Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

Xiong Miao, however, was not as reserved as before. Instead, she felt as if she was relaxing under the cold aura.    

The two of them did not speak for a moment. In the silence, the atmosphere could not help but become somewhat awkward.    

Xiong Miao cleared her throat and asked, "You just leave your fiancee in the private room like this. Aren't you afraid that she will put a green hat on you?"    

Actually, this sentence was considered nonsense. After all, Ling Xiaoxiao and Duan Hongjie were both poisoned and locked up together. There would definitely be a relationship between them. Zhan Yeling's green hat could be said to be already standing on top of his head.    

Zhan Yeling's deep eyes stared at her. That sharp gaze, if it turned tangible, could pierce a hole through her.    

"Jealous?" His voice was low and deep, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.    

Xiong Miao was stunned by this sudden question. After she reacted, she immediately retorted, "I am not jealous."    

But only she knew that her heartbeat had indeed sped up just now. Plop! Plop! The earthquake caused her heart to panic.    

Zhan Yeling saw that Xiong Miao looked like she was rejecting this topic and frowned slightly.    

However, thinking about how Xiong Miao was bullied by Ling Xiaoxiao just now, it was normal that she did not want to talk about it.    

"As long as you are innocent, I will not put on a green hat." A low voice suddenly sounded.    

Xiong Miao's body stiffened slightly when she heard that. She looked at the man beside her with a complicated gaze.    

At this moment, his head was leaning against the chair, his eyes were closed, and he was resting.    

Xiong Miao retracted her gaze.    

She secretly clenched her palm and silently sighed in her heart, telling herself not to think too much.    

The car steadily stopped in the courtyard of Yening Garden.    

Xiong Miao was about to open the door and get off the car when Zhan Yeling grabbed her arm.    

Even though Zhan Yeling made a light move, Xiong Miao still cried out in pain.    

"Are you hurt?" Zhan Yeling frowned, and the force in his hand immediately lessened.    

Xiong Miao helplessly nodded and replied, "Just now Ling Xiaoxiao fiercely grabbed my arm. Maybe it was bruised."    

Zhan Yeling's handsome face was tense. His ink eyes were like ice and snow and his sword-like brows were tightly knitted.    

What was wrong with him?    

Was he angry because of her injury?    

"It's nothing serious. Just go back and apply some medicine. Let's go." Xiong Miao saw that his expression was not good and said.    

Zhan Yeling ignored her. He got out of the car first and walked over to Xiong Miao's side.    

Xiong Miao did not notice at all and fell into Zhan Yeling's firm embrace. For some reason, she felt a little dizzy.    

"What are you doing? Put me down!" After she reacted, Xiong Miao stretched out her hand and pushed Zhan Yeling's chest.    

Her arm was injured, not her feet.    

She was not that delicate.    

For the first time in her life, her hand was slightly injured, and she was even hugged.    

When she was young, she was the one who walked to the hospital when she was sick and had a fever.    

Not only did Zhan Yeling not let go, he even hugged even tighter, and threatened in a low voice, "Don't move!"    

Xiong Miao paused. She understood that he would not let her come down, so she did not waste any effort to reject him and tacitly approved of his actions.    

Noticing that Xiong Miao had suddenly calmed down, the corner of Zhan Yeling's mouth revealed a small smile. No one noticed.    

Very quickly, he carried Xiong Miao to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. He also sat by the bedside and wanted to lift her clothes.    

"My body is dirty. Let's go down." Xiong Miao saw him raise his hand to lift her clothes and quickly wanted to come down.    

Her body was indeed very dirty. Just now when she was struggling with Ling Xiaoxiao, she spilled quite a bit of wine on her body.    

She knew that Zhan Yeling liked cleanliness and even had a habit of cleanliness. He did not like others dirtying his things, so she was not willing to stay on his bed to prevent him from getting angry again if he was not in a good mood.    

So it was better to cut off the fuse that made him angry from the source.    

Just as she was about to stand up, Zhan Yeling's big palm pressed down on her thigh. It stopped her from doing anything. His words were overbearing and unnegotiable. "Sit down, don't move! What's there to be afraid of if the sheets are dirty? Do I have to feed so many people for free? "