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

"Master, Ms. Miao Miao, Ms. Miao Miao..." Seeing the blood on the corner of Xin Miaomiao's mouth, Steward Xu raised his hand in shock, pointing outside, wanting Mo Ziqi to look.

But Mo Ziqi didn't get up, he lowered his head, expressionless.

"Master? Why is that?" asked Butler Xu, almost jumping up in a hurry.

"Why?" Mo Ziqi raised his head, looked at her, and said in a cold voice, "I can't save her even if I consume my life, why do you say?"

"This..." Butler Xu's eyes widened in astonishment, the begging sound was still coming from outside, but Butler Xu could no longer say that he was going to open the door.

Taking his young master's life to pay for other people's lives, it can't be saved!He is not willing either!

But the voices outside...

"Go to the hospital." This was Father Yang's voice. He walked up to Yang Rong with Xin Miaomiao in his arms, and said with stern eyes, "Stop messing around here!"

"Dad..." Yang Rong covered her face in despair, raised her head with blood all over her face, looking like that under the faint streetlight made people feel scared, but Father Yang just felt uncomfortable and distressed.

"We'll go to the hospital right away, we can't delay, Miao Miao will... be fine." He comforted Yang Rong, even though he didn't believe what he said.

Yang Rong covered her face, closed her eyes, and staggered towards the outside step by step. She knew better than anyone else that when she walked out of here, her Miao Miao was truly lifeless.

However, Mo Ziqi didn't open the door, and Mo Ziqi refused to stretch out her hand. She had nothing but despair.

In the cold and windy night, there was no cry, and the silence was terrifying, as if a monster would jump out of the darkness in the next second.

Mo Ziqi knew that they couldn't ask him, so they should have left.

He also knew that the little cub would not die for the time being, but she would be in great pain.

Mo Ziqi was able to make up his mind to give up Xin Miaomiao, so he naturally thought of such a scene a long time ago, and he had told himself over and over again, no matter what situation he encountered, don't waver, don't waver!

He has been cold-hearted for so many years, as long as he endured this time, there will be nothing that can move him in the future.

This little brat, this little brat—has nothing to do with him!He didn't care about the fact that she killed him in his previous life, and he loved her and doted on her for so many years, which is already considered as the most benevolent.

Why would he risk his own life to continue hers?

She was haunted by others, lacked a soul, and even gave birth prematurely. These were not his reasons, and there was really no need for him to take care of her.

Can--

Does it matter?

"Qiqi...Qiqi...Qiqi..."

The soft and coquettish voice seemed to be still ringing in her ears. Mo Ziqi raised his head, looked at the door, and seemed to see the little body who was happily jumping over with the ponytail. She trusted him so much, she She would call him sweetly, she would nestle in his arms and act coquettishly, and when she was extremely happy, she would wrap her arms around his neck, close her mouth and kiss him...

She's his little brat—

"Master, there is no sound outside, they may have left." Steward Xu had been listening to the movement outside, and when there was no sound, he said to Mo Ziqi.

Mo Ziqi was silent.

The atmosphere was eerily silent.

When the pain in the palm came again, Mo Ziqi closed his eyes viciously, gasped heavily in the dark night, then opened his eyes suddenly, stood up resolutely, and walked towards the door.