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

Wei Yan's face turned completely gloomy.

Although she hasn't read Mr. Leng's practice report yet, she already understands from the conversation with Song Zhi just now that Jiang Xiangming is mainly responsible for what happened to Mr. Leng this time.

If we take the old man's coffin back now, we will inevitably have to deal with Leng Xinyue's family.

but……

Wei Yan suddenly made up his mind and said: "The Leng family belongs to Mr. Leng, there is no need to back down for that family. When will you be back? I will pick him up and see him off in person."

Song knew: "What about Mr. Leng?"

"He's still sick, so he doesn't need to worry about these little things personally."

He has worked so hard, if she can't even help him with this little thing, then wouldn't she be a waste?

After discussing the details with Song Zhi again, Wei Yan ended the call.

She opened the door and came out, only to see her precious son squatting under the corner of the door.

Wei Yan quickly helped him up: "Dandian, why are you here?"

Diandian's little face wrinkled up, and she said sadly: "Mommy, I'm sorry, I want to eavesdrop on your phone call."

Wei Yan touched his head: "Mommy went in deliberately just to prevent you from hearing. It's impolite for you to do this."

Diandian pursed his lips, and suddenly said aggrievedly: "But, I really miss Grandpa, Mommy..."

Wei Yan's eyes turned red, and she reached out to hug him: "Well, Mommy knows, Diandian is very well-behaved."

"I miss daddy too," Diandian cried, "Mommy, can I go see daddy? I will never disturb his rest."

Wei Yan sighed and shook his head in refusal.

Leng Yeting is very tired now, and his body is fighting. The appearance of little bits is likely to distract him and consume his energy.

In the end, Diandian had no choice but to lean her head on Wei Yan's shoulder and cry very quietly.

The sky was getting darker, and Wei Yan answered several more calls, including one from Leng Xiuyuan, who had rushed back from outside.

Wei Yan tried his best to stay calm and told everyone the general story, without adding a single extra word or personal emotion. His voice was calm and gentle, as if he was talking about the death of a strange old man from the neighboring village.

When it was time, she got up and went to the kitchen to cook. At this time, her cell phone suddenly rang.

Wei Yan glanced at the display and suddenly stopped moving her hands. Her expression was as cold and indifferent as the sky outside.

After a pause for two seconds, Wei Yan picked up the phone: "Hello."

Leng Xinyue's voice sounded violently: "Wei Yan, you bitch! Where is Leng Yeting, let Leng Yeting answer the phone!"

Wei Yan looked indifferent: "Where is your cultivation, Leng Xinyue? Mr. Leng won't teach you these things. Did Jiang Xiangming teach you this?"

"Don't talk to me about this, let Leng Yeting answer the phone, hurry up!"

Wei Yan said carefully: "How old are you?"

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone directly.

She answered the phone because she was curious about what Leng Xinyue wanted to say to her, but the insults at the beginning really put her in no mood to continue the conversation.

Leng Xinyue's phone rang again. Wei Yan silenced her phone, turned off the vibration, and placed it on the tea tray on the island.

She began to be busy in the kitchen. She still wanted to cook something light, but now the food for both the large and small children needed to be more nutritious.

She took the meat out of the refrigerator to thaw, and then took the eggs out of the freezer. Suddenly she heard movement behind her. She turned around. Leng Yeting was wearing pajamas, and his dark eyes were weak but focused deeply on her.

"Why are you down?" Wei Yan quickly walked over and reached out to help her, remembering that her hands had just touched raw food and hadn't been washed yet.

"I have to cook for you." Leng Yeting said.

Even though he was seriously ill, his features were always as bright as the sun, moon and stars, but this time, his hairstyle was a little messy.

But it is this chaos that adds a lot of laziness to his home.

Wei Yan said seriously: "You don't need to do this. You can go back and lie down, or you can go and spend some time with me. He has been wanting to find you these days."

"When I went downstairs just now, I saw Diandian asleep. I went to his room and brought him a thin blanket to cover him."

"Then you go and rest too."

Leng Yeting looked at the gas stove and raised his feet to go over. Wei Yan blocked him with a step: "Leng Yeting, are you so repulsive to what I cook?"

Leng Yeting raised his eyebrows lightly: "No."

"Then do you like eating what I cook?"

Leng Yeting thought about what he had eaten from her.

Wei Yan didn't give him time to think, and smiled at him: "I'll show you a few hands, my hands are itchy."

Knowing that she said that on purpose, Leng Yeting's dark eyes became gentle, but just when he was about to speak, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the caller ID that was lighting up on the tea tray on the island.