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

What answered him was Wen Yi shouting like a madman: "I don't!!"

She clenched the clothes in her hands tightly: "This is my favorite clothes! Not only because of the color and style, but also because it has your blood on it, the blood of the evil descendant of the Leng family!!!"

Leng Yeting closed his eyes and his lips lost color.

"What? Do you feel uncomfortable? You were even more uncomfortable at the time! You have been crying. Mr. Leng taught you not to cry since you were a child, but you were a little waste and a coward back then! You kept crying, and the more you cried, The more you struggle, the more blood you will bleed!”

"That's enough!" Leng Yeting opened his eyes to interrupt her.

"Not enough!" Wen Yi roared angrily, "This is not enough, far from enough! I should have killed you directly at that time. If only I had stabbed you more accurately, I should have dug out your heart. ! Let this scourge like you grow up, the seed of the Leng family! The seed of Leng Xiuyuan!!"

Leng Yeting got up from the sofa and was about to leave, but the moment he got up, he felt dizzy.

There seemed to be a boy crying in his ears, and this boy was none other than himself.

The boy kept crying, asking his mother why, and begging his grandfather not to deal with his mother. When the boy woke up in the hospital bed, the first thing he cared about was still how his mother would be treated by his grandfather.

He didn't understand, really didn't understand.

Why did the mother he always wanted to see attack him with such a sharp bayonet?

He was shaking and convulsing, and nightmares that followed for years frequently woke him up in the middle of the night.

Doctors said it was childhood trauma.

Can it be cured?

The answer the doctor gave was uncertain.

Until, he met Wei Yan.

"Stop!" Wen Yi suddenly rushed up and interrupted Leng Yeting's thoughts. She stuffed the bloody clothes in her hand into Leng Yeting's arms, "Take it! Take it back! Take it back to me!"

The moment the clothes touched the bloody clothes, it was like a bolt of lightning flashed through Leng Yeting's body, and all the nightmares and screams, as well as the memories of his mother's ferocious appearance at his bedside, all came flooding back in an instant.

Leng Yeting threw away his clothes as if he was electrocuted and glared at Wen Yi angrily: "You're crazy!"

"I'm crazy!!" Wen Yi roared, "Why can't I be crazy? After being treated like this by your Leng family, why can't I be crazy!! You watch!"

She suddenly pulled out the hairpin from her head and stabbed it into her own wrist.

Leng Yeting hurried forward to stop him. Uncle Bing heard the commotion and ran from outside.

Wen Yi raised his bloody wrist and screamed like crazy: "Look, it's blood! You also have my blood in your body, Leng Yeting! Look, it's blood!!"

She squeezed the blood onto the bloody clothes.

Fresh blood dripped onto it, and the sharp color contrast made Leng Yeting feel dizzy again, as if he couldn't stand.

"Hahahaha..." Wen Yi suddenly burst out laughing, his eyes full of admiration, "Hahaha! I can't hurt you now, otherwise I really want to give you another knife! Give you another knife!!"

Uncle Bing and several servants took Wen Yi away forcibly, and Wen Yi's laughter still came out wildly: "Leng Yeting, go to hell, go to hell!! Hahahaha!"

Leng Yeting's face was pale and pale, and the bloody clothes on the ground were not cleaned up for the time being.

He didn't want to look, but as strong as he was in his autonomy and self-discipline, he couldn't help but look sideways.

As soon as his eyes glanced over, there was sharp, unforgettable pain.

Those noisy sounds reached his ears one after another, and Leng Yeting even felt like he was out of breath.

His tall body staggered, and he reached out to hold the back of the sofa. At this time, a sweet voice sounded: "Master, drink water."