Third Young Master, I'm offended."

Fu Chuan struggled and said: "Go away, don't touch me!"

Wei Yan glanced at him and entered the office directly.

She quickly changed into a set of clothes and wiped her wet hair casually.

I received a lot of emails canceling cooperation in my mailbox, and there were also a lot of resignation applications in the internal OA system.

Wei Yan's whole body was cold. She took a deep breath and passed all the applications with one click without any expression.

There was no need for her to force others to accompany her to contend with the Leng family.

For a time, the cooperation became a lot worse, and the company's employees were also panicked, and many people left.

Wei Yan directly sent an email within the company, announcing that the company would be adjusting its scale and direction, temporarily changing large-scale on-site training to online live lectures and packaged courses for sale, and contacted the current administrator to change the company's office address. The office is also smaller.

No matter how difficult it is, she will not give up easily and give up her career.

After finishing everything in one breath, Wei Yan stood up and wanted to pour some water, only to realize that her head was a little dizzy and she had a fever.

She had to pack her things and go home to rest.

As soon as he parked his car downstairs, Wei Yan glanced upstairs out of habit and found that the lights were on at home.

Wei Yan frowned and quickly went upstairs.

Who would come to her home at this point?

She squeezed the bag in her hand tightly, and as soon as she got out of the elevator, she saw two bodyguards at the door.

Leng Yeting's people.

Wei Yan's steps suddenly slowed down. She came to the door and the bodyguard opened the door. Wei Yan raised her eyes and met Leng Yeting's eyes who were sitting on the sofa.

Leng Yeting raised his eyes to glance at her and said calmly: "I'm back."

Wei Yan glanced around the room and found that there was no one else but Leng Yeting.

She stood up straight and said calmly: "Why did Mr. Leng come to my house?

There was a large bag of toys and a small blanket next to Leng Yeting. He raised his hand and pointed at it: "I'll bring him a few things."

Diandian has brought these things with him since he was a child, and he feels safer using them.

I only stayed at Leng's house for a few days before, and it was no problem.

Only then did Leng Yeting come to get it. What it meant was self-evident.

Wei Yan looked at the bag, trembling all over, rushed over, grabbed the bag and held it tightly in his arms.

Her eyes were scarlet, and she looked at Leng Yeting almost with hatred: "This is my son's thing, why do you just come and take it?!"

Leng Yeting's eyes fell on her, "You know, I don't have much patience, and I don't like to be pestered over and over again on these matters."

He raised his hand and placed it on the coffee table.

Only then did Wei Yan see that there was a document on it, and it looked like a divorce agreement.

She held it back, but she still couldn't hold back the tears.

She bent down and picked up the divorce agreement.

Although the divorce was not honorable, Leng Yeting gave her a lot of things.

The only thing is that he took away the most important thing from her - her son.

The divorce agreement in her hand was wrinkled with hatred.

Wei Yan looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Leng Yeting, you don't have much patience, but I don't have much! I don't mind repeating it again, my son is mine and no one can take him away. I don't want any money. , I can clean up and leave the house, but I will never give up the custody rights of Diandian!"

She said, throwing the divorce agreement directly at him.

The paper scraped across his cold cheek and finally fell to the ground.

Leng Yeting's long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a cold shadow.

He raised his hand, scraped his fingers across the blood drops hanging from the sharp paper on his cheek, suddenly raised his lips and smiled sarcastically.

His eyes swept over the agreement on the ground, and then looked at the door. He coldly ordered: "Hold her down and sign."

Wei Yan was startled, and then his eyes widened.

I saw two bodyguards at the door walking in quickly.

Wei Yan quickly took two steps back and tried to run away: "No..."

However... there is no escape.

The two of them quickly controlled Wei Yan, with ink pads already prepared nearby. They pressed Wei Yan's fingers on the ink pads, and then pressed them on the divorce agreement.

Leng Yeting held a pen in his hand and put it directly into her hand. Then he wrapped his hand around her hand and forced her to sign the document.

How could Wei Yan be willing to obey? She desperately wanted to throw away the pen in her hand.

But his hand was so strong, he held her hand forcefully, and it hurt so much.

Wei Yan looked at the crooked signature and scarlet fingerprints on the agreement, broke down and cried: "No... Leng Yeting doesn't want... please... don't do this to me..."

She cried desperately, struggled, begged...

But it still can't change the reality.

Because of the excessive pain, her brain ached. She cried until she was deprived of oxygen. Between the shackles and struggle, her vision went dark, and she fell down.

Leng Yeting felt the fierce resistance in his arms disappear in an instant.

The woman in his arms suddenly fell down softly.

He subconsciously reached out and she fell directly into his arms.

Her cheeks and eyelashes were still full of tears, and her face had a strange flush because of the fever and emotion.

Only then did he realize that she had a fever.

The two bodyguards had already let go of Wei Yan and stood silently aside without speaking.

Leng Yeting didn't even raise his head, and his voice was hoarse and cold: "Get out."

The two went out silently and closed the door.

Leng Yeting held Wei Yan tightly in his arms with both hands, and the distress in his eyes finally overflowed when no one saw him.

Very gently, he lowered his head and kissed her tearful eyelashes tenderly.

Very salty and astringent.

Also very distressed.