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

Leng Yeting didn't say anything, he just held her tightly and didn't respond for a long time.

Wei Yan gradually became uneasy, and said very low and low, "What's wrong?"

Leng Yeting closed his eyes deeply, his thin chin pressed against Wei Yan's fragrant hair.

For the first time in his life, he felt such a helpless emotion.

Seeing her eyes filled with tears, he felt strong reluctance and helplessness.

You are the proud son of God. Even though he experienced misfortune in his childhood, he has always been proud and confident, and he is good at controlling the overall situation from the top of the mountain.

But now, he has no control over his life.

If it were in the past, he would have died if he died, and he would have enjoyed all the glory, wealth, and power, and this world was not in vain, and it seemed that it was not worth his nostalgia.

But now, he has the deepest bond in his heart.

Not to mention, she was about to give birth.

Wei Yan, who seems to be strong, also needs protection. He should be the most important person in the world to protect her, but he may have to leave early.

Leng Yeting lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of her hair deeply, wanting to carve her into his blood and life.

"Leng Yeting..." Wei Yan's voice trembled.

The more Leng Yeting looked like this, the more frightened Wei Yan was. Her tears flowed down again, but she forced herself to hold back the crying and didn't want to cover it up with her fake sneeze, lest he would let go.

After a long time, Leng Yeting finally let go of his arm.

Seeing Wei Yan's red eyes, Leng Yeting said distressedly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Wei Yan nodded: "That's probably true. She seems to be very depressed when she's sick."

After saying that, Wei Yan raised a smile again: "It's okay. You'll be fine after a sleep. Drink more hot water."

She stood up and took Leng Yeting's big hand: "Go back upstairs first. Something else happened today. Judging from your appearance, you must not know it."

Leng Yeting asked, "What about the fight between Ji Liang and Ye Qingyin?"

Wei Yan raised his eyebrows: "You know?"

"Well, Song Zhi told me on the way back just now."

Wei Yan nodded: "...Oh."

She held Leng Yeting's hand and leaned completely against him: "Let's go back to the room."

Due to her height, Leng Yeting couldn't see the expression on her face as long as she lowered her head. It was also at this time that she quietly shed tears again.

It's really annoying. When she left Pucheng a few days ago, she clearly swore to herself in the bathroom of the train station that she would never cry in Ancheng. She was such a failure.

Back in the room, Wei Yan went to wash up first. When she came out, she didn't see Leng Yeting, so she went to the study room and found Leng Yeting on the phone.

Wei Yan didn't bother her further and went back to bed to lie down.

From shopping at noon to evening, in order not to affect the interest of her sisters, she had been enduring the pain in her back, and now she couldn't bear it anymore.

However, Leng Yeting never came back.

Wei Yan waited and waited, then got up and went over.

Leng Yeting was still on the phone, but this time he spoke entirely in Spanish.

Wei Yan had learned this language, but it was limited to daily communication. She didn't understand the many professional terms involved.

After listening for a while, Wei Yan vaguely realized that the call would take a long time, and Wei Yan continued to leave quietly.

But when she woke up after a long sleep, Leng Yeting hadn't come back yet!

Wei Yan was a little angry. There were already sick people, so why didn’t they know the seriousness of it?

What is so important?

Wei Yan went to touch her phone on the bedside table and checked the time. It was not even twelve o'clock.

She got up and went over. Leng Yeting's phone number changed to Chinese again. Judging from the tone, it was Song Zhi over there.

This time, because Leng Yeting got up to make coffee, he happened to see Wei Yan coming over.

Leng Yeting stopped and said to Song Zhidao: "I'll beat you later."

He ended the call and walked towards Wei Yan, passing by the desk and placing his cell phone on it along with the coffee in his other hand.