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

The sky turned white, and the lingering ambiguity in the bedroom gradually faded away.

He quickly changed into a silver-gray suit and went out the door expressionlessly.

The way he was so callous and unsociable at this moment was completely different from the way he was in bed last night, wanting to kill her directly.

Of course, even though he was deep in desire last night, his expression was not very enthusiastic.

The moment he got up, Wei Yan woke up, but kept pretending to be asleep.

My throat is a little dry and hoarse.

It wasn't until he was about to walk out of the room that she whispered: "Mr. Leng, goodbye."

Leng Yeting didn't know whether he heard her words or not. He just paused and went downstairs without any response.

That cold look made Wei Yan shudder slightly.

Four years ago, she joined Leng's as an intern.

On the first day when she accompanied Leng Yeting to a social gathering, someone plotted against him and she became his antidote.

The story that follows is cliche and unexamined.

The relationship between the president and the chief secretary continues to this day.

Although Leng Yeting didn't say a word, she knew that they probably wouldn't have a chance to see each other again.

She quickly got up, packed her things and went downstairs. Sure enough, she saw Leng Yeting's special assistant Song Zhi on the sofa in the living room.

Song Zhi was sitting upright, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and had a notebook on his lap. His fingers were tapping rapidly, with a serious expression.

He heard the sound and pushed up his glasses when he looked back at her.

When the eyes behind the lenses fell on the suitcase held in Wei Yan's hand, their eyes darkened, and they quickly hid the surprise in their eyes.

The two have worked together for many years and work well together.

Wei Yan said hello naturally and sat down opposite Song Zhi.

Song Zhi then moved the computer away, handed the documents he had prepared long ago to Wei Yan, cleared his throat and said, "Secretary Wei, this is what Mr. Leng gave you."

Wei Yan took it and glanced at it, but remained silent for a long time.

The slightly drooped eyelashes trembled, looking a little fragile.

Song Zhi thought she was sad and whispered: "Secretary Wei, if you have other needs, you can ask for them. As long as it's not too much, Mr. Leng will definitely satisfy you based on your friendship."

mutual affection?

As far as Leng Yeting is concerned, she is just a tool for venting and lusting.

Tools are at best a bit nostalgic and should be thrown away.

When it comes to affection, she doesn't know how to appreciate it.

Wei Yan came back to her senses and said with a smile but not a smile: "Mr. Leng is so generous."

Her tone was a little dull, and Song Zhi was secretly speechless.

Wei Yan was so calm, as if she had expected Leng Yeting to separate.

She had been with Leng Yeting for four years, and now she was about to separate. Leng Yeting gave her three pieces of real estate, including the villa she was living in at this time, plus the cash and various things, which added up to at least One hundred million.

Not to mention what she has gained over the years, even if she marries anyone, the money will be enough to ensure that she has enough food and clothing for the rest of her life.

Wei Yan was indeed a ruthless character. Even when he saw the things Leng Yeting gave him, he felt sour.

Most women would jump up in surprise when they saw the "sky-high price breakup gift" given by Leng Yeting, but Wei Yan had no emotion at all and even took the time to give Leng Yeting a compliment in secret.

Wei Yan took the document and signed it neatly.

Then she took out the resignation letter she had prepared a long time ago from her bag, handed it to Song Zhi, and said politely: "Sorry for the trouble, Special Assistant Song."

Song Zhi knew that, given her status, it was normal for her to leave Leng Yeting and resign from the Leng family.

He accepted it all and said, "Secretary Wei, you're welcome."

Wei Yan then smiled softly: "I won't be Secretary Wei anymore. Please call me Wei Yan."

Song Zhi quickly got up and left.

Wei Yan looked at his back, raised her hand and gently touched his flat belly.

Leng Yeting was tired of her, so she had to find a way to escape.

She was hiding a huge secret, but she couldn't let him know.