If she slips, where can she slip to?
Zhan Yeling could delay the whole train, so many people couldn't get on the train because she was alone.
Does she dare to underestimate his rights and abilities?
No, can't!
She'd better be obedient, lest Zhan Yeling personally catch her, and his anger would be even worse.
Xiong Miao dragged the suitcase and walked towards the broadcasting room with his head down, every step was as heavy as lead.
But still had to go there.
As soon as he approached the broadcasting room, he saw a row of bodyguards in black suits standing at the door of the broadcasting room.
In this battle and posture, there was no one else except Zhan Yeling.
Because of her approach, the bodyguard backed away to make way.
Xiong Miao squeezed her left hand hanging by her side, as if this would give her enough courage to walk into that door and face the people inside.
She went in anyway.
The second the door opened, there was an icy chill in the air, attacking her cheeks, stinging with cold.
In front of him, the man was sitting on the sofa, his legs crossed casually, and his lazy posture was undiminished.
He held a slender cigarette between his fingertips, and took two puffs. The smoke enveloped him, making his face hard to see.
However, the icy cold and deterrent power permeating the whole body make people shudder.
It was the second time she saw him smoking.
Xiong Miao didn't want to get close to him, but she had no choice.
"Zhan, President Zhan..." When she walked to his side, her voice faltered.
"Are you very courageous? Huh?" He lowered his legs and glanced at her with deep eyes. While speaking, smoke was still coming from his nostrils, adding a bit of cold air.
"I..." Xiong Miao didn't know what to say.
"Without my permission, you can't leave the imperial capital for half a step." As he spoke, he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.
Xiong Miao swallowed a mouthful of cold saliva and had nothing to say.
Under his power, she was as small as an ant.
The man in front suddenly got up and approached this side, the huge icy air hit, oppressing Xiong Miao's heart began to constrict, she subconsciously took two steps back.
"You still want to run?" His magnetic voice was unusually charming and weird in this night.
Xiong Miao shook his head like a rattle.
"You'd better kill the thought of running away in the cradle forever!" After he finished his words, he grabbed her wrist and walked out without any explanation, showing no mercy.
That strength made Xiong Miao hurt.
But Xiong Miao did not dare to cry out in pain.
Zhan Yeling dragged her, the bodyguard dragged her suitcase, and the group attracted a lot of attention.
But the spectators also watched from a distance, not daring to approach, because a group of black-clothed bodyguards and Zhan Yeling's aura were too powerful.
People who eat melons are afraid of getting into trouble.
Xiong Miao was dragged by Zhan Yeling all the way. When he walked out of the train station, there was a five-two-body black car parked outside.
Just parked at the entrance of the train station, so arrogant.
Xiong Miao was thrown into the car, and then, a strong aura also got in.
The car started, and the five-two black car left the train station like an arrow.
Inside a car, low air pressure can suffocate.
Xiong Miao didn't dare to say a word, and didn't even dare to look at Zhan Yeling.
As soon as he was worried, he offended him.
Soon, the car stopped at Yening Garden.
Zhan Yeling got out of the car first, and Xiong Miao also got out of the car, following behind him tremblingly.
On the second floor, he grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room. The door was slammed shut.
Immediately afterwards, Xiong Miao was also thrown onto the bed.