Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

She took out the phone and saw that it was a message from Zhan Yeling.    

"The golf course."    

The content of the message was very concise. It was obviously Zhan Yeling's style. Not to mention the reason, it was just a forceful order.    

"Is it Zhan Yeling?" Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped crying and asked Xiong Miao while sobbing.    

Xiong Miao paused for a moment and looked at her. She said, "I am leaving. You should also hurry home and cherish the prosperity now."    

Hearing this, Ling Xiaoxiao cried even louder. A kind of regret and hate complex emotions were tormented in her heart.    

Xiong Miao ignored her and quickly walked to the side of her car. She opened the car door and got into the car.    

She was the one who drove out today.    

If the driver were to pick her up, the news of her being kidnapped by Ling Xiaoxiao would have already spread to Zhan Yeling.    

How could it be so calm?    

Very quickly, Xiong Miao arrived at the golf course. Unlike last time, Zhan Yeling was the only one present.    

He was cleared again.    

She saw Zhan Yeling sitting under the umbrella, drinking fruit juice. Every gesture he made was filled with a noble aura.    

She quickly ran to his side.    

"Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road." Xiong Miao's breath was uneven as she said. She had been on the road for a while and was worried that he would get angry.    

Zhan Yeling looked over and looked at her.    

Xiong Miao felt guilty from being stared at by him. She changed the topic and asked, "Why did you suddenly call me here and only you are here?"    

"Playing football." Zhan Yeling slowly stood up and walked towards the court. Xiong Miao followed behind him.    

"Do you know how to play?" Zhan Yeling's deep voice drifted over.    

Xiong Miao paused and replied, "No."    

"I'll teach you." Zhan Yeling said.    

Xiong Miao asked, "Why did you suddenly think of teaching me how to play basketball?"    

Zhan Yeling stopped and walked to the court. "I don't want the next time I call you over, you can only play behind me like a servant girl."    

"You!" Xiong Miao was so angry that her face turned red. She also remembered the time when he played with Peng Yuzhou.    

She followed behind him. She did not help him tidy his clothes or put gloves on. She did not play a single ball.    

She really looked like a maid serving someone.    

"Come here." Zhan Yeling ordered.    

Xiong Miao snorted lightly and slowly walked over. Zhan Yeling handed the bat to her.    

Xiong Miao stood at the serve point. "Then I swing it?"    

After getting Zhan Yeling's permission, Xiong Miao carried a kind of revenge emotion and fiercely swung the bat out.    

The small white golf ball did not move at all. The ball missed and Xiong Miao's face quietly turned red.    

"This, the sun is too glaring. I did not see it clearly for a while." Xiong Miao pretended to be calm and explained.    

Knowing that she was looking for a way out for him, Zhan Yeling did not say anything. He went forward and held Xiong Miao's hand.    

His back suddenly pressed against Zhan Yeling's hot chest. His cold hand also grabbed the white and tender hand. His whole body was stuck in his arms and could not move.    

As Zhan Yeling spoke, the hot air that came out of his mouth fell into her ears. "Let me teach you. Hold the cue stick tight."    

At this moment, Xiong Miao's heart was unstable. She secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and listened to his words. She tightened her grip on the bat and swung it again under his command.    

This time, she hit a golf ball. However, the small ball only moved slightly on the ground, not even a meter.    

Xiong Miao turned her head and her hair brushed past his face. She saw that his thin lips were pursed tightly. She looked embarrassed and said, "I forgot to tell you. I have no sports cells since I was young. I probably won't be able to learn high-end sports like golf."