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

Wen Yi's funeral was arranged simply by Leng Xiuyuan, but Uncle Bing's funeral was handled by Leng Wuyou. She regarded Uncle Bing as a relative and personally created a luxurious funeral for him.

Wei Yan woke up early in the morning, and when she came out, there was food prepared by Leng Yeting in the kitchen.

Wei Yan reached out to touch it, but the food was still hot.

But Leng Yeting is no longer at home.

A long-lost feeling of familiarity made Wei Yan's eyes warm. When she heard the movement behind her, she quickly turned around, thinking it was Leng Yeting, but she rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at her sadly: "Mommy, daddy is it?" Not leaving."

Wei Yan didn't want him to be disappointed, but she could only nod honestly: "Well, he just left not long ago."

Diandian looked at the neatly folded quilts on the sofa, and went over to sit down on the single sofa on the other side in frustration: "Don't you think Diandian should interrupt when Dad is on the phone? Diandian interrupted, which made Dad angry." Better than unhappy.”

"How could it be?" Wei Yan went over to comfort her, "You are still young. If he leaves because of this matter and cares about you, then even if he regains his senses in the future, mommy will not want him."

As soon as they finished speaking, they heard the password rang outside the door. The mother and son looked at each other at the same time. Leng Yeting, who appeared with a brand-new boutique bag, met their big eyes. The clothes on his body had been changed, and he looked handsome. .

The next second, Diandian jumped up happily: "Daddy!"

He happily stepped forward and threw himself into Leng Yeting's arms.

Leng Yeting didn't refuse, and even leaned over to pick him up, letting his son wrap around his neck.

Wei Yan looked at his clothes and the fine belt in his hand and understood: "You went to take a bath."

Leng Yeting's tone was calm: "You don't want others to know this address, so you can't have people deliver things to your door."

Wei Yan smiled slightly: "You are quite thoughtful."

Her smile was particularly gentle and sweet, with faint dimples on her lips, and her eyes were also curved, with an indescribable charm that was completely opposite to the calmness and tranquility on her face.

Leng Yeting felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He looked away calmly and went over to put the boutique bag on the other side of the sofa. It was the clothes he would change next.

Diandian also left Leng Yeting's arms: "Daddy, have you eaten?"

Leng Yeting said: "Not yet."

"Then, daddy, come here, let's eat together!" Diandian grabbed his hand and picked up Wei Yan on the other side, insisting on pulling them to the kitchen together.

Leng Yeting had no choice but to go over and sit down.

Wei Yan was forced to sit next to Leng Ye Ting by Diandian. Wei Yan looked at Leng Ye Ting's handsome profile. Although he was still cold and silent, Wei Yan could understand his emotions. He was in a good mood at this time.

Wei Yan curled her lips and lowered her head to eat.

After eating, Leng Yeting took Diandian's temperature. It was still 38°. He looked at the displayed data and then looked at Wei Yan.

When Wei Yan saw this, she stepped forward very cooperatively and put her charming face close to hers: "Is it my turn?"

Leng Yeting: "..."

He raised the thermometer gun, and Wei Yan's body temperature dropped slightly to 37.8.

Leng Yeting put away his face calmly and said, "After Uncle Bing's funeral, I will accompany you to the hospital for a check-up."

Wei Yan's brows furrowed slightly, and her palms subconsciously touched her lower abdomen.

Seeing that her relaxed and even cheerful face suddenly turned dim, Leng Yeting said, "What's wrong?"

Wei Yan looked at him and shook his head.

Leng Yeting lowered his dark eyes, looking at her hand on her abdomen, and suddenly remembered the previous conversation in the cafe.

Wei Yan said calmly: "I'm going to change clothes."

After speaking, he turned and left.