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

After hanging up the phone, before Mo Ziqi could speak, the car arrived at its destination.

It's Yang Rong's natal family. You can tell from the majestic gate that Yang Rong's family is very good, even better than Xin's.

Yang Rong got out of the car with Xin Miaomiao in her arms. The guard over there saw it and ran up immediately: "Miss, you are back."

"Yeah." Yang Rong responded lightly, turned her head and said goodbye to Mo Ziqi in the car: "Ziqi, thank you today, if you have anything to do, hurry up, don't delay."

Mo Ziqi nodded to her, then looked at Xin Miaomiao in her arms, seeing that the little boy was still in the same state as before, so he could only look away slightly disappointed.

Yang Rong carried Xin Miaomiao to the villa, and the guard escorted her all the way in. Yang Rong asked casually, "Are my parents at home?"

"Miss Hui, no, the master and wife went out early in the morning, and I need to call for you..."

"No need." Yang Rong interrupted him, and said softly, "I don't have anything to do, you can go and do your own thing."

Hearing this, the guard turned around and returned to his post.

Today is not the weekend, there is no one in the Yang family, and the villa is empty.

The Yang family is more famous than the Xin family in the rich family circle in C City, just as Mo Ziqi thought. Yang Rong's marriage to Xin Xiaotian, whose wife is dead and has two children, is a low marriage.

When they got married, neither the Yang family nor Yang Rong's two older brothers agreed.

As the youngest child in the family, Yang Rong was raised up pampered, but when she grows up, she wants to marry a widower. How could the Yang family think about it.

But who told Yang Rong to really like it?

The Yang family doted on her again, so naturally they could only do what she wanted in the end.

Yang Rong entered the door, and several servants at home greeted her. She responded casually. She was going to go upstairs and return to her room, but she stopped halfway and told the servants: "Make a bottle of milk. Come up."

"Okay." It was the old man among the Yang family's servants who answered. He knew where Xin Miaomiao's milk powder and clothes were kept, so he took orders and went down.

Yang Rong went upstairs, returned to her room, and wanted to put Miao Miao down, but when she lowered her head, she realized that the little guy had fallen asleep, her face was flushed with tears still on her face, and she looked very pitiful.

Yang Rong looked at her, sighed, and put her down more carefully.

After covering her with the quilt, she went to the bathroom to wash the towel and came out. She wiped Xin Miaomiao's face carefully, and after tidying her up comfortably, she sat down by the bed.

She had raised a child for four years before she developed this appearance. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop her from being hurt.

If there is another one, Yang Rong really doesn't know what will happen.

The brothers and sisters of the Xin family couldn't tolerate such a soft and cute child like Xin Miaomiao. She really couldn't imagine the consequences if there was another one.

Thinking of this, her hands subconsciously touched the belly, and tears flowed down again.

This child is destined not to stay.

This time, even if Xin Xiaotian wanted it, she wouldn't want it. The suffering of one is enough, and she would really love the other one to death.

Xin Miaomiao slept until noon and didn't wake up. She was still in a bad mood, even a little dying. Yang Rong thought she was sick again, so she had to invite the family doctor of the Yang family over.