Xiong Miao was about to get up, but her feet were numb and it was difficult to stand up.

She put her hands on the ground, stood up with difficulty, and walked on the ground with numb feet. Every time she took a step, her feet seemed to be scrapped. Looking at it, that face turned out to be Zhan Zifeng?

How could he be here so late? She opened the door in no hurry.

"Xiong Miao, are you at home? I heard from Zhu Xiaowan that you may be injured. I'm worried about you, so I came to see you." Zhan Zifeng said while knocking on the door.

"Zhu Xiaowan?" Xiong Miao was puzzled, why would she call Zhan Zifeng about her?

"Do you know Zhu Xiaowan?" Xiong Miao asked through the door.

"You forgot, I'm also a designer, and I belong to the design industry, so I naturally know each other." Zhan Zifeng said.

Xiong Miao thinks about it too. Although they are designed in different fields, jewelry and clothing are actually connected.

Even though Zhu Xiaowan is the world's top designer, Zhan Zifeng is also famous. It is normal for the two of them to be related.

Besides, it was Zhan Zifeng who recommended her to Zhu Xiaowan's studio in the first place, wasn't it?

How could Zhan Zifeng and Zhu Xiaowan not know each other?

"Xiong Miao, can you open the door?" Zhan Zifeng's voice sounded again.

Xiong Miao also realized that it seemed impolite to talk to her mentor through the door.

She opened the door and saw Zhan Zifeng wearing a silver-gray suit with a gentle smile on his face.

The modest and refined appearance of a gentleman makes people feel at ease.

"Come in." After Xiong Miao finished speaking, he stepped back a few steps, because his feet were numb, and walking was a bit awkward.

Zhan Zifeng came in, saw her abnormal walking posture, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Did Zhan Yeling bully you?"

His warm face instantly became worried and serious again.

Xiong Miao hurriedly said: "No, my feet are just numb."

As she spoke, she supported her tingling leg and walked towards the sofa step by step.

Zhan Zifeng realized that his attitude was too bad just now, and he also misunderstood Zhan Yeling, and saw that she was struggling every step of the way, so he stepped forward to support her: "You are so old, you still don't know how to take care of her." Own."

In a word, it seems to be blame, but it is actually full of warmth.

Xiong Miao turned around and said thank you.

"Come on, sit down slowly." Zhan Zifeng helped her to the sofa and told her to sit down.

Xiong Miao sat too anxiously, Zhan Zifeng supported her body and spun along with her strength, almost fell down, but he quickly supported the back of the sofa and supported her body so as not to fall.

However, in this way, his arms just supported Xiong Miao's thin body between his chest.

The distance between the two is so close, and the posture is so reminiscent.

Seeing his enlarged handsome face in front of his eyes, Xiong Miao also smelled the faint scent of cologne on his body. Realizing how they are getting along with each other now, Xiong Miao couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.

In the dead of night, lonely men and widows live in the same room.

It's still in the posture that she is nestled in the sofa, and he puts his hands on the edge of the sofa, enveloping her in his chest!

If someone saw this, they would definitely think they were doing something!

Xiong Miao quickly said: "Mr. Zhan, you get up first."

"Xiong Miao, if Zhan Yeling treats you really badly, would you consider coming to my side?" Not only did Zhan Zifeng not leave, but instead, those warm eyes looked at her with affection and love.

Taking advantage of this different night and ambiguous posture, I confessed my love to her again.

Suddenly there were footsteps at the door.

Xiong Miao hasn't had time to think about whether someone is coming.

Then I heard a deep angry voice: "What are you doing!"