Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

0Xiong Miao had just arrived at the shopping mall she had arranged with Su Mumu when her phone rang again. It was Zhan Zifeng.    

    

She hesitated whether she should answer or not, but in the end, the phone rang out.    

    

The other party chose to hang up first.    

    

Xiong Miao, on the other hand, heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

"What? You don't even want to answer my phone now? Do you really want to have no connection with me?" A warm voice suddenly sounded behind him.    

    

Xiong Miao turned her head in panic and saw Zhan Zifeng's modest and warm handsome face.    

    

She was a little stunned, "You, why are you here?"    

    

"If I told you that I asked Su Mumu to ask you out, would you believe me?" Zhan Zifeng had a smile on his face and asked very casually.    

    

Xiong Miao heard him and looked around. She wanted to find Su Mumu but did not see her.    

    

This guy sold her out again, right?    

    

Xiong Miao naturally believed him!    

    

Su Mumu, this lass, always had all sorts of strange reasons to cause trouble for her.    

    

The last time was to scam Su Hongyi, this scumbag, money. This time, it was probably because Zhan Zifeng was handsome and could not resist his gentle temptation that he agreed to help.    

    

Su Mumu, this scumbag, was stubborn!    

    

When could he stop having the problem of losing his head the moment he saw a handsome man?    

    

"Is there something you need from me?" Xiong Miao maintained her composure and subconsciously took a step back. If she kept a distance from Zhan Zifeng, what if it was so close? If Zhan Yeling found out, or if someone took a photo, if she showed it to Zhan Yeling, that abnormal freak Zhan Yeling would go all out on her again.    

    

Zhan Zifeng naturally saw that she deliberately kept a distance from him. His gentle eyes only slightly twisted, but he did not say it out loud.    

    

Instead, he stood where he was and said, "You and Dai Sisi's national wind design has been completed."    

    

He said with certainty.    

    

"Dai Sisi told you, right?" Xiong Miao said.    

    

Dai Sisi said she wanted to forget about Zhan Zifeng and never interact with him again. In fact, she was full of hope that she could create sparks with Zhan Zifeng.    

    

If she truly loved someone, how could she say that if she did not interact with him, she would not interact with him?    

    

She was afraid that if Zhan Zifeng only showed her a gentle smile, she would not be able to resist falling into depravity.    

    

Whatever Zhan Zifeng asked, Dai Sisi would say. Without even needing him to ask, she would tell him everything.    

    

"That's right." Zhan Zifeng didn't hide anything.    

    

"Next is to look for the manufacturer to cooperate with. I will leave it to Zhan Yeling. This time, can you help me get Zhan Yeling to cooperate with me? I can be the designer of this project. " Zhan Zifeng continued.    

    

So, this was his goal for today.    

    

Xiong Miao frowned slightly. "Aren't you the designer of the company?"    

    

"I also have a processing factory under my banner. During this period of time, the processing factory has expanded again. I can totally take on the task of producing clothing this time." Zhan Zifeng said and took a step towards her.    

    

His tall figure rushed over, mixing with the refined scent on his body, scaring Xiong Miao so much that her heart beat violently. She took a few steps back and said nervously, "Why did you take on this task?"    

    

"You and Dai Sisi both know that this is an opportunity to attack the international community. It is like this for the designers, and it is even more so for the processing company. You want to become the top fashion designers in the world, and the company I set up also wants to go to the world. Only by doing so can we be big and strong. Which boss doesn't want to make money? "    

    

Zhan Zifeng said as he approached her.    

    

Xiong Miao kept retreating until her back was against the railing on the second floor. There was nowhere to retreat. If she continued to retreat, she would have to flip over the railing and fall from the second floor.    

    

Zhan Zifeng stopped a step away from her. His tall body leaned towards her and moved closer to her.    

    

There was only a fist's distance between the two of them. Both of them could feel each other's breathing.    

    

Xiong Miao was pressured by his ambiguous distance to the point that her breathing began to become nervous, and her brain did not have time to think.    

    

"Why don't you tell Zhan Yeling yourself?" She finally found a bit of divine feelings.