Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

1Zhan Yeling looked at the little girl in front of him. She looked at him with surprise and disbelief.    

    

Her watery eyes were filled with his reflection.    

    

The corner of his lips curled up slightly and he nodded lightly.    

    

From the moment he was by the pond, he could clearly see Xiong Miao's face and her vivid and beautiful appearance.    

    

This was the longest period of time that he had been able to keep his eyes clear.    

    

When Xiong Miao saw him nod his head, a surge of emotions flashed across her heart. She jumped up in joy and immediately wrapped around his neck, kissing his lips in excitement.    

    

This sudden movement of hers made Zhan Yeling's blood palpitate. Her soft lips touched the water on his mouth and were about to move away after a kiss.    

    

Zhan Yeling's big hand pressed on the back of her head in time and made her lips stick close to his lips, increasing the kiss.    

    

"Oh..." Xiong Miao was caught off guard by his domineering action. The photos in her hands fell to the ground.    

    

There was a "shattering" sound.    

    

The photos that were framed by the glass frame broke.    

    

Zhan Yeling bit her a few times, and hot breaths sprayed on her cheeks, causing her cheeks to burn.    

    

Xiong Miao felt ashamed and thought about the picture again, so she pushed him away.    

    

She hurriedly did not turn her head and avoided his gaze that was as mute as a mute. She bent down and picked up the photos on the floor.    

    

"Be careful!"    

    

Just as her hand was about to touch the photo covered by broken glass, a large hand grabbed it, accompanied by a man's worried voice.    

    

Xiong Miao turned around and saw Zhan Yeling's handsome face. He stopped her from picking up the photo, but he picked up the photo himself.    

    

Xiong Miao understood that he was worried that she would be stabbed by the broken glass.    

    

Zhan Yeling picked up the photo from the ground, but there was still a piece of paper on the ground. That piece of paper was folded neatly.    

    

It seemed to be hidden behind the photo and photo frame. Now that the photo frame was broken, the paper came out.    

    

Xiong Miao was curious and picked up the paper from the ground.    

    

The paper was a little yellow and it was obvious that it had been there for a long time.    

    

Xiong Miao looked at Zhan Yeling.    

    

"Open it and take a look." Zhan Yeling said.    

    

Xiong Miao opened it as she was told. Since it was in her mother's album, it must be something left behind by her mother. It might be something left behind by some family.    

    

As the paper was opened, the black words written by the black water pen also appeared.    

    

It was a letter.    

    

Zhan Yeling stood beside Xiong Miao and read it with her.    

    

Write it to my dear daughter, Xiong Miao.    

    

Xiong Miao, when you saw this letter, I was already dead. I know that I am suffering from an incurable disease and will not be able to live much longer.    

    

Perhaps this is the punishment from the heavens.    

    

After doing something wrong, even if I am able to escape from the law, I will not be able to escape the punishment of the heavens.    

    

I have been tortured by that matter for my entire life. I feel guilty, afraid, and unable to eat or sleep in peace.    

    

Perhaps it is because of this anxiety and fear that accompanied me at all times that I am suffering from this incurable disease.    

    

I was wrong, I really knew I was wrong.    

    

I shouldn't have asked someone to design that car accident in order to fight for that man, in order to save that man's heart, and killed Qiao Mujiao.    

    

At that time, Qiao Mujiao drove by herself and killed her eight-year-old son in a truck. She died in front of her son. The child was still so young, so he must be extremely afraid.    

    

This matter might leave a permanent psychological shadow in the child's heart.    

    

I also don't know what happened to me at that time. To think that I would use such a cruel and vicious method to treat that woman, not even caring about the feelings of the child beside her.    

    

I should have been crazy to do this.