Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

"Wait." The man's words sounded from behind, still irresistible.

Xiong Miao stood still and turned her head stiffly.

"Come and sit." Zhan Yeling walked over to the sofa and sat down with his slender legs. He crossed his legs and slouched casually.

Xiong Miao failed to escape, so he could only squeeze his palms, restrain his nervousness, and sit down obediently.

Coincidentally, the position where she was sitting happened to be where the sofa was damaged.

On the soft skin, there was only a paw print scratched.

It's just such a small imprint, and she actually asked for 50,000 yuan!

She still doesn't know how to live her life, so where can she get fifty thousand yuan to compensate him?

Would it be possible to fix it with a black pen and shoe polish?

It can save 50,000 yuan.

It happened that there was a black pen in her bag, which was still oily.

Xiong Miao took out a black pen, pointed at the scratch, and painted it carefully.

The sofa is black, and the black pen is also black, which is not easy to fade.

Just cover it up.

"What are you doing!"

Shocked by the majesty, Xiong Miao raised his head and met Zhan Yeling's frosty eyes.

For a moment, I was so embarrassed that I had nowhere to put my hands, and said with a dry smile: "Well, I saw that your leather sofa was scratched by some mischievous brat. I thought, I will fix it for you."

"How do you know the child scratched it?" he asked.

Xiong Miao's heart skipped a beat.

It's over, she was acting guilty, and almost exposed that she was the mother of a child.

"Before I came in, I heard from the secretary that a child broke into the CEO's office and damaged property. I just saw that the sofa was broken, so it must have been broken by a brat." Xiong Miao rolled his eyes and found it in an instant. reasonable grounds.

"It's okay, the other party's parents have already made compensation." Zhan Yeling said casually.

"That's it, that's fine."

But Xiong Miao was gnashing her teeth in her heart: Yaya, you said it lightly! Fifty thousand yuan, how much work does my wife have to do to earn it back!

Fight skinning, fight stingy, fight night dog!

Xiong Miao scolded the handsome man in front of him thousands of times in his heart, maintaining a decent and professional smile on his face.

"You work very hard. To reward you, you can make a condition." Zhan Yeling took a sip of coffee while holding it.

Even the appearance of drinking coffee is astonishingly elegant and dignified.

"Any conditions are acceptable?" This is a work reward, of course Xiong Miao will not be so stupid as to refuse.

It is not easy to pluck the hair from Zhanbapi's body.

"I……"

"Any condition other than money."

Xiong Miao was just about to ask for a bonus, but he said something like this, blocking her words in her throat abruptly.

She lacked nothing but money.

If you can't ask for money, what conditions do you want her to put forward?

Sure enough, it's not that easy to take advantage of Zhan Papi.

"I haven't thought about it for the time being, and I'll tell Mr. Zhan when I think it over, okay?" Xiong Miao said.

"Of course." Zhan Yeling put down the coffee cup, the corners of his lips slightly raised, like a smile.

He was already good-looking, but with such a smile, he became even more stunning.

Xiong Miao's eyes were dizzy, and his little heart was beating uncontrollably.

She is also a normal woman. How could she not react at all when she is so beautiful?

She was quite calm, if Su Mumu saw Zhan Yeling smiling at her, she would definitely scream, maybe even throw him down on the spot.