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

Hearing the word "worry-free" mentioned in Wei Yan's mouth, Ji Liang and Wu Xinni both turned to look.

Diandian looked over curiously.

Xiaoyue fell into silence. After a while, she made up her mind to speak: "Mr. Wei, Miss Wuyou's temper has become very stubborn. She has been putting pressure on, not only the police, but also the caregivers. I."

"to you?"

"She called me many times a day, hoping that I would find out who killed those caregivers, and she wanted to take Leng Xinyue out of the nursing home."

Wei Yan clenched her phone and fell into silence.

She understands one truth very well, that is, you can't be close if you are not close.

No matter how estranged and unfamiliar the mother-daughter relationship between Leng Wuyou and Leng Xinyue was at the beginning, mother and daughter are still mothers and daughters.

However, it was not advisable to take Leng Xinyue out of the nursing home.

Leng Xinyue had hurt Leng Xiuyuan, and also hurt a maid in the Leng family mansion.

Threatening with a knife is a serious crime. She has already escaped legal punishment because of her status as a "mental patient", how can she still have freedom.

"Don't worry about her," Wei Yan said, "You go about your business. I'll arrange for other people to handle this matter."

"Okay." Xiaoyue responded.

After ending the call, Wei Yan put the matter aside for the time being and looked at Ji Liang and Wu Xinni: "Let's continue talking about Jessica."

Diandian hugged Xingxing and snuggled next to Wei Yan. There was no emotion on her handsome little face, but in her heart she curiously asked herself, who is Jessica?

……

A low-key gray cheap car stopped at an intersection.

Inside the intersection, a group of children in old clothes were jumping on leather ropes, or chasing each other and playing.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the car was a migrant worker whose clothes were all patched. The migrant worker said, "Yes, that's it."

The driver took off the sunglasses on his face, and his inverted triangular eyes, which were very white, looked really fierce. He asked the migrant worker: "Where is she?"

The migrant worker looked around, wondering: "I don't know, she, she wants me to bring you here."

"Get out of the car." The driver said impatiently.

"Well, where's the money?" The migrant worker looked at him.

The driver's expression became very fierce and he glared at the migrant workers, but he still took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his arms and threw them over impatiently as if to send them away.

With so much money, the migrant workers happily picked it up, thanked them profusely, and drove away.

The driver also got out of the car and stood outside the car door looking around.

The group of children who were skipping rope turned their heads and looked at him.

The driver didn't have a good look towards them, and his sinister expression made even the children feel scared.

After watching for a while, the driver turned around irritably, opened the door and got back in.

Soon, the driver felt something was wrong and immediately turned around: "Who!"

Sitting behind him was none other than Jessica.

She stole a man's clothes, and her hair, which had been beautifully and delicately styled, was now cut short.

Jessica swallowed hard and said: "Take me away, quickly!"

The driver looked her up and down, said nothing, turned around, and drove off.

Forty minutes later, Jessica appeared in front of Mu Qiu.

She crossed her arms and said angrily: "It's not you I want to see. Where's Wendy? I want to see Wendy."

"She went to take care of her business," Mu Qiu said lightly, "Do you want to go back to Atlanta?"

Jessica was in a terrible mood and said angrily: "No, I want to see Wendy. Tell me, where is Wendy?!"

"Ms. Jessica, you should go back," Mu Qiu looked at her, "You are not suitable to stay in Ancheng anymore."

"I said, I don't, I just want to see Wendy! Come on, let Wendy come out!!"

"Sorry, not really," a young male voice said, and with this voice, Robert walked out slowly, with an elegant and gentle smile on his face, "Hello, Ms. Jessica, my little lamb."

"Little lamb?" Jessica frowned, "What do you mean."

"It means that since you insist on staying and refuse to return to Atlanta, then you can only be my sheep." Robert said with a smile.