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

Mr. Leng said with a smile: "You have made a lot of contributions to the Leng family during the years you have been in the Leng family. After you leave the Leng family and return to your hometown, it will be difficult for us to meet again. I will give you this little money." A wedding red envelope."

Conversations between smart people don't need to be too clear.

A change in title says it all.

The check from the old man was both a warning and a bribe, and maybe... it was also compensation for her miscarriage.

Wei Yan suddenly felt a little bitter in her heart.

She has to accept this money, otherwise the old man will not feel at ease.

Wei Yan forced out a smile and took the check regardless of Leng Yeting's ugly expression: "Thank you, Director Leng."

Mr. Leng stood up, glanced at Leng Yeting, who had a cold expression on his face, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Get settled, Miss Wei, and come up to the study."

The air condensed instantly.

Leng Yeting looked at Wei Yan: "Is this all your truth?"

Wei Yan did not answer immediately.

His eyes fell on the tea cup where Leng Yeting and Leng Dong were drinking tea together just now.

As a former secretary, she was considered a higher-end "maid" of the Leng family, and she was not qualified to drink tea when she came to the house.

The cup in her hand was handed to her by Leng Yeting. At that time, she saw Leng Dong's eyes turned cold for a moment.

She kept turning the cup in her hand, and the transparent liquid formed one arc after another. Let her destroy, rebuild, rebuild...and destroy again. All she could do was go with the flow without any thoughts of her own.

Is it really true? Still can't have it.

Wei Yan raised a smile on her lips, put the water glass on the coffee table, and stood up: "Mr. Leng, Mr. Leng is still waiting for you."

She smiled calmly, as if nothing really happened.

Leng Yeting looked at her deeply and suddenly said: "Just take it, I just want to buy some food to replenish your body."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Wei Yan looked at his back, raised her head and blinked hard, swallowed back the tears of grievance, and curled her lips in a self-deprecating tone.

study.

Leng Yeting walked in. Mr. Leng was sitting at his desk, wearing glasses and reading a newspaper.

He glanced at the watch on the table: "It's faster than I thought."

Leng Yeting put away the sternness he displayed to others. He was not very approachable, but very polite.

Leng Yeting frowned: "Grandpa, there is no need for you to call me and Wei Yan back and say those words to her."

Sharp light flashed through the lens, and Mr. Leng put down the newspaper: "Based on your words, I think it is necessary."

Before Leng Yeting could answer, Mr. Leng asked again: "What do you think of this girl Wei Yan?"

Although it was a question, Mr. Leng obviously had no intention of talking to Leng Yeting because he had already given the answer.

"I think she is a sensible girl."

No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, the cold air on Leng Yeting's body could not be controlled at this moment: "You want to touch her?"

Mr. Leng smiled without any tendency to get angry.

He looked at Leng Yeting, smiling like a charitable old man, but his eyes were full of sharpness: "It depends on you whether I can touch her, not me. What's more, Ye Ting, you are not just my grandson, you are still cold total.

Since you took over Leng's, you have done a great job, exceeding my expectations. You have always been the person who knows the best about propriety. You are just a woman. If you can afford it, you must be able to let it go.

When you reach the age of marriage, when the time comes, you still have to respect your future wife. If you are a no-nonsense woman, deal with it as soon as possible. "