Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

He followed Zhan Yeling's line of sight and saw that he was looking at the CEO's exclusive elevator. The numbers on it were jumping. Someone had gone down.    

Gu Yi said, "There are too many rules. I will definitely make rules for the employees next time."    

He thought that Zhan Yeling was unhappy that someone had taken the exclusive elevator.    

Little did he know, a pink figure had flashed in front of Zhan Yeling's eyes just now. Wasn't that figure Xiong Miao?    

Didn't she go downstairs just now?    

She must have seen wrongly. It was someone else.    

Zhan Yeling said coldly, "It's fine." After saying that, he quickly walked into the office.    

At this time, in the elevator, Xiong Miao's body leaned against the wall of the elevator. From the bottom of her heart to every corner of her body, it was as if her strength had been drained.    

Her face was so pale that it was bloodless.    

Every word that Zhan Yeling said to Gu Yi reverberated in her mind. It was filled with her nerves and tortured her heart.    

He only had responsibility and no love for her.    

He saved her so many times because he didn't want the children to lose their mothers, because Zhan Yeling had lost his mother since he was young. He knew that feeling wasn't good, so he didn't want his children to experience that kind of pain.    

Everything he did for her, including custom-made rings, was because of responsibility.    

It was all for the sake of giving the children a complete home.    

The only thing he did not love her.    

All of her knowledge was tormenting Xiong Miao's heart. The hand that held the ring box trembled because of excessive force.    

She was in extreme pain and sadness. Instead of tears, her face was as pale as a sheet of paper.    

"Ding..." The elevator stopped on the first floor. Xiong Miao stumbled and walked down. Her face was expressionless and her eyes were empty.    

"Miss Xiong..." The receptionist saw her and politely greeted her.    

But at this moment, in front of her eyes, it was all black and her ears were buzzing. She could not see anyone and could not hear anything clearly.    

Xiong Miao did not pay attention to her and the receptionist was still very curious. It was strange. Didn't Miss Xiong walk out just now? Why did she walk out again?    

She went upstairs to look for Director Zhan again so quickly?    

There was less than three minutes between the front and back. Did Miss Xiong have Blink? So fast?    

Although the receptionist was puzzled, she did not ask.    

The entire company knew about the relationship between Miss Xiong and Director Zhan. They did not dare to stop Miss Xiong and did not dare to ask.    

Xiong Miao walked out of the company like a wandering soul. She walked forward aimlessly.    

"Beep..."    

"You are courting death!"    

She was completely oblivious to the fact that she was crossing the road. There were several times when she was almost hit by a speeding car.    

Fortunately, the driver braked in time, but the panic that almost hit people made the driver angry. They all stuck their heads out of the window and scolded Xiong Miao.    

Xiong Miao did not notice it at all. She walked forward muddle-headedly.    

She crossed the road and came to the park opposite. She kept walking forward, but there was nothing in front of her. There was only a vague life.    

She only stopped when she reached the water side of the park. Her feet were wet with water.    

She looked up at the boundless river water. The heavy water seemed to ripple in her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.    

She took a few deep breaths with great difficulty to not suffocate herself.    

So it could be so unbearable.    

It was so painful that her breathing was as thin as a knife. Every breath she took was filled with pain.    

She squatted by He Shui's side. The river wind that mixed with the smell of grass blew on her cheeks. Her sore eyes could not bear it in the end. Tears poured out and dripped into the river, disappearing without a trace.    

It was as if no one cared about whether she was suffering or not. Reality and cruelty were the same.