Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

2"No need, just take care of yourself." Mi Fei'er replied to him and then left.    

    

Ling Xuanhan watched her leave. The hostility in his eyes suddenly increased after she disappeared from his sight.    

    

He would definitely help.    

    

...    

    

Shi Miao was busy at the studio until seven o'clock in the evening and had not returned yet.    

    

Zhan Yeling called her.    

    

Shi Miao said, "I will be back soon."    

    

"Although the project is important, don't tire yourself out." Zhan Yeling rarely said such emotional words. He could not help it.    

    

The reason why he cared so much about it was to break many of the impossible.    

    

Shi Miao's heart warmed when she heard Zhan Yeling's low magnetic voice. "I know. I will be back soon..."    

    

She also understood that Zhan Yeling wanted to help her fulfill her dream of reaching the top of the world. That was why he asked her to do the design this time alone.    

    

"Yes." Zhan Yeling answered and hung up the phone.    

    

Shi Miao still put the phone beside her ear, as if Zhan Yeling's soft and pleasant voice was still lingering in her ear.    

    

When she took the phone off her ear, a light suddenly flashed in her mind, and a word suddenly became important.    

    

That was: Dream!    

    

Why couldn't she design a clothing series for youth with dreams as the theme?    

    

Wasn't what she was doing now the same as pursuing her dream?    

    

Yes, she was designing a series of outfits with the light of her dreams as the theme!    

    

Add the national wind element, as well as the youth element, and most importantly, yellow!    

    

Yellow was the color of light, making dreams light up!    

    

With this idea in mind, Shi Miao's blood boiled. She immediately picked up the pen and began to draw on the drawing book.    

    

With this drawing, she forgot about the time.    

    

She had to draw all the inspiration in her mind on the paper. Otherwise, the inspiration would flash and she would forget it if she wanted to draw again.    

    

The drawing made her neck and shoulders ache. Only then did she come back to her senses. She picked up her phone and was about to check what time it was when she realized that the phone was out of battery and automatically turned off.    

    

She had originally planned to charge it, but she thought that since she was going home soon, she would charge it when she went home.    

    

She locked her drawing in the drawer and carried her backpack as she prepared to go home.    

    

She was the last to leave the studio. After locking the door, she turned around and ran into a person. She was so scared that her shoulders trembled.    

    

That person was standing in the corridor outside the studio. There was only one light in the corridor. Under the dim light, his black figure was illuminated. In this night, it was extremely strange.    

    

Shi Miao focused her eyes and found that it was Ling Xuanhan. She only glared at him and did not intend to pay him any attention. She took a step and left.    

    

The moment she brushed past him, her wrist was grabbed.    

    

Shi Miao reflexively waved her hand. "Don't touch me!"    

    

But this time, she did not shake him off.    

    

Ling Xuanhan held her tightly. His eyes were cold and filled with hostility. "Why should I let you go?"    

    

Shi Miao was still struggling. She used all her strength but still could not break free. She stopped and stared at him angrily. "I have nothing to say to you! Isn't it good to go our separate ways?"    

    

Ling Xuanhan smiled viciously. "I'm afraid this time it will not be as you wish."    

    

"What do you mean?" Shi Miao's eyes tightened.    

    

"Because I want you to be my son's stepmother!" Ling Xuanhan coldly said, lifted her up, and quickly left.    

    

Shi Miao punched and kicked. "Let me go, let me down!"    

    

But no matter how she struggled, she was not a match for a man.    

    

The difference in strength between men and women was too great. Shi Miao was not a match at all.    

    

Ling Xuanhan threw her into the car and tied her to the back seat. He sat in the driver's seat and drove the car away quickly.    

    

It was late at night, and no one could save her.    

    

Shi Miao's mouth was sealed and her hands and feet were tied with ropes.    

    

She could not speak or move.    

    

"Bear with it. When we get to the hotel, you follow me and I will let you go." Ling Xuanhan looked at her through the rearview mirror.