Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

Dung Fei'ao held the phone and said to the phone, "Shi Miao, we haven't seen each other for a few days. Don't tell me you have already forgotten about me."    

From the phone, Shi Miao could tell that it was Dung Fei'ao's voice. It was not as bright and cheerful as usual. Instead, it was extremely hoarse, as if it had experienced the vicissitudes of life.    

"Dung Fei'ao, are you looking for me?" Shi Miao's tone became cold and hard.    

"What? I can't look for you now?" Dung Fei'ao's words were filled with ridicule.    

In the past, when he was a pure child, she didn't like to talk to him.    

Now, he had been ruined by those Feng Chen women. He didn't even have the right to call her?    

He didn't even mind how many men she had.    

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so eccentric." Shi Miao said coldly and forcefully.    

"It's fine. I just want to hear your voice because I don't know if I can still hear your voice in the future..." Dung Fei'ao said flirtatiously in a cold tone.    

Shi Miao was so angry that her breathing rose and fell. "You are hopeless! I have already made it clear to you, but you are still stubborn! Don't contact me again in the future!"    

After saying that, Shi Miao hung up the phone.    

Her good mood in the morning was ruined by this phone call.    

She had already told him many times about this Dung Fei'ao. In the future, don't contact him. He was like a stranger to her.    

However, he was still entangled.    

What a headache.    

Dung Fei'ao held his phone, which had been hung up, and his expression became colder and colder.    

Hao Shaohua snatched the phone from his hand and also angrily said to him, "Dung Fei'ao, do you want to hear these unpleasant words before you give up?"    

"Who said I'm going to let it go?" Dung Fei'ao glanced at her and walked away with his crutch.    

Hao Shaohua was stunned on the spot. She looked at his back as he left. Her hand that was holding the phone hung down and she felt weak all over.    

In the past, she saw light in Dung Fei'ao's eyes, so her eyes were all bright.    

But now, this light had been extinguished.    

The strength in her heart seemed to have been drained.    

...    

During the summer vacation, the children were not on vacation. Shi Zeyu and Shi Xiaomei went out early and returned late every day. They did not know what they were doing. They were not willing to let them take her along.    

Shi Miao was so secretive that it was not convenient for her to ask more.    

As for Zhan Yeling, he seemed to be very busy these few days and did not have time to accompany her.    

Shi Miao was bored out of her wits at home and drew a few drafts as well.    

She also did not know if she drew well.    

She decided to post her drafts on the internet to see how the results would be.    

Shi Miao hung up for the first day. The next day, someone went to look for her on the internet and even added her as a friend.    

[Hello, I saw you saying that you like this design on the comments on the Internet. Is that true?] Shi Miao took the initiative to ask.    

Because she was very excited. This was the first person who liked her design.    

And the design drafts that she submitted only had this one comment.    

[Of course it's true. I want to buy your design drafts, is that okay?] The other party quickly replied to her.    

Buy her design?    

Shi Miao pondered for a moment.    

Soon, the other party sent another message.    

[Don't misunderstand. I am not a liar. I am an image designer.] I think your draft suits my aesthetics and brings me inspiration in my image design. ]    

[Oh, I see. I can sell the design drafts to you. You can just download the pictures online and use them.] Shi Miao also replied to her.    

After a while, the other party replied. [Look, your design is a hand-drawn manuscript. I want the original manuscript because the texture of the original is good. The color and texture are clearer than the Internet. ]    

[Then tell me the address, and I'll send it to you.] Shi Miao typed.    

She felt that since someone liked her drafts, they were her fans. She needed to be friendly with her first fan.