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

When the car arrived at Xingguang Garden, it was already dark.

This time, Song Zhi drove Leng Yeting back, and Hao Yuxue sat in the back alone.

Hao Yuxue wanted to pull Leng Yeting to the back row, but Leng Yeting's attitude was still repulsive.

But today in the conference room, at least Leng Yeting gave her enough face, so Hao Yuxue was not in a bad mood now.

Song Zhi got out of the car and drove for Leng Yeting. Leng Yeting looked at the documents on the tablet with a frown, until Song Zhi whispered: "Mr. Leng, we're here."

Leng Yeting raised his head and responded softly.

Song Zhi came over politely and opened Hao Yuxue's car door: "Miss Hao."

"Thank you." Hao Yuxue's face softened and she said calmly.

Song Zhi had no expression on his face. After she came down, he raised his hand and closed the door.

Seeing Leng Yeting also get out of the car, Song Zhi suddenly opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Leng Yeting looked over: "What do you want to say?"

Song Zhi was quiet for a moment and said, "Over at the Leng family, Mr. Leng really doesn't plan to go back today."

When Leng Yeting thought of Wen Yi, there was no trace of mother-son affection in his heart, all that was reflected was her ferocious face and knife-like words.

Seeing his expression, Hao Yuxue quickly said: "Ye Ting, don't think about it."

Now Leng Yeting's thinking is very chaotic. Hao Yuxue has tried his best to control him within his control range. There is no guarantee at all what he will remember and what he will forget if he is stimulated again.

And she spent so much effort to get to him. The time she spent with him was so short that she couldn't afford any "forgetting".

Hao Yuxue looked at Song Zhi: "You know exactly what Wen Yi did to Ye Ting. Why didn't you pick up which pot? Is it good for you to stimulate Ye Ting at this time?"

Song Zhi didn't expect Hao Yuxue to point the finger at him directly and said, "I didn't mean to irritate Mr. Leng."

"Then you shouldn't mention it!" Hao Yuxue raised her voice. This was the first time she spoke loudly to Song Zhi, completely using the topic.

Song Zhi stared at her with disgust.

Hao Yuxue raised her eyebrows: "Why do you look at me like that? Did I offend you with what I said?"

"That's enough," Leng Yeting suddenly said and looked at Song Zhi, "Song Zhi, you go back first."

Song Zhi took a deep breath and nodded: "Yes."

Watching Song Zhi drive away, Hao Yuxue said unhappily: "Ye Ting, didn't you notice that he was weird?"

Leng Yeting said word by word: "I said, enough is enough."

Hao Yuxue's face turned pale, and her eyes showed grievance: "Ye Ting!"

Leng Yeting just looked at her indifferently and turned towards the door.

Hao Yuxue followed immediately, and the first thing she did after entering the house was to pour water for Leng Yeting.

Leng Yeting didn't drink. He leaned on the sofa and continued to read the documents in his hand.

Hao Yuxue placed the water glass on the glass coffee table and sat down next to him gently: "Still remembering?"

"Don't worry," Leng Yeting said calmly, "I have a good control and will not let myself get to the point of split personality."

Hao Yuxue laughed: "If it were really that simple, I wouldn't need to be a psychiatrist. The human brain is often out of control."

Leng Yeting frowned slightly because of the word "out of control".

Hao Yuxue pretended to be nonchalant in testing: "However, since Special Assistant Song has already said this just now, I might as well ask again, did the old house call you today?"

Leng Yeting raised his eyelids and glanced at her: "This is my family matter."

And he could obviously find that he was subconsciously rejecting talking to Hao Yuxue too much about "family" things and excluding her from "home".

Hao Yuxue was not angry and said: "Didn't I go today? Someone asked me about you, and I don't like to deal with people, so I just said, I'll come to you if I have anything. So, I'm asking you now. "

Leng Yeting looked at the tablet and said calmly: "No."

As he spoke, his slender fingers scratched out another page on it.