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

Leng Yeting couldn't hold it back any longer, and there was a bit of panic in his eyes.

He called several times, but Wei Yan still didn't respond.

Leng Yeting couldn't help it any longer, with a cold expression on his face, he immediately said: "Hurry down the mountain!"

Taking advantage of the daylight, the two of them almost ran down the mountain.

All the way to the bottom of the mountain, Leng Yeting hugged Wei Yan and sat in the back row, throwing the key to Song Zhi.

Song Zhi immediately started the car and rushed towards the nearest hospital.

Leng Yeting was already sweating profusely as he ran down the mountain carrying Wei Yan on his back.

Wei Yan was lying in the car, her head resting on his lap, unconscious.

Leng Yeting raised his hand and touched her cheek, and found that it was very hot, indicating that she had a high fever.

And maybe because of the mosquito bites on the mountain, I still have allergic symptoms on my face and hands.

Leng Yeting leaned over, put his forehead against hers, hugged her tightly, and murmured in a low voice: "Wei Yan, nothing will happen to you."

The car arrived at the hospital quickly.

There were already contacted doctors and nurses waiting at the door. Leng Yeting rushed over with Wei Yan in his arms and placed her on the movable bed. The doctor quickly pushed Wei Yan over for examination.

"She was bitten by a poisonous snake!" Leng Yeting said quickly.

When the doctor heard this, he quickly arranged for Wei Yan to take blood tests.

Leng Yeting followed all the way to the entrance of the emergency room.

Song Zhi followed him until the emergency room door was closed. Song Zhi said, "Mr. Leng, what happened today?"

Leng Yeting looked back at him, the coldness in his eyes almost turning him into ice.

Song Zhi lowered his voice and said, "It's the person your aunt is looking for."

Leng Yeting's eyes flashed with violent scarlet color: "Leng Xinyue?"

Song Zhi whispered: "Yes. The message over there is... don't leave him alive."

Leng Yeting's hand hanging by his side clenched tightly, suppressing it for a few seconds, and subconsciously reached for the cigarette case from his pocket.

Song Zhi reminded: "Mr. Leng, this is a hospital."

The cigarette case in his hand was crushed by him subconsciously.

Leng Yeting took out his mobile phone and dialed Leng Xinyue's number directly.

Leng Xinyue was probably sleeping. After a while, Leng Yeting heard Leng Xinyue's hoarse and sleepy voice: "Yeting, what's going on so early in the morning?"

Leng Yeting said directly: "Are you looking for someone to touch Wei Yan?"

Leng Xinyue was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "Your news is quite fast. Why, you have divorced, and you still want to stand up for your ex-wife?"

Leng Yeting's eyes were cold: "I asked if it was you."

"Yes, she hurt dad, and I really want to kill her." Leng Xinyue changed the topic and suddenly smiled: "But Ye Ting, I'm not the only one who wants her to die."

Leng Yeting suddenly lost his voice.

Leng Xinyue knew that he had understood what she meant.

There was a hint of mockery in Leng Xinyue's voice: "She almost died because of you. You wanted to ask me to accuse you, but you found the wrong person."

Leng Yeting hung up the phone and sat down on the cold chair in the hospital.

Song Zhi looked at Leng Yeting at a loss.

Although he didn't hear the content of Leng Yeting's phone call, based on those investigation results, he had some guesses.

The matter... I'm afraid it has something to do with Mr. Leng.

It was Leng Xinyue who attacked Wei Yan, but without the acquiescence of Mr. Leng, it would have been impossible.

Leng Yeting sat quietly for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Song Zhi, who had been waiting beside him. He whispered: "Let's make arrangements."

Song Zhi was startled, "Mr. Leng, have you really thought about it?"

Leng Yeting nodded lightly: "Yes."

Song Zhi finally nodded: "Yes."

This was an order given by Leng Yeting, and of course he had to carry it out.

Even though this order was not good for Leng Yeting, he believed that it was the result of Leng Yeting's careful consideration.

Leng Yeting watched Song Zhi disappear, took out a cigarette that had been crushed in the cigarette case, did not light it, but just sniffed it.

Thinking of Wei Yan's pale face just now, the violence in his eyes emerged bit by bit.

He didn't want to let go of anyone who hurt Wei Yan, and he would definitely make the other person pay the price.

But... what if this person is Mr. Leng?