Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

The staff immediately handed over the paper and pen with both hands.    

Zhan Yeling drew a ring on the paper in a flamboyant manner. Below the picture, there was a size attached. After that, he threw the pen down. The black pen spun a few times on the white crystal table and suddenly stopped.    

Every action and expression he made affected the hearts of the staff present.    

This was a great Buddha. They had to serve him well.    

If there was anything that was inferior to his will, they would not be able to stand here properly.    

"Make it custom-made according to this." Zhan Yeling ordered in a deep voice. He got up and walked away with his long legs.    

Once he left, the powerful aura withdrew. The tense air also relaxed.    

The staff wiped away the sweat that had dripped down from their over-nervousness, held the blueprint with both hands, and went to the design room.    

"This is the ring that Director Zhan needs to customize. It will be completed within three days." The general manager said to the processing master.    

"Director Zhan is starting to customize the ring. Is he going to propose to his fiancée Ling Xiaoxiao?" The Processing Master was a woman, and her body was burning with the soul of eight trigrams.    

"What? The Ling family has gone bankrupt and was bought by Director Zhan himself? Ling Xiaoxiao went from a rich young lady to a bankrupt family overnight. Do you think Director Zhan will still marry her?" The younger sister who was the assistant loved to watch Director Zhan's news.    

At this moment, when she heard the processing master say that Zhan Yeling wanted to propose to Ling Xiaoxiao, she immediately rejected it.    

"You mean to say that Director Zhan's marriage depends on the female's family background? He is already so powerful, does he still need to rely on marriage to stabilize his country?" The processing master did not agree with what his little sister said.    

The worker's younger sister felt that what she said made sense: "That's right, there's no need at all."    

"But I still feel that Director Zhan will not marry Ling Xiaoxiao. In the past when she was the Eldest Miss, she would not. Now, even more so." The laborer sister insisted on her own opinion.    

" Then who did Director Zhan customize the ring for? "    

"I don't know. Anyway, it's not for you."    

"You..."    

"Alright, alright, stop gossiping, hurry up and get to work. If you can't process it within three days, all of you will be finished!" The general manager interrupted their guesses and did not forget to threaten them.    

Xiong Miao did not expect that Zhan Zifeng would take the initiative to call her and ask her to drink coffee, saying that he had something to tell her.    

Coincidentally, the children all went to school. Xiong Miao was bored alone, so she went to the agreed coffee shop.    

Zhan Zifeng sat under the gentle light. The warm yellow light shone down from above his head, illuminating his handsome and warm face until it became warmer and warmer.    

He was like a sunflower that grew in the sun, always born in the sun.    

Zhan Yeling was the complete opposite of him.    

Zhan Yeling gave off a gloomy and dark feeling. His entire body was emitting a cold and awe-inspiring aura.    

One was sunlight, and the other was darkness.    

These were brothers, and they were sworn enemies!    

Xiong Miao did not know why she had an unresolvable entanglement with these two.    

She sat opposite Zhan Zifeng. "Teacher Zhan..."    

"Here you are, you..." Zhan Zifeng wanted to say something but stopped himself. His eyes fell on the crescent-moon-shaped necklace on her neck. His warm face sank.    

Xiong Miao also noticed his change. She smiled awkwardly and quickly put the necklace into her clothes.    

She originally did not want to wear the necklace, but if she took it off and Zhan Yeling found out, she would be furious.    

She did not dare to provoke that man.    

"Did you order something to drink?" After hiding the necklace, Xiong Miao asked.    

There was no coffee in front of him.