Xiong Meow played with the children for a while.

Time passed quickly, and it was five or six o'clock in a short while.

There was the sound of a car engine in the yard.

You don't need to ask, you know who is back.

"Fatty Baba is here!" Baby Bear, who was playing well at first, pricked up his ears and straightened his body like a deer who got the message after hearing the sound.

After confirming that there was the sound of the engine of the car, the little guy was so excited that he forgot everything and everything, and ran outside quickly.

Zhan Yeling was walking on slender legs. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw a group of small figures moving towards him quickly, with two small shofar braids up and down.

"Baba!" Baby Bear called out excitedly and high-pitched in a childish and soft voice before he even ran to his side.

Even others could hear how much the little girl missed Papa.

Not to mention Zhan Yeling himself?

His heart throbbed when he was called by that soft and cute voice, and his tenderness could not stop melting.

He squatted down and picked up the baby bear who was running over. His tall stature made the little girl even smaller, and he was picked up by Zhan Yeling like a plush doll.

The big palm dragged her little butt, making her soft body lean against his chest.

With the other hand, gently squeezed her chubby little face: "I miss Dad so much, huh?"

"Yeah, Papa, I miss you. Baby, I haven't seen Papa for a long time..." Baby Xiong nodded his head, his big eyes flickered with a sparkle, and after he finished speaking, his small mouth approached Zhan Ye Ling's face, smacked his face.

"Papa, are you done with work?" The little girl still didn't forget to ask him if he wasn't busy.

Zhan Yeling was kissed by her daughter, and she was in a great mood, pamperingly scratching her little nose: "I'm not busy recently, I can take you out to play."

"That's great!" Baby Xiong was so excited that she suddenly saw her father's raised hand: "Dad, you hurt your forehead, does it hurt, I will help you..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, pouted his lips, and whispered softly at Zhan Yeling's wrist.

Xiong Miao came out of the toy room, Ben smiled and watched the intimate interaction between their father and daughter.

After being told by Xiong Baobao, she also noticed Zhan Yeling's wrist, where the cuffs of the black suit were exposed, and there was a large bruise.

She paused in her heart, and hurried forward, grabbed Zhan Yeling's hand, and gently opened the sleeve of the suit, revealing half of her strong arm.

My God, there are bruises and red marks, criss-crossing, obviously strangled by something.

Not only this hand, but also the other hand.

It looks shocking, doesn't he hurt?

Xiong Miao couldn't stop feeling distressed when he saw it: "Ye Ling..."

Her voice was soft but distressed.

"A little injury, it's okay." Zhan Yeling put Xiong Baobao on the ground, and said in a low magnetic voice.

Hearing this, tears swirled in the eye sockets, and Xiong Miao blinked hurriedly to keep the tears from falling.

With such an injury, is it still called a small injury?

It must have been kidnapped.

Last night, because she was too frightened, she floated up and down beside him again. The light was too dim, and she didn't notice any injuries on his body.

She had seen that photo. The thick iron chain locked Zhan Yeling's hands and feet. No matter how powerful he was, he was made of flesh and blood.

How could it not be injured, how could it not hurt?

She didn't know how Zhan Yeling broke free from such a thick iron chain.

But she knew that the process must be very difficult. When he was fighting with those kidnappers, the wounds on his body must be very painful.

Xiong Miao felt sorry for him too much.

She grabbed his hand: "Come with me..."