Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

The children were not awake yet. Aunt Soong walked in quietly, worried that she would wake the children up. She lowered her voice and said, "There is no breakfast here. I just asked the family and they said that they go to town to eat breakfast every morning."    

"Is that so? Then I will go and buy. Aunt Soong, take care of the children. I'll be back soon." Xiong Miao picked up her coat and went out.    

The town was not far from here.    

Xiong Miao walked and arrived in twenty minutes.    

The town was ancient and the buildings looked very historical. It seemed that it was still an ancient town left behind by history.    

The villagers all liked to eat fried dough sticks, soybean milk, noodles and so on. So the entire town was also filled with these foods.    

Xiong Miao bought some soybean milk, fried dough sticks, and buns and was about to return.    

"Mayor Wu, thank you for showing me the specialty of this place. I will find your town to supply this batch of fabric." In front of them, a voice sounded. It sounded somewhat familiar.    

Xiong Miao curiously looked at the person who spoke.    

In an instant, she met the pair of warm eyes.    

"Teacher Zhan!"    

"Xiong Miao!"    

Like her, Zhan Zifeng spoke in shock.    

"What? You know her?" The man beside Zhan Zifeng was about fifty years old. He said with a smile.    

"Yes, Mayor Wu. She is a friend of mine. I did not expect to meet her here. I will have to trouble you today. I will personally bring the contract to you some other day. " Zhan Zifeng said modestly.    

Mayor Wu was also a person who knew the big picture. He smiled and nodded at Xiong Miao, then left first.    

Zhan Zifeng walked towards her. "Why are you here?"    

Xiong Miao smiled. "I was surprised that you were also here."    

"Me? My company recently has a new design plan. It's very good, but the material requirements are very high. I originally planned to go overseas to buy this batch of fabric, but I heard that there is such a cultural and advanced textile technology in China. Thus, I canceled the plane ticket and came here at the last minute. I didn't expect that... The technology here is better than I imagined. I really plan on signing it." Zhan Zifeng explained. He was doing it for work.    

"I see. Teacher Zhan, you have always been a very serious person. You are very obsessed with designing." Xiong Miao's eyes were filled with admiration.    

Zhan Zifeng smiled gently and said, "I am doing this for my job, you know. The company needed to compensate one billion yuan, and now they could not make ends meet. If I don't sell something that's unique for a good price. The company is going to collapse..."    

Zhan Zifeng's words were half-joking.    

Xiong Miao heard it, but her heart was filled with guilt.    

It was she who caused Zhan Zifeng to be so miserable.    

But she had no way to say it to him, nor could she apologize.    

She could only think of ways to make it up to him in the future.    

"Oh right, why did you buy so much breakfast? Eight servings?" Zhan Zifeng looked at the breakfast in her hand and asked curiously.    

Xiong Miao subconsciously felt guilty when he asked this question.    

She, Aunt Soong, and the six children, of course it was eight portions.    

But she could not let Zhan Zifeng know that she had six children.    

Don't forget, no matter what, he was Zhan Yeling's elder brother.    

If he knew, it meant that Zhan Yeling knew.    

"Oh, I came with the group to travel and bought it for my friends. I have to go back. Otherwise, my friends will be anxious." Xiong Miao left in a hurry.    

"Where is it? Let me see you off." Zhan Zifeng was a gentleman.    

Xiong Miao panicked. "No need, no need. Don't you have something to do? Go ahead. I will be back in a few days. I will see you in the capital."    

As she spoke, she left in a hurry.    

She was afraid that if she delayed for even a second, she would not be able to convince him to send her off.