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

But he still said: "I can help you watch, but Ziqi, no matter what you do, you have to protect yourself, okay? Otherwise, if something happens to you, my mother will tear me apart." He also deliberately moved his mother out, just wanting him to protect himself.

Mo Ziqi's answer was to pat him on the shoulder, expressing that he would pay attention.

When the two returned to the living room, Yang Rong greeted him eagerly, looking at him eagerly, as if asking how to save Miao Miao.

Mo Ziqi went up and said to Yang Rong, "Auntie, I'm going out for seven days, and during these seven days, don't let anyone touch her body."

"Okay, okay, I will, I will." Yang Rong nodded eagerly, and she looked at Mo Ziqi with tears in her eyes: "Ziqi, Auntie will definitely wait for you when you come back."

It was an indisputable fact that Xin Miaomiao was dead.

Yang Rong felt more pain in her heart than anyone else. The reason why she didn't let herself collapse was because she hadn't fully realized it yet.

And at this time, Mo Ziqi told her that he could save Xin Miaomiao, even though it seemed unbelievable to others, she was willing to believe it, without reservation!

Mo Ziqi nodded, turned around and walked back to the room.

Walking to the little girl's bed, he sat down, bent down, and leaned over to kiss her pale little lips. Feeling the temperature that was different from usual, the hand on the side moved, and he touched her cold lips. Petal, said softly: "Miao Miao, wait for me to come back."

Mo Ziqi left, and Xin Xiaotian was isolated by everyone.

He was very sad, sad, and almost emotionally broken.

But he knew better that Xin Miaomiao's funeral should be arranged at this time, so when he looked at Yang Rong and Lu Hanfan and let Xin Miaomiao's body rest on the bed, he couldn't understand it at all.

He pulled Yang Rong aside with a sad expression, and said in a choked voice: "Rong'er, shall we take Miaomiao back?"

With his daughter gone, Xin Xiaotian was very sad and sad, but no matter how painful and sad he was, he still had to do what he had to do. He couldn't understand why he brought his daughter here instead of bringing her home.

When Yang Rong heard this, she glanced at him indifferently, pushed him away and took her hand: "This has nothing to do with you, you can go."

"Rong'er! Don't do this!" Xin Xiaotian thought that Yang Rong was so sad that she had lost her mind, that's why she did these strange things.

"Xin Xiaotian, don't quarrel, you will disturb your daughter." Yang Rong still had a calm expression.

However, Xin Xiaotian was forced to burst into tears by her words, and even more convinced that Yang Rong was over-stimulated. He wiped his face hard with his hands, then turned and walked to the room where Xin Miaomiao was lying.

Yang Rong lost her mind, but he couldn't, he couldn't let his daughter have no chance to die in peace.

After entering the room and walking to the bed, seeing Xin Miaomiao lying peacefully with her eyes closed, Xin Xiaotian's outstretched hand trembled, and then knelt down by the bed.

"Miaomiao..." Since Xin Miaomiao died, he has never even had the chance to touch her. Now seeing his daughter lying there, as if asleep, he completely collapsed, lying on the side of the bed and crying up.

Yang Rong followed in and frowned immediately when she saw him like this. She stepped forward and said angrily, "Xin Xiaotian, get out, don't disturb your daughter!"