Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

"..." Mo Ziqi felt that he was innocent.

The little boy was crying hard, aggrieved and a little dazed, he was in a daze, he didn't know where he was at all.

Mo Ziqi felt that he was really unlucky, he obviously did nothing, she cried like this, as if he had done something bad, the veins on his forehead twitched, and finally he had no choice but to hug her up.

"Don't cry." Comforted with dry language.

"..." Xin Miaomiao continued to cry, looking at him with a little bit of accusation in her eyes, but she was still more confused, obviously not awake yet, just crying subconsciously.

"Don't cry, don't cry, be good." Although it was still dry this time, he still added a coaxing word.

Xin Miaomiao pursed her lips, and still cried, but her voice was visibly quieter, and her little head became clearer. She groaned, "Qiqi?"

"En." Mo Ziqi responded softly, stroking her back lightly with his hands, coaxing and comforting her like Yang Rong usually coaxed Xin Miaomiao.

"Qiqi, Miaomiao misses her mother." After all, the little guy was homesick.

Mo Ziqi was not impatient this time, he looked down at the little brat in his arms who was woken up by him in the middle of the night, crying because of grievance, his eyes were red, his face was covered with tears, and he looked back at her with Dependence, but also with indescribable pity.

He felt a little uncomfortable, regretting for the first time what he had done.

I just owed it.

But I couldn't say a word of apology, so I could only hug the cub and continue to comfort: "Hey, go to sleep, I can see my mother tomorrow."

Xin Miaomiao blinked her eyes and nodded, stopped crying, just sucked a little, and her eyes slowly became dull.

It was the first time Mo Ziqi slept with her, and he couldn't tell the difference between her. His mouth was still comforting, his voice became softer, and his hands gently stroked her back. In less than a minute, The cub fell asleep again.

It's just that this time the little boy obviously didn't sleep as soundly as before.

His eyelids were red, his mouth was red, his face was red, even his nose was red, and he looked so tender and pitiful. Mo Ziqi felt as if his heart had been screwed by something.

There was a feeling that came too fast for him to catch it, and by the time he realized it, his lips had already touched Xin Miaomiao's forehead.

The warm touch brought him back from his thoughts.

He looked at the small body in his arms in disbelief, and couldn't believe that he... just kissed her like that?The weirdest thing was that after the kiss, he felt much better in his heart... as if he should have been like this a long time ago.

This night, Mo Ziqi couldn't sleep all night.

He always felt that something was out of his control, but it seemed that something was running on the established track, which was a very contradictory feeling.

the next day.

Xin Miaomiao woke up refreshed in the morning.

And what about Mo Ziqi?It's okay to look tired, but she even wears "black-rimmed glasses" that are only a national treasure. She has no appetite at all, and only occasionally looks at Xin Miaomiao with an inexplicable expression.

The two had breakfast facing each other, Xin Miaomiao was in a good mood, her fat legs were happily kicking under the table, her little arms were waving, and she was eating breakfast self-sufficiently.

Stuffing the delicious shredded chicken porridge into her little mouth again, and swallowing it happily, she raised her eyes to look at Mo Ziqi, and asked suspiciously, "Qiqi is sick, meow?"