Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

3Su Mumu had just walked out of the classroom when she was blocked by a tall figure.    

    

Su Mumu stopped and looked up. When she saw Zhan Zifeng's cold face, she subconsciously took two steps back. "You, what do you want to do?"    

    

"What did you say to her?" Zhan Zifeng gritted his teeth and looked fierce.    

    

Su Mumu obviously knew who he was referring to.    

    

She hugged the child tightly and said to him in fear and anger, "I did not say anything to her. I only asked why she did not remember me!"    

    

"What did he say?" Zhan Zifeng pressed.    

    

He still did not know the reason Shi Miao lost her memory. If Su Mumu asked, it would be a reference for him.    

    

"Why should I tell you?" Su Mumu raised her chin and said stubbornly.    

    

That day, when the child had a fever, she begged him to send her to the hospital, but he had that kind of attitude. He completely ignored the life and death of her and the child.    

    

Su Mumu had long given up on Zhan Zifeng, this man.    

    

"Don't you not know what's good for you. If you don't say it, believe it or not, I will immediately chase you out of your heyday and make you homeless!" Zhan Zifeng threatened without any warmth at all.    

    

Su Mumu knew that he could do such a thing.    

    

What could a scum like Zhan Zifeng not do?    

    

"You are really hopeless. You don't even care about the life and death of your own son. A tiger doesn't eat its own son!" Su Mumu was so angry that her chest rose and fell.    

    

"Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't, I will call the property management right now and ask them to kick a useless person like you out of my house!" Zhan Zifeng said as he approached her step by step.    

    

Su Mumu was forced back by him, which made her see Zhan Zifeng's shameless and shameless face even more clearly.    

    

However, she was penniless now, and she did not have a house. The child was still young, so she had to take care of the child and could not go out to work. If she was chased out by Zhan Zifeng, she and the child would starve to death.    

    

Although she hated Zhan Zifeng, Su Mumu could only bear with it. "She said she had a serious illness that caused her to lose her memory."    

    

In the end, she still told Zhan Zifeng what Shi Miao said to her.    

    

"If you had said so earlier, wouldn't it have made things worse?" Zhan Zifeng coldly said to her, then turned around and left.    

    

Su Mumu was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she could not do anything to Zhan Zifeng.    

    

Hiding behind the pillar, Zhou Moqing, who had heard everything, was so scared that her face turned ashen.    

    

She returned to the dormitory in a daze.    

    

Yanle asked what happened to her. Was it because she had not recovered from the cold and was not feeling well?    

    

Zhou Moqing shook her head and said to Yanle in a low mood, "Teacher Zhan, he is married and has a son..."    

    

"Wh, what?" Yanle could not believe it. Her face was swollen like a pig's head, but after hearing Zhou Moqing's words and knowing that Zhan Zifeng was married, she was shocked beyond recognition.    

    

"Furthermore, he is not as good as we thought. He is very fierce to his wife and does not even care about the life and death of his son..." Zhou Moqing continued.    

    

The image of her idol in her heart instantly plummeted.    

    

The beautiful yearning was instantly destroyed. This feeling of dejection was really too hurtful.    

    

Zhou Moqing had always thought that not only was Zhan Zifeng handsome, he was also good looking and had a gentle discussion. He also knew how to maintain a distance from the students and thought that he was a noble teacher.    

    

But she did not expect that, ignoring the occupation of a teacher, he was such a ruthless and heartless person in private.    

    

In an instant, Zhou Moqing's understanding of him was refreshed.    

    

Yanle was also in disbelief. "How could this be? How could this be..."