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

Now she is sleeping quietly on the bed, probably because of the overheating, her little face is flushed, extraordinarily cute and cute.

Mo Ziqi doesn't know what cuteness is, he just thinks such a kid looks comfortable.

He sat down beside her bed, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked her face with the back of his hand, feeling the touch of her jade-like skin, and his heart felt soft.

Mo Ziqi is born strong, he actually doesn't like weak creatures, especially the ones that look like they could be killed with a single finger, he never takes a look at them.

But for some reason, he had the greatest patience with Xin Miaomiao.

He even liked her soft and sticky appearance when she was sitting in his arms. Every time he hugged her, watched her blink her big eyes, and stare at him brightly, he felt like his heart was being held by a pair of small hands It's sour and crispy, the taste can't be expressed in words.

"Miao Miao, I won't let anyone hurt you again." Touching the little girl's pink face, Mo Ziqi said as if swearing.

The little girl didn't respond, she was still in a coma.

She cried too much yesterday, and her breath became weaker and weaker. Mo Ziqi was afraid that something would happen to her, so he let her fall into a coma. Although people in this world criticized her life as happy life, so she couldn't cry or be sad, but Mo Ziqi always felt that something was wrong.

There seems to be... something wrong with the little girl.

But what was wrong with him, he couldn't tell clearly, he gently smoothed the broken hair on the side of her face, saw her small mouth was bright red, couldn't help but leaned down and kissed her again, followed her open mouth, The cultivation base that I had finally obtained passed on to her little by little.

If someone said that one day he would give his hard-earned cultivation to a little girl in this way, he would definitely think that person was crazy.

But now, he is doing such crazy things, and he is so crazy that he wants to.

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Xin Furong thought that if he sued Mo Ziqi, he would not be able to escape, but she never expected that Mo Ziqi was just taken to the police station and released after making a confession.

Xin Furong couldn't bear such a blow.

When Xin Xiaotian arrived at the hospital in the afternoon, she yelled at Xin Xiaotian, asking him to pay for Xin Ziwen's life, and asking him to tell her where Mo Ziqi lives now.

Xin Furong has a straightforward temper, and she never cares about what she says.

Now that Xin Ziwen is dead, she is greatly stimulated, and she speaks without any scruples, extremely vitriolic, pointing her finger at Xin Xiaotian's nose: "Xin Xiaotian, aren't you afraid of thunder when you treat your own children like this? !"

"Yang Rong is shameless, being a third party, and her daughter is even more cheap, even seducing her own brother, you still protect them like this, aren't you afraid that God will kill you?"

Xin Xiaotian was sullen and let her scold him all the time, but when he heard Xin Furong say that Xin Miaomiao seduced his brother, he looked at Xin Furong and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

"Shut up? You still have the nerve to ask me to shut up?" Xin Furong cried and laughed: "Even if you tell me to shut up, you can't cover up the truth!"

"Furong, what nonsense are you talking about?" Hou Yi saw that Xin Furong's words were getting worse and worse, so he couldn't bear it any longer and stopped her, persuading her, "I know you are sad, but no matter how sad you are, you can't talk nonsense."