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

The expression on Jiang Xiangming's face changed at every turn, and the coldness just now disappeared. He immediately went over and pressed Leng Xinyue's shoulders, telling her to calm down and not get angry.

Leng Xinyue smiled: "You haven't even accomplished what I asked you to do."

Jiang Xiangming's massage techniques have been practiced for decades, and he said: "I can't chew it off, it's so hard."

"Of the three of you, one is a waste, one is a straw bag, and the other is a pest."

The movement of Jiang Xiangming's hand paused for a moment, and a trace of disgust flashed through his eyes. However, he soon returned to his previous state and said with a smile: "Then you really know how to describe it, even scolding your own son."

Leng Xinyue looked sideways at him, said nothing, and raised her hand to rub her brow.

It was only after taking over the Leng family that she realized that her precious son Leng Tianrui was so useless.

Moreover, when Mu Wenwen, a douchebag, caused such a big trouble, he didn't distinguish between right and wrong and just protected her.

Leng Xinyue didn't understand. Leng Yeting was able to control the Leng family by herself, but why couldn't she, Jiang Xiangming, and Leng Tianrui handle it?

"Do you think it was Leng Yeting who was behind this?" Leng Xinyue suddenly asked.

Jiang Xiangming wished she would think like this: "Leng Yeting, it's not like just driving him out of the Leng family will be fine. Cutting off the grass must be done by rooting out the roots."

The words "cutting the grass and eradicating the roots" suddenly reached Leng Xinyue's heart.

However, when Leng Yeting was mentioned, Leng Xinyue had to think of Mr. Leng. She lowered her voice and asked, "Is the old man's current situation okay?"

"Everything goes well, he eats well and sleeps well. However, he is always partial to Ye Ting. If something like this happens, he will not be angry. He will lose his temper all day long and make the servants around him suffer."

Leng Xinyue frowned and sighed softly.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Xiangming increased the massage force in his hands: "There is no other way but to make the old man suffer a little temporarily. As long as he hands over everything in his hand, we won't really embarrass him."

"The old man's character is that of a person who has been proud all his life."

Jiang Xiangming secretly cursed that women have a lot of benevolence, but his tone was still gentle: "We are doing this for our son. Otherwise, do you want to watch the Leng family be taken away by Leng Yeting and his son?" ?"

Leng Xinyue glanced at him and responded lightly.

If it were before, she would have absolutely no hesitation and would give everything to her son.

But after this period of management and observation, and now Leng Tianrui's behavior of completely protecting Mu Wenwen.

Leng Xinyue felt that if she really had to leave everything in the hands of her son, she would be defeated by him sooner or later.

The rain continued all night and continued the next day.

Wei Yan woke up early and slept in her arms while rubbing her neck. Leng Yeting was not seen on the other side.

Wei Yan reached out to touch it, but the pillow was cold.

Because of her movement, Diandian opened her eyes: "Mommy, good morning."

Wei Yan lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.

She suddenly discovered that no matter how many knots she had in her heart, as long as she heard a little soft "Mommy", she would be healed immediately.

"Good morning, baby." Wei Yan said with a smile.

After getting up and washing up, Wei Yan saw a post-it note with Leng Yeting's elegant and handsome characters on it when she went downstairs.

As if she were on a treasure hunt, she searched all the way to the kitchen. Leng Yeting had made breakfast, with sticky notes everywhere.

The milk pot indicates how hot the milk needs to be and how long it takes to heat the milk.

On the oven is the temperature and time that his semi-finished cake needs to be baked.

On the outside of another pot next to the milk pot, eggs were already cooked and soaked in cold water for easy shelling. She needed to do it herself.

Wei Yan collected the sticky notes one by one, as if they were filled with honey.

She followed the steps and finished eating with Diandian. After sending Diandian to school, she came back. Instead of going to the company immediately, she went upstairs to find Leng Yeting.

As expected, he didn't go out and slept alone on the sofa in the study, covered only by a thin blanket.

Wei Yan went over to push him to wake him up and ask him to go back to his room. When he saw a pile of draft paper on the coffee table next to him, Wei Yan frowned and gently picked it up.

It was like a road map that was a mixture of information from all parties, which he summarized and drew. There were color-printed satellite cloud images beside it. From the looks of it, he was comparing them one by one.

It should be the route that Mr. Leng disappeared.

However, Wei Yan looked at one of the terrains and vaguely felt that she had seen it before.