Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

The force that covered Xiong Miao's mouth disappeared and even the arm that bound her body loosened up.    

"Putong!" Behind her, the man who had trapped her and wanted to kill her suddenly fell straight to the ground.    

Xiong Miao's back was facing the door and her eyes were originally hanging down. She did not have time to take a big breath of fresh air and saw the tall and sturdy man lying on the ground with a hole in his forehead.    

She was so scared that her eyes were wide open and all the blood in her body became numb.    

This was the first time she saw someone die in front of her in such a way.    

"Ah!" Xiong Miao cried out in alarm and was so frightened that she wanted to escape.    

Her panic-stricken body crashed into a solid and wide hug. It was filled with an ice-cold aura.    

"Ah, let go of me!" Xiong Miao thought that she was a fugitive with this man. When she bumped into the man's chest, she bounced and wanted to leave.    

However, the man's strong arm pulled her into his arms and did not allow her to say anything. "Xiong Miao, it's me!"    

That deep, magnetic voice and that vigorous male aura were so familiar.    

In an instant, Xiong Miao's agitated emotions were calmed down. She raised her panicked eyes and looked into Zhan Yeling's deep black eyes.    

His handsome face was wild and wild. His hair was slightly messy, but it was a lively him.    

It really was Zhan Yeling!    

Xiong Miao's heart moved. Fear, panic, excitement, and reliance surged.    

She threw herself into his arms and cried softly and patiently.    

Zhan Yeling put her head in his arms with his big hand. He threw the silent gun that was still smoking to Gu Yi. "Clear the place!"    

"Yes, sir!" Gu Yi took the gun steadily and let someone in to carry the deceased away from the ward.    

This person was a murderer to begin with, and he attempted to kill someone. If he were to be charged with an additional crime, he would definitely die!    

The woman in his arms was probably too scared, and her soft body was trembling in a low voice.    

Zhan Yeling carried her horizontally, as if he was carrying a cloth doll. He walked out of the hospital with his long and slender legs.    

This hospital was bought over by Zhu Xiaowan. She was prepared to kill people in the empty ward that day, so the nurses and doctors on duty were not there.    

There was no one in the corridor.    

The murderer was killed by a silencer and no one knew what happened.    

Xiong Miao was put in the car by Zhan Yeling. He also got in the car. He took the blanket from the car and covered her with it.    

He ordered the driver in front of him, "Drive!"    

The driver drove the car away very quickly.    

Xiong Miao was still in a state of shock and fear just now. Her entire heart was trembling.    

As the car started up and the surrounding environment changed, she gradually calmed down.    

A long arm came from behind, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.    

It was close to her hot chest.    

His body temperature passed on to her cold skin, and she gradually warmed up.    

After letting out a breath of turbid air, Xiong Miao finally recovered from her shock. She slightly moved and raised her head from his embrace, looking at his handsome face, "Ye Ning, it really is you..."    

When she saw that photo just now, she was so scared that her heart almost could not bear it anymore.    

She thought Zhan Yeling was tortured and abused.    

She was still thinking about how to save him.    

Now that she saw him in front of her, she was pleasantly surprised, as if she was dreaming.    

Zhan Yeling's large palm held her face. His rough palm carried a cocoon as he caressed her soft skin, bringing with it a surge of electricity.    

It flowed in Xiong Miao's heart, feeling comfortable and touched.    

His deep black eyes stared into her eyes. "Of course it's me, fool."    

Tears fell from Xiong Miao's eyes and she cried tears of joy. " Yes, I am a fool."    

As she spoke, she lay in his arms, reluctant to part with the warmth of his body.