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

Leng Yeting's expression changed.

Wei Yan raised his hand and showed him the wound on the back of his hand.

The place where the snake bit her on the back of her hand was already red and swollen.

It was precisely because she was bitten by a poisonous snake that she thought she might not survive anyway, so she went to pieces.

Wei Yan smiled miserably: "I feel like this hand is numb and cold. I'm afraid it's hopeless."

When Song Zhi heard Wei Yan's words, he immediately came over, looked at the wound on the back of Wei Yan's hand, frowned and said, "We have to go to the hospital quickly. Let me help Secretary Wei suck out the poisonous blood first."

Leng Yeting held the back of her hand tightly and without hesitation, lowered his head and placed his lips on the back of her hand.

Wei Yan only felt that the wound on the back of his hand hurt even more after the warm touch.

Leng Yeting, on the other hand, turned his head and spit out some blood.

Wei Yan's expression suddenly changed, and she was about to pull her hand back, saying angrily: "Leng Yeting, are you crazy?! You also want to be poisoned, right?!"

"Yes, let's do it together." Leng Yeting's voice was full of cruelty, and he quickly leaned over and pressed against the back of Wei Yan's hand, and took another sip.

Wei Yan's eyes turned red instantly.

Leng Yeting briefly treated her, pulled off her clothes and bandaged her, and then squatted down: "Come up, I'll carry you down."

Wei Yan struggled to get up: "I can walk by myself."

Leng Yeting frowned, grabbed her arm and shook her hard, pulling her onto his back and walking down the mountain.

The mountain road was steep, and Wei Yan had to hug his neck tightly to prevent both of them from falling.

Song Zhi was in charge of exploring the way in front, while Leng Yeting carried Wei Yan behind him, and the three of them walked downstairs together.

After his nerves relaxed slightly, Wei Yan felt that his brain had turned into a piece of mush.

Her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her consciousness became less and less clear.

It was so cold on the mountain. Even though Leng Yeting took off his coat to wrap her up, and his body temperature was still warming her through his shirt, she still felt a chill that penetrated her heart, and she couldn't help but shiver from the cold.

Wei Yan subconsciously hugged Leng Yeting a little tighter, and murmured in a low voice: "Leng Yeting, am I going to die?"

Leng Yeting only felt that Wei Yan, who was leaning on his back, was very hot. There was no doubt that she had a fever, and her breathing was hot.

The hand holding her couldn't help but tighten, and Leng Yeting said firmly: "I won't let you die."

Wei Yan smiled self-deprecatingly: "The King of Hell wants me to die at the third watch, how can I allow you to keep me until the fifth watch."

Leng Yeting's voice was full of cruelty: "If I don't agree, the King of Hell will not dare to kill you."

She laughed, tears sliding down her cheeks and soaking on his shirt. She said softly: "You are really domineering."

Leng Yeting was silent for a moment, then he heard Wei Yan say in his ear: "Leng Yeting, do you... love me?"

She spoke in a low voice, full of unconfidence and uncertainty.

Leng Yeting looked sideways, his cheek pressed against her forehead, and he said, "I love you, I love you very much."

"You lied." Wei Yan looked at him with bright black eyes, her voice full of grievance: "Then why don't you believe me? I really didn't hurt your grandpa."

Leng Yeting said hoarsely: "I believe you. It's just..."

He opened it, wanting to explain things to her.

But she saw Wei Yan, who was leaning on her shoulder, slowly closing his eyes, with tears still on his cheeks.

Leng Yeting suddenly panicked and raised his voice a bit: "Wei Yan? Wei Yan!"

Song Zhi immediately looked back and frowned: "Mr. Leng, Secretary Wei has passed out."