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

"It's so funny, is the painter W so outrageous?"

"Looking elegant and intellectual, it turns out it's all just an act."

"Have you seen that Monica? She was so beautiful, young, and had such a good temperament in the previous live broadcast! I really can't understand why she, such an outstanding person, is willing to be a gunman for our great W painter?"

"Now that there is Monica and Wu Tat, will there be others?"

“I don’t know, but our great painter W’s character design has always been a pure white lotus flower, unconcerned with the world, without desires and desires, but the result is, hey~!”

"She's so cool! One time I met her in a shopping mall and wanted her to sign an autograph for me, but she didn't even look at me, her nostrils grew on her forehead, and she left with her head raised! What if? It's her own achievement, so she can be proud of it, but isn't it because she found a ghostwriter? What is she proud of, why is she dragging her down?!"

"That's right, this time the shame has been spread internationally!"

……

Wen Yi repeatedly told herself not to read these comments, but she couldn't help it.

She tried several times to put the phone away, but soon she would fall into endless anxiety.

In the end, she seemed to be going crazy, refreshing the comment area and homepage over and over again. Seeing all kinds of swear words, attacks and ridicules, she couldn't stop crying.

There were wounds all over her face, and tears suddenly fell into the wounds, which made her miserable.

When several companies and studios she had worked with before issued statements to sue her, Wen Yi could no longer control herself.

She lifted the quilt, grabbed her clothes, tidied her appearance a little, then secretly left the ward and went downstairs, took a car and left.

Wei Yan's men watched the car drive away, then turned to look at Wei Yan: "Mr. Wei, could she have lost her mind and something happened?"

Wei Yan frowned slightly and said, "I don't know."

"Then, why don't we stop it?"

"Do you think you can stop it?"

After saying that, Wei Yan shook his head: "It's useless."

Wei Yan knew Wen Yi's situation well. She was a person who was out of control.

"Let's go." Wei Yan said to his subordinates.

Thirty minutes later, Wei Yan was still driving back when she suddenly received a call from Uncle Bing.

Uncle Bing's voice sounded very low, with a hint of uneasiness: "Mrs. Wen Yi came back just now. She went upstairs crying... Young Mistress, she seemed to have been beaten, and her face was swollen. Even though she was wearing a hat, I still saw it.”

Wei Yan asked: "Before calling me, did you call anyone else?"

Uncle Bing was a little embarrassed: "No, the first thing I thought of was to call you."

Wei Yan thought for a moment and said, "I'm going over now, but I'm still on the way. I'll give Leng Yeting a call. I'll bother Uncle Bing to call his dad."

"okay."

After ending the call, Wei Yan called Leng Yeting.

Leng Yeting's phone was busy.

But soon, Leng Yeting cut off the line over there and picked up hers.

Wei Yan smiled lightly: "Let me guess, that phone call just now was from your mother, right?"

Leng Yeting also laughed: "You guessed wrong, it belongs to my father, but you were half right. What he told me happened to be about her."

"So, did he say that Wen Yi is now at the Leng family mansion?"

Leng Yeting frowned: "I didn't tell you, but how did you know?"

Wei Yan would not betray Uncle Bing, and said calmly: "She was beaten beyond recognition by Jiang Xiangming. My men and I sent her to the hospital. We didn't want to follow her. We followed Jiang Xiangming."

Leng Yeting asked, "Do you want to go there now?"

Wei Yan nodded: "Yes, I'm on my way."

"Okay, then I'll go too."