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

When we left the sanatorium, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Leng Tianrui held the child in his arms and silently followed Jiang Xiangming.

Jiang Xiangming sat in the car angrily and spit thick phlegm out of the car window.

Leng Tianrui could only be glad that the child was tired from crying and was sleeping soundly now. Otherwise, he was worried that even the child's crying would cause Jiang Xiangming's displeasure.

After all, they brought their children here just to "get" the benefits, but now, they are empty-handed.

The car left in the heavy rain. What Jiang Xiangming and Leng Tianrui didn't know was that a mobile phone camera took several photos of their license plate numbers.

Wei Yan went home in succession, while Leng Yeting was still sleeping.

After staying up late and exercising, Leng Yeting slept deeply.

Wei Yan left Diandian in the study to play with toys, poured a cup of hot water and put it on Leng Yeting's bedside. Then she put the water cup down and heard Leng Yeting murmuring in his sleep.

Wei Yan frowned slightly and silently sat down by the bed.

He spoke so low that she couldn't hear clearly. She tried hard to listen, but she could only make out the word "Grandpa".

Thinking of Mr. Leng, Wei Yan felt melancholy.

She understood the position of Mr. Leng in Leng Yeting's heart, so she left a sticky note to encourage him. The sticky note was still attached, and Leng Yeting never woke up.

Wei Yan raised her hand and tore off the sticky note on the bedside table, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can, drawing a parabola in the air.

When the small ball of paper fell steadily in, Leng Yeting suddenly grabbed the wrist of her other hand very hard.

Wei Yan was startled and looked at him worriedly: "Leng Yeting, are you okay?"

Leng Yeting's eyes were still closed, but he slowly opened them when he heard her voice.

In just such a short moment, Wei Yan found that she could actually read all the emotions rushing through his dark eyes.

From fear, to coldness, to ruthlessness, and then to tenderness after finding out it was her.

"Yan Yan." Leng Yeting said hoarsely.

Wei Yan took out the soft tissue on the bedside table and gently wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "I have a nightmare."

Leng Yeting did not deny: "A lot of nightmares."

"Did you dream about Mr. Leng?"

"Well, it's all things that happened when I was a child, and then I grew up all of a sudden," Leng Yeting looked at the ceiling. "It's very chaotic, very disordered, with messy dreams and messy figures."

Wei Yan felt distressed in her heart: "Dreams are all opposite. Come, drink water."

She picked up the hot water and breathed gently under her lips.

Leng Yeting looked at her deeply and suddenly smiled.

It's unusual for her to be so gentle.

No, he is not common, but Diandian is definitely not unfamiliar.

Just as he finished speaking, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Leng Yeting turned his deep eyes and looked at the phone, the affectionate tenderness in his eyes gradually receding.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Wei Yan reminded: "Leng Yeting, there's a call."

After more than ten seconds passed, Leng Yeting responded lightly: "Yes."

"Your reaction is not so slow..." Wei Yan said, reaching for it, and seeing that it was Song Zhi's number, she handed the phone over, "It belongs to Special Assistant Song."

Leng Yeting just looked at it, motionless and didn't answer.

Wei Yan suddenly understood his emotions, and she was surprised because Leng Yeting was actually... scared!

He actually didn't even dare to answer the phone!

Since it was Song Zhi, Wei Yan did not shy away and said, "I'll take it."

With that said, he pressed the connect button.

Leng Yeting watched her pick up the phone and put it to her ear. Inexplicably, he felt a chill in his heart.

And his premonitions have always been terrifyingly accurate.

At this moment, he saw Wei Yan raise her eyes to look at him, but her eyes were filled with joy: "I found Mr. Leng."