1015: C1015 Her Breath Was Filled with Her Scent

C1015 Her Breath Was Filled with Her Scent

Zhan Yeling was an adult. If he said he wasn't hungry, then perhaps he really wasn't. Manager Lee didn't care about him.

Fortunately, the children had already started eating. It was good that they didn't cause a hunger strike anymore.

Manager Lee saw that Lele was having a hard time eating, so he went forward to feed Lele.

The other maids also helped the other children.

On the second floor, Zhan Yeling pushed open the room Xiong Miao stayed in. As soon as he entered, his nose was filled with a faint smell of jade orchids. It was a smell that Xiong Miao was used to.

The familiar smell was like a thorn that stabbed into Zhan Yeling's heart. It was densely packed with pain.

His scarlet eyes were deep and desolate.

He slowly walked to the bedside and sat down. His big hand touched the bed sheet. That soft bed sheet was Xiong Miao's bed sheet. There was still Xiong Miao's breath on it. It was so familiar and it made him feel nostalgic.

His chest felt a suffocating pain. He held the blanket and placed it beside his face. He gently caressed it as if he was holding Xiong Miao's hand and placing it on his face. It was as if he was caressing his own face with love.

However, in the end, it was just an empty fantasy.

Zhan Yeling's hands began to tremble involuntarily. He endured the immense pain, causing all the blood in his body to freeze and his muscles to convulse.

The room was filled with the faint scent of orchids. It was very different from the rotten corpse lying in the sea view villa.

The smell of the room in Yening Garden was the smell of Xiong Miao alive. It was sweet and sweet.

And the one lying in the mansion was a dead man. The smell of revenge was unpleasant.

The huge contrast and disparity told Zhan Yeling one thing, and that was that Xiong Miao was really dead.

He refused to let go of the body. He was guarding a corpse!

No, it was impossible! Xiong Miao could not die. She would not die!

Just as Zhan Yeling was about to accept reality, his impulsive mind immediately rejected his rational thoughts. He did not accept it. He could not accept that Xiong Miao was already dead!

Zhan Yeling quickly stood up. His red eyes were filled with hostility.

He clenched his fists too!

He could not waste time here. He wanted to accompany Xiong Miao and find the best doctor in the world to save Xiong Miao!

Thinking of this, Zhan Yeling quickly went downstairs.

Manager Lee was calling the children to eat when he saw Zhan Yeling's whole body become tense again. He was about to say something when Zhan Yeling ignored him and walked past him quickly.

Manager Lee opened his mouth and wanted to ask Zhan Yeling if he was going to the company, but when he saw Zhan Yeling's cold and scarlet eyes, Manager Lee was so scared that he did not dare to say anything.

Young Master Zhan should be going to the company. Otherwise, where else could he go?

Therefore, Manager Lee also coaxed the children like this. He explained to them that their Papa was busy with work and went to the company to work.

After the children finished eating, because they were too tired from crying just now and had eaten their fill, they could not take it anymore. Manager Lee and the servants coaxed them to go to their rooms to sleep.

Zhan Yeling drove back to the sea view villa and headed straight to the room on the second floor.

He wanted to take Xiong Miao to find a famous doctor.

When he pushed open the room, the bed was empty!

That scene stimulated Zhan Yeling's eyes. The aura around him instantly became as cold as ice.2

He suddenly turned around and went downstairs. He grabbed the collar of the bodyguard guarding the door and said fiercely, "Where is she? Where is Xiong Miao?"

Her face was trembling because of anger and excitement.

The bodyguard was so scared by his appearance that he was trembling. "Zhan, Director Zhan, just now Doctor Cheng came to carry Miss Xiong away..."

"Cheng Jiuyuan!" Zhan Yeling bared his teeth and gritted his teeth.

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