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

It's not a good time to go out during a thunderstorm, but such thunderstorms usually don't last long.

By the time Wei Yan and Leng Yeting finished breakfast and tidied everything up, it was already an hour later and the thunderstorm had ended not long ago.

The heavy rain was still pouring down, and the whole world was filled with moisture.

Diandian was in a good mood. In the car, he talked about the places Wei Yan had taken him to before, and also talked about the villa by the lake.

Thinking of that villa, Wei Yan subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror.

It's just a pity that Leng Yeting didn't raise his head from this angle. It was difficult for her to see his features clearly from this angle.

But as if feeling something, Leng Yeting turned his head slightly and looked behind him.

Wei Yan didn't know what to say, so she just gave him a comforting look.

The corners of Leng Yeting's lips curled up slightly, and he looked back at the road ahead: "There are still five days left."

"Five days...what?"

"Wen Yi will be sent abroad and she will never have the chance to come back."

After the previous turmoil, Wei Yan never asked what was going on with Wen Yi. She also didn't ask what Leng Ye Ting and Leng Xiu Yuan were going to do with Wen Yi. Now when Leng Ye Ting suddenly mentioned it, Wei Yan nodded. He said calmly: "Yeah."

Not wanting to continue this topic, Wei Yan took out the document bag on the side.

This document bag was given to her by Ji Liang. It contained all the handover procedures and a bank card with a very large amount. Ji Liang said that this bank card contained two-thirds of her property.

Wei Yan has not been able to ask Ji Liang about the specific conflict between Ji Liang and Fu Mo Sheng so far. Ji Liang doesn't want to talk about it, so she respects her and won't ask any more questions.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and there is a traffic jam.

Wei Yan slowly looked at each word on the document, and suddenly she felt something in her peripheral vision. She raised her head and looked out the window.

A young girl stopped on the side of the road, holding an umbrella in her hand. The wind was strong, and her long hair was blown up. The long black hair was very conspicuous in such heavy rain.

Wei Yan frowned lightly. Although the rain curtain blurred each other's sight and there were still car windows, Wei Yan could feel that the other person was looking at her and knew that she was looking at her too.

Diandian came over and looked out the window curiously: "Mommy, what are you looking at?"

Hearing this, Leng Yeting also turned around to look.

At this moment, the umbrella in the young girl's hand tipped over, covering her face, leaving only a long black hair hanging down to her waist.

She turned around and walked forward, in the completely opposite direction to theirs, and soon disappeared from sight.

Leng Yeting just glanced briefly and then looked away.

Wei Yan's expression turned thoughtful.

"Huh?" Diandian blinked her big eyes, "Mommy, what's wrong?"

Wei Yan shook his head: "It's nothing."

She just suddenly felt that this girl was very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.

The traffic was now clear, and Leng Yeting started the car and drove forward slowly.

Hao Yuxue, who had already walked far away, suddenly stopped. Her eyes turned cold as she glanced down. She paused and turned around to look at the super luxury car going away.

What a nice car, Hao Yuxue felt sour, and she wanted to sit in it too.

If everything can be as controlled as she is... then Wei Yan, I will take your seat.

The heavy rain got heavier and heavier, and Fu Mosheng, who was still sleeping, was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

He frowned and went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, he was stunned.

Leng Yeting and Wei Yan each held Diandian's hand, and the family of three stood upright in front of the door of his house.

Fu Mo Sheng was silent for a while and said: "You... what kind of look are you wearing this morning?"

Leng Yeting corrected: "It is now eleven twenty-three, so it should be noon."

Fu Mo said: "..."