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

Wei Yan struggled subconsciously, and Leng Yeting's muffled snoring could be heard in his ears.

There was a bit of pain, and because of the lingering night, it was a bit more ambiguous and hoarse.

He's still injured on his waist!

Wei Yan suddenly didn't dare to move. She raised her head and stared at him, gritting her teeth and saying, "You don't want your life?"

With a somewhat successful smile in his eyes, Leng Yeting relaxed his body and looked at her: "If you don't move, it won't hurt."

Wei Yan froze and could only lie down obediently, relax her body, and carefully avoid his wounds.

But when she moved so carefully, the man beneath her began to breathe quickly.

Leng Yeting's hand on her waist tightened slightly.

We have been together for several years. Apart from anything else, it can be said that no one knows Leng Yeting better than her in bed.

Wei Yan didn't dare to move, or even look at Leng Yeting's eyes, which were filled with love and desire.

However, she turned her body slightly and exposed her snow-white neck, which fell into the man's eyes and became a spoonful of hot oil poured on the fire, further squelching his impulse.

The sound of breathing was approaching, but before Wei Yan could turn around, she suddenly felt Leng Yeting raise his head slightly and place a kiss on her neck.

Each delicate kiss lingered on her neck, and Wei Yan's voice couldn't help but tremble slightly: "Leng Yeting... you..."

Leng Yeting didn't answer. When she couldn't help but shrink her neck to avoid him, his kiss fell directly on her earlobe.

Weiwei sucked hard.

Her whole body suddenly felt like electricity.

Wei Yan suddenly put her hands on his chest and sat upright, looking down at him.

Both of them were breathing heavily, looking at each other in the dark night.

The man's eyes were as dark as a wolf's, as if he was going to take her into his belly in the next second.

Wei Yan couldn't hold it in until his face turned red. In the end, he just gritted his teeth and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Leng Yeting said faintly, "I can't sleep late at night, why do I get crazy when I do something good for my body and mind with my wife?"

Wei Yan was annoyed: "It depends on whether your wife is willing or not!"

He said with some temptation: "Honey, aren't you willing?"

Her face was full of shame and anger, and she muttered: "You are still injured and you are still restless. I think you want to go to the hospital."

She pushed herself up and tried to get up, but Leng Yeting raised his hand and pinched her waist to prevent her from moving, and then suddenly said: "You are tossing and turning in the middle of the night, what are you thinking about?"

Wei Yan was startled, but he didn't expect Leng Yeting to ask him this.

How dare she say that, as she tossed and turned, all she could think about was him.

Wei Yan held it in for a long time, and finally just said: "I'm just thinking about my company."

Leng Yeting's expression became more serious: "What happened?"

Wei Yan said casually: "It's nothing."

Leng Yeting's expression deepened. Judging from her expression, it was obvious that she was not telling the truth.

Then he thought that her company was not doing well because Leng Xinyue was looking for someone to suppress her, so he didn't ask any more questions for a while.

The two of them had their own thoughts, but they were not thinking in the same direction at all.

Wei Yan hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but said: "Leng Yeting, have you really broken up with the Leng family?"

Leng Yeting nodded gently in the dark night: "Yes. My aunt is in charge now."

Wei Yan took a breath and couldn't help frowning and complaining: "After you took over Leng's business, your net profit doubled several times. You have developed Leng's business so well. How could your grandfather and those shareholders..."

Leng Yeting felt warm in his heart when he saw how worried she was about him.

He smiled softly, then raised his hand and pinched her waist, interrupting her: "Don't worry about this. I have my own arrangements for Leng's affairs."

Wei Yan didn't dare to say any more.

Just seeing how Leng Yeting seemed to have no impact on him now, I couldn't help but feel sad.

Leng Yeting's fingers began to move restlessly again, and he whispered: "No big deal, from now on I will be a housewife at home, and you, my wife, will support me, okay?"