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

Wei Yan was stunned for a moment, with a rare and obvious confusion on his face.

Paying careful attention to his expression, she whispered: "Does it taste bad?"

Leng Yeting said nothing, put his chopsticks aside and just looked at her.

"The hotel chef looked at what I cooked. It shouldn't taste too bad..." Wei Yan's voice became lower and lower, and she suddenly remembered the chef's hesitant expression after packing the meal.

Wei Yan thought he shouldn't eat it, and didn't think much about it. He took the chopsticks and took a bite of the ribs. He was suddenly confused.

"Sweet?"

What she cooked was not sweet and sour pork ribs, but the pork ribs tasted sweet and had an indescribable awkwardness.

Wei Yan took the spoon and tried the chicken soup again.

Not surprisingly, it's also sweet.

She immediately realized that she was probably unfamiliar with the seasonings in the kitchen and accidentally used salt instead of sugar.

Leng Yeting doesn't like sweets very much.

Wei Yan suddenly felt slightly discouraged and unhappy.

She originally thought that Leng Yeting had cooked the food herself when she was sick.

This time he was not feeling well, so he also cooked to give him a meal before they separated.

But in the end it is not perfect, just like the relationship between them.

She put down the spoon and said with some embarrassment: "Let me order another meal for you. If you are hungry now, I will go downstairs to buy it. It should be ready soon."

"Need not."

Leng Yeting glanced at her, then didn't say anything else, just picked up the chopsticks and continued eating.

Wei Yan was shocked: "These chopsticks..."

Leng Yeting had already put the food into his mouth. Hearing her words, he said slowly: "What?"

Wei Yan swallowed the second half of his sentence immediately.

She had just used these chopsticks.

Leng Yeting is somewhat of a germaphobe. I don't know if he didn't notice it at the moment, or...

She didn't dare to continue, but Leng Yeting had no intention of letting her go. He just said, "I don't know how many times I kissed you. Now you know how shy you are?"

Wei Yan said firmly: "This moment, that moment."

Leng Yeting snorted unhappily, but he didn't like to talk while eating. He concentrated on eating and ignored her.

The food tasted really strange, but Leng Yeting seemed to be extremely hungry and actually ate it all.

Wei Yan was a little suspicious. Maybe he prefers sweet food?

Leng Yeting was already sitting on the bed and starting to look through the documents. Wei Yan packed the lunch boxes he had brought and put them into a bag and held them in his hand.

She was a little nervous and squeezed the bag in her hand.

The atmosphere in the ward became subtly quiet.

Leng Yeting realized that she had something to say. He paused slightly while holding the document with his fingertips, and said in a calm tone, "Say."

Wei Yan took a deep breath for a moment before speaking: "Mr. Leng, regarding the recruitment of Leng's chief secretary, I interviewed a few people a few days ago, and one of them happens to be from Yecheng, and he has a good work resume and ability. You can come over here. The branch is keeping an eye on it. As for the Leng headquarters, Su Mei is qualified for the job of chief secretary, both in terms of personal psychological quality and work ability."

After she finished speaking, she could sense that the atmosphere in the ward instantly became cold.

Leng Yeting raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes fell on the bag in her hand, and then he said with a half-smile: "It turns out to be a farewell meal."

That's exactly what she meant.

Then Leng Yeting said next: "Send me away with such an unpleasant farewell meal, what do you think of me, Leng Yeting?"

Wei Yan said awkwardly: "Mr. Leng, I sincerely thank you, although... there is indeed a slight mistake."

Leng Yeting smiled and suddenly threw away the chopsticks in his hand.

Regardless of whether it would stretch the wound, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

He pinched her chin with one hand, forcing her to look up at him, and said in a playful tone: "The work can be handed over, but what about the injuries I suffered for you? Don't you plan to take responsibility?"