When I left the nursing home, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Leng Tianrui hugged the child in his arms and followed Jiang Xiangming silently.

Jiang Xiangming got into the car irritably and spat out of the car window with thick phlegm.

Leng Tianrui could only be glad that the child was tired of crying and was sleeping soundly now. Otherwise, he would be worried that even the child's crying would cause Jiang Xiangming's unhappiness.

After all, they came with their children to "get" benefits, but now they are empty-handed.

The car left in the heavy rain. What Jiang Xiangming and Leng Tianrui didn't know was that a mobile phone camera took several photos to their license plate number.

Wei Yan took Diandian home, Leng Yeting was still sleeping.

Staying up late and exercising, Leng Yeting slept very heavily.

Wei Yan left Diandian in the study to play with toys, poured a cup of hot water and put it on the head of Leng Yeting's bed, then put the cup of water down, and then heard Leng Yeting's murmuring in his dream.

Wei Yan frowned slightly and sat down silently by the bed.

He spoke very lowly, she couldn't hear clearly, and tried hard to hear, and could only hear the word "grandfather".

When Wei Yan thought of Mr. Leng, he felt melancholy.

She understood the position of Mr. Leng Yeting in Leng Yeting's heart, so she left a post-it note to encourage him. The post-it note was still posted well, but Leng Yeting had not woken up.

Wei Yan raised his hand and tore off the post-it notes from the bedside table, kneaded them into a ball, threw them into the trash can, and drew a parabola in the air.

As the small piece of paper fell steadily, Leng Yeting suddenly grabbed the wrist of her other hand very hard.

Wei Yan was startled and looked at him worriedly: "Leng Yeting, are you okay?"

Leng Yeting's eyes were still closed, and he heard her voice and slowly opened it.

In such a short moment, Wei Yan found that he could understand all the emotions that were surging through his black eyes.

From fear, to coldness, to cruelty, to the gentleness after discovering that it was her.

"Yan Yan." Leng Yeting said silly.

Wei Yan took out the soft tissue from the bedside table and gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I'm having a nightmare."

Leng Yeting did not deny: "Many nightmares."

"Did you dream of Mr. Leng?"

"Well, it's all about my childhood, and then I grew up all of a sudden," Leng Yeting looked at the ceiling, "It's very chaotic, very disorderly, messy dreams and messy figures."

Wei Yan felt distressed in his heart: "Dreams are the opposite, come and drink water."

She picked up the hot water and whispered gently under her lips.

Leng Yeting looked at her deeply and suddenly smiled.

It's really uncommon for her to be so gentle.

No, it’s not common to him, and Diandian is definitely not unfamiliar with him.

The words of his words fell, and the ringtone of his cell phone suddenly rang.

Leng Yeting turned his eyes with deep eyes and looked at his phone, and the deep tenderness in his eyes gradually faded away.

Seeing that he had not responded, Wei Yan reminded: "Leng Yeting, the call is coming."

After more than ten seconds, Leng Yeting responded lightly: "Yes."

"Your reaction isn't that slow..." Wei Yan said, reaching out to get it. Seeing that it was Song Zhi's number, she handed over the phone, "It's Song's Special Assistant."

Leng Yeting just watched it like this, motionless and did not answer.

Wei Yan suddenly understood his emotions, and she was very surprised because Leng Yeting was actually... scared!

He actually didn't even dare to answer the phone!

Since it was Song Zhi's, Wei Yan did not avoid it and said, "I'll take it."

As he said that, he pressed the switch button.

Leng Yeting watched her pick up the phone and put it in his ears. For some reason, his heart suddenly felt cold.

And his premonition was always terrible.
Chapter completed!