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

Because the house collapsed, Wei Yan was covered in dust. When she got home, she washed herself carefully before going to bed early.

She got up early the next morning.

I borrowed the hotel's kitchen and managed to cook three dishes and one soup under the on-site guidance of the chef.

By the time she hurried to the hospital ward, it was almost lunch time.

Leng Yeting had a large wound on his back and could only sleep on his side with his back to the door.

The atmosphere in the ward was somewhat depressing.

Song Zhi felt bitter.

He knew very well that the person Leng Yeting wanted to see was not him, but he had secretly sent several messages to Wei Yan and made several calls, but no one answered.

Song Zhi said cautiously: "Mr. Leng, lunch time is coming soon. What do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to bring it over now."

He was answered by the cold air in the room.

Song Zhi silently took out his mobile phone and prepared to order food.

At this time, there were slightly familiar footsteps outside the ward, approaching from far away.

Before Song Zhi could react, he saw Leng Yeting suddenly opening his eyes, raising his eyes as if he wanted to look out, but finally stopped.

He still kept his eyes closed and his back to the door.

Song Zhi was a little confused and was about to ask when he heard a knock on the door of the ward.

Song Zhi's eyes lit up, and sure enough, he saw the door open and Wei Yan walked in with a bunch of things in his hands.

Wei Yan took a look at the situation in the room, and then saw Song Zhi coming over enthusiastically to help lift the things in her hands: "Secretary Wei, you came just in time! Have you prepared the food? Mr. Leng didn't eat anything in the morning. I must be hungry soon."

Wei Yan glanced at Leng Yeting, who was still on the bed, and then turned to Song and said, "Special Assistant Song, this is yours."

Song Zhi didn't expect Wei Yan to be so attentive. He took Wei Yan's packing box and quickly found an excuse to leave the ward.

Only Wei Yan and Leng Yeting were left in the room.

Leng Yeting lay with his eyes closed, still motionless.

Wei Yan put down her things and then walked to the bed.

After all, he had lost a lot of blood and his face looked a bit pale.

But even when he was lying down in a hospital gown, his aura remained unabated.

Her slightly merciless lips were pursed slightly, and her expression looked a little indifferent.

Wei Yan didn't care whether he was really asleep or pretending to be asleep, and whispered: "Mr. Leng, wake up."

She raised her hand and pushed his shoulder gently, and she saw that he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes locked her firmly.

Wei Yan paused for a moment before continuing: "You are injured. You should eat at the same time so that you can recover quickly."

After that, she didn't care whether Leng Yeting heard it or not. She turned around and brought out the small table and laid out all the food she brought.

The three dishes are all blood-tonifying, plus chicken soup.

Wei Yan originally wanted to cook fish soup for him, but considering her cooking skills, she decided not to challenge the impossible in life.

Leng Yeting had already cooperated and sat up.

Just when he got up, he pulled the wound on his back and frowned slightly.

Wei Yan laid out the food for him and handed him the chopsticks.

Leng Yeting took the chopsticks with a cold face, picked up the ribs Wei Yan brought and tasted them.

Wei Yan looked at him with not so obvious nervousness.

As soon as the ribs entered his mouth, Leng Yeting's expression changed slightly.

He looked at Wei Yan: "Did you cook it yourself?"

Wei Yan nodded.

What Song knew was that she packed the meal alone, and Leng Yeting's meal took her several hours to make.

After the guidance of the hotel chef... maybe... probably... it should be edible.

Leng Yeting ate the ribs in his mouth, and then looked at Wei Yan, "Cooking in person... Secretary Wei, are you here to repay a favor or to take revenge?"