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

Wei Yan saw through the car window that after the traffic light, Leng Yeting's car drove into a different traffic flow than hers and disappeared soon after.

Wei Yan leaned against the car slumpedly, feeling depressed.

After finally returning home, Wei Yan didn't have the appetite to eat, so she just leaned on the sofa and fell asleep accidentally.

Until I was woken up by the sound of the door opening.

Wei Yan couldn't help but frown, feeling a little confused.

Except for the aunt who was responsible for sanitation and cooking, no one comes to this villa.

Auntie has already packed up and gone back. How could this time come?

As soon as she stood up, she saw the person standing at the door, it turned out to be...

Wei Yan: "Leng Yeting?!"

She subconsciously felt guilty, but Leng Yeting felt as natural as entering her own home.

I wasn't the least bit surprised to see her appear.

After his eyes swept over her, he glanced at the food on the table and sat down at the table: "I haven't eaten yet."

Wei Yan: "??"

Wei Yan only thought about it and suddenly reacted: "You already knew that I was back?"

Leng Yeting glanced at her as if she was talking nonsense.

Wei Yan made another bold guess: "You recognized me in Fanlong?"

Leng Yeting took a chopstick and said, "It's not too stupid."

Wei Yan's face instantly turned red: "Are you trying to trick me on purpose?!"

Leng Yeting raised his chin slightly and looked at her teasingly: "Yes, little cat."

Wei Yan was instantly ashamed, annoyed and embarrassed.

She was cautious when she was in the cage for fear of being discovered, was heartbroken when she heard in the hospital that he and Mu Qing might be engaged, and was disappointed when she saw him and Mu Qing sitting in the same car on the way home just now...

And this moment!

Seeing him so high up that he had everything under control, Wei Yan's heart boiled with anger.

She turned around suddenly and rushed upstairs to rummage through the safe. Not long after, she saw the property deed with her name written on it.

Leng Yeting said before that he would give her the villa, and he had obviously transferred the ownership of the house to her.

She threw the real estate certificate directly on the dining table, her eyes were cold and cold: "Mr. Leng, does it count if you gave me this house?"

Leng Yeting raised his eyebrows: "Forget it."

Wei Yan sneered: "In that case, this should be my home. Leng Yeting, you are not welcome in my home, please get out!"

Wei Yan's voice was not loud, but it was loud in the empty villa hall.

Leng Yeting's face suddenly turned cold: "Are you too timid?"

How dare you drive him away?

Wei Yan bared his teeth and smiled, folded his arms in front of his chest, and said in a deliberately sinister manner: "My name is on the real estate certificate. Don't I have the right to let you out?"

Leng Yeting: "..."

Wei Yan pointed to the door: "Please."

This word can be completely replaced by another word - get out.

Leng Yeting looked at her with squinted eyes. He was still in a happy mood when he entered the room, but it was gone now.

He glanced at her coldly, stood up and walked out.

Wei Yan watched his back disappear and sat back on the sofa, but her hands and feet were a little cold.

If Leng Yeting had lost his temper like this before, she would have been so panicked that she didn't know what to do and tried her best to coax him.

But now...

Whoever wants to coax whoever wants to coax!

After four years of coaxing her, she was tired of it!

Only the rage is burning and roaring!

Leng Yeting walked out of the villa with a terrifyingly cold face.

He returned to the car and drove away expressionlessly. However, not far after driving, he braked suddenly and stopped again.

Leng Yeting's expression was horrifying. He took a deep breath before suppressing the urge to turn around and teach Wei Yan a lesson.

Wei Yan's inexplicable anger came quickly and urgently.

But he knew very well that she was not a person who lost her temper for no reason.

Leng Yeting frowned, then took out his cell phone and called Song Zhi directly: "Go and find out what happened to Wei Yan today."