Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

Just as she was about to change the topic, his deep eyes looked at her. His gaze was too sharp, and she had nowhere to run.    

"Today is your mother's death anniversary. Why didn't you say it?" He said with a hint of anger mixed within.    

Xiong Miao was stunned. How did he know that today was the anniversary of her mother's death?    

Even she herself only remembered it when Xiong Peisheng reminded her.    

Also, that frost covered the ground just now. She thought that he was going to be angry with her and would be furious with her again.    

Unexpectedly, he didn't get angry. Instead, he restrained his anger and continued to ask her questions.    

"I was also taken away at the last minute." Xiong Miao told the truth.    

Besides, why would I tell you about my mother's death anniversary?    

Do you want to go with me? With what identity? My sugar daddy, or my child's father?    

I'm afraid that if you go, my mother will be even more unhappy.    

"Can't you call me if you go at the last minute?" Zhan Yeling asked back with a magnetic voice.    

"Xiong Miao, do you have a conscience or not?" He asked again.    

Xiong Miao was completely stunned by his question. He actually asked her if she had a conscience or not?    

These words should be asked by himself.    

"Why do I have no conscience? Do I have a conscience just by calling you? Even if I call you, will you give up your tens of millions of dollars worth of work to accompany me to pay my respects to my mother? "Xiong Miao stared at him with watery eyes, and her stubbornness also flared up.    

Didn't he always remind her to recognize his identity and not think too highly of him?    

Now that she recognized his identity, he was also unhappy?    

The woman opposite him was throwing a tantrum at him.    

He couldn't tell her face from her expression at the moment, but from her tone, he could tell that she still had resentment in her heart.    

Was she blaming him for trapping her by his side?    

Why was she always separated from him and did not know to look for him if anything happened?    

Was he just not going to show her affection?    

"If you didn't hit me, how did you know I wouldn't come?" Zhan Yeling gritted his teeth and said.    

This was the first time he had argued with her so stubbornly.    

"If I fight and you don't come, won't I lose face?" Xiong Miao also said with a stifled voice.    

Furthermore, her mother was on such an important day. If she called him and he did not come, she would be disappointed and the sadness in her heart would increase.    

She knew that she would be disappointed, so why did she say that?    

"Ha... face?" Zhan Yeling sneered. She said it for the so-called face!    

"How much is your face worth?" Zhan Yeling's face darkened and he said angrily.    

How much is it worth?    

Xiong Miao's soul was shaken when she heard these words.    

Yes, she was just a woman he kept as a mistress.    

Everything could only be measured with money!    

In his eyes, there was value in toying with her.    

In his eyes, her face was worthless!    

"I don't want to talk to you. I'm tired. I want to go up and sleep!" Xiong Miao stood up. Her entire body was filled with anger and was about to leave.    

Her hand was suddenly grabbed by the man's big palm.    

She did not turn around. She stood where she was and said coldly, "Director Zhan, what do you think I should do to be the most valuable to you?"    

Her words were sarcastic and contained endless sorrow in her heart.    

Zhan Yeling also realized that the words he said just now had hurt her self-esteem.    

At this moment, she was arguing with him.    

"Stop messing around. Be serious." His low magnetic voice came out.