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

Wei Yan collapsed on the ground, holding her stomach tightly: "It hurts, I hurt so much!!"

The blood was bright red and dazzling, and kept flowing. Zhan Beiming immediately took out his mobile phone to make a call. This was the first time in his life that his fingers were shaking like this.

Because of the blood on the ground, Zeng Tao stepped back step by step, realizing that he was really in trouble.

Immediately, Zeng Tao was rushed up and grabbed by his closest former friends.

He was pressed against the wall, his face pressed against the wall and his hands behind his back.

Ji Liang's face was covered with tears, and he held Wei Yan tightly in his arms. He turned around and shouted at Zhan Beiming: "Did you call someone? Hurry up, tell them to come over quickly!!"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault," Ji Liang lowered his head and hugged Wei Yan while crying, "It's all my fault for not controlling myself, it's all my fault, Yan Yan, wu wu wu..."

Listening to Ji Liang's cries, Wei Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, gradually lost their light, and passed out in her arms.

Time passes slowly, trickling away bit by bit.

Wei Yan felt that the hand that had frequently appeared in her dreams appeared again, desperately trying to pull her underwater. Everyone she cared about was on the shore.

She saw them reaching out their hands, trying desperately to hold her, but her body kept sinking out of control.

It hurt, her whole body ached, her consciousness was blurred, and she had a huge headache that made her worse than death.

The suffocating feeling of drowning gradually disappeared, followed closely by other hands.

Although she couldn't open her eyes, she clearly felt that these hands were reaching into her stomach, as if they were trying to take out all her internal organs.

Someone else's voice gradually came to my ears: "No, I won't cry."

"It's too young and needs an incubator."

"Where's the incubator?"

"Harder and hit the soles of your feet!"

……

Wei Yan really wanted to know what was going on, who was talking, and who was going to be beaten?

Suddenly, a loud cry of "Wow" came from the dark space, very hard.

This cry seemed to come from a distant time and space, directly piercing Wei Yan's life.

An inexplicable feeling of sadness made Wei Yan want to cry.

However, the severe pain in her body was too strong and the irresistible physical erosion caused her to fall into coma again.

Another eternity passed, and Wei Yan opened her eyes again, no longer seeing darkness.

The slits in my eyes are full of light, the sun outside is warm, and the curtains are fluttering gently due to the breeze.

Wei Yan's eyebrows were a little confused and she looked at the window in vain.

A tall figure stood at the window, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, wearing a white shirt. He was sending a message with his head lowered.

Wei Yan looked at him without blinking, as if he wanted to carve this figure into his life force.

Leng Yeting was replying to his men. His handsome face was cold. After replying, he turned around and his black eyes touched Wei Yan on the bed. Leng Yeting shuddered and walked over quickly.

Different from his rapid pace, his voice was extremely gentle: "Yanyan?"

His big palm stroked Wei Yan's broken hair, and his dark eyes seemed to melt her: "Are you awake?"

Wei Yan looked at him and suddenly cried.

"Don't cry," Leng Yeting raised his hand to wipe away her tears, "don't cry."

"It hurts so much," Wei Yan choked, "Please let me cry for a while. I'm very emotionally fragile right now. I need to cry..."

"Okay," Leng Yeting kissed her teardrops and said softly, "Then you cry, I will be here with you. But where does it hurt? Is it the wound or the head?"

Wei Yan shook her head, said nothing, and pressed her whole body into Leng Yeting's arms.