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

She didn't like to cry, but the tip of her nose was still sore when she smelled the familiar cold fragrance.

Leng Yeting hugged her directly, and Wei Yan did not resist.

At this moment, her hands and feet were weak, and she couldn't resist even if she really wanted to.

It wasn't until she threw her on the bed and he leaned over that he saw her red and swollen face.

His expression became a little gloomy: "You are not very powerful in front of me, and you are beaten so soon?"

When the cold fingertips touched her cheek, Wei Yan flinched and turned her head to avoid his hand.

A hint of displeasure flashed across his expression.

She looked up at him and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Leng, we are all adults, why should we ask some questions so directly."

Leng Yeting's expression changed slightly, he took back his hand and looked at her expressionlessly.

As if Wei Yan couldn't see the ugly expression on his face, he continued deliberately: "Mr. Leng has taught me personally for several years, and now he has found me such a fun and cheerful next door. It's really troublesome."

Leng Yeting put one hand on the side of her pillow and looked down at her with a dangerous tone: "Are you enjoying it?"

Wei Yan looked at him: "I've eaten too much delicacies from the mountains and seas, and it tastes good to eat at roadside stalls occasionally. I just didn't expect that Mr. Ding was so uninteresting that he ended it before I even started."

As she spoke, she slowly touched his chest with her fingers: "Mr. Leng, are you trying to extend my battery life?"

Leng Yeting laughed angrily: "You are quite capable."

Make him angry.

You are really brave.

Wei Yan thought he would be so angry that he would slam the door and leave the next second, but she didn't expect...

The short skirt on her body was suddenly lifted, and his hands went directly up her legs.

He actually used this method to test whether she had been...

As if being electrocuted, Wei Yan immediately moved back and cursed: "Leng Yeting! You bastard!"

However, she was on the bed now, pressed under him, and moving around was just fluttering under him.

Wei Yan collapsed, looked at him in humiliation, raised her hand and slapped his face hard.

Snapped!

Leng Yeting turned his face slightly away from the beating and turned to look at her coldly.

Wei Yan was scared and angry: "Get out!"

Leng Yeting glanced at her lightly and stood up directly.

This room has been open under Leng Yeting's name for a long time. He occasionally stayed here when he was late for social events. This was not the first time that Wei Yan came with him.

He sat down directly on the small sofa in the room and even flipped through the company documents.

Wei Yan curled up against the bed.

She felt like there was a fire burning in her body, which burned her to the point of losing all reason. She wanted to rush into the bathroom and soak herself in the bathtub, just thinking about the child in her belly...

Time passed minute by minute.

Leng Yeting's patience was running out.

The document in his hand was not turned over for a long time. Leng Yeting raised his eyes and saw Wei Yan huddled in the corner, trembling slightly.

Her long hair covered her face, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

He felt something was wrong and stood up straight away.

As he got closer, he saw that Wei Yan's face was covered with sweat and his cheeks were red. In order to suppress the restlessness in his body, he bit the back of his hand tightly, which was already bleeding.

He walked over quickly and tried to pull her hand away: "Let go."

Wei Yan didn't give him the slightest reaction.

He directly reached out and pinched both sides of her cheeks with two fingers. She felt pain and was forced to let go. Only then did he realize that the back of her hands was already bloody.

Leng Yeting laughed out of anger: "You are quite cruel to yourself."

Her consciousness was a little blurry at the moment, and she was just subconsciously fighting against her body.

Smelling his familiar scent, she subconsciously clung to him.

Leaning forward a little, she pressed her whole body against him, pressing him directly onto the bed.

Lips that smelled a little bit of blood pressed directly against his, blocking his with some eagerness.

He raised his eyebrows, lying down and letting her tease her randomly, but... soon he felt a pain in his lips, and the woman in his arms began to struggle crazily to push him away.

He licked his lips and tasted blood unsurprisingly: "Are you playing with me?"