Chatper 137 (2/2)

Before she went to the group building today, she called Aunt Song specifically, saying that she had something to do tonight and would come back later, so that Aunt Song could put the children to bed early without waiting for her.

At this time, the lights in the house were also turned off.

Xiong Miao took the document in his hand, and roughly read it. It was a contract, and he couldn't finish reading it in a while, and he couldn't just sign it blindly. What if it was a contract of sale?

"There's a 24-hour coffee shop under the neighborhood, why don't we go there?" Xiong Miao suggested, looking at the door behind the man in fear.

This door must not be opened at this time, otherwise, the children's secrets will be exposed.

The last time he appeared at her house out of nowhere, luckily all the children's toys were packed into the toy room. And this time, maybe it was toys that were thrown around the living room.

As long as he went in, he knew that there was a child. He was so shrewd, and after a little investigation, he knew that she had given birth.

Xiong Miao doesn't know what he thinks yet, so she can't take the risk.

"Isn't it more convenient to go directly to your house?" After Zhan Yeling finished speaking, he turned sideways and put his hand on the doorknob.

"Hey!" Xiong Miao stepped forward excitedly, grabbing his hand and preventing him from twisting the doorknob.

"Well, the house is too messy, let's go down." Xiong Miao tried hard to calm down the panic in his heart.

"It's not that I haven't gone in before, what are you afraid of!" Zhan Yeling stretched out his hand towards her: "The key."

"not us……"

"What's so shameful that you're hiding a man?" Zhan Yeling's deep eyes turned cold, and his whole body radiated a chill.

Xiong Miao's heart was beating wildly: "My aunt is inside. If she finds out that I brought a man back late at night, she will definitely scold me. She is a good friend of my mother and has never been married. After my mother died, she Just treat me as my own daughter, and control me very strictly."

"Make it up, keep making it up." Zhan Yeling's pretty lips were pursed, and the cold lines declared that he was not easy to mess with.