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

She broke down and cried for a while outside, and after her emotions stabilized, she washed her face and went in to see Xin Xiaotian.

When Xin Xiaotian and Yang Rong gave birth to Xin Miaomiao, they were already in their thirties, not too young. Now Xin Miaomiao has a child of her own. After so many years of torture, Xin Xiaotian looks ten years older than his actual age.

Now being abused by Xin Ziwen again, she is so emaciated that it is unbearable to watch.

After Xin Furong entered the door, she knelt down by the bed. The tears that had finally stopped outside burst again. She knelt by the bed and buried her head, crying in a muffled voice. Already... so painful that I could barely breathe.

Her crying was very depressing and depressing.

Lu Hanfan stood at the door, stared at him coldly, finally showed a sarcastic smile, turned and left.

Xin Xiaotian didn't sleep well, but when Xin Furong cried like this, he slowly woke up.

He turned his head to look at the bed.

Seeing Xin Furong's face exactly like Xin Miaomiao's, she was pleasantly surprised at first, but when she saw her snow-white wedding dress stained with blood, she realized that it was not Xin Miaomiao.

He sighed, stretched out his hand to touch her head lying on the bed, and asked caringly, "What's wrong?"

After asking, he raised his head and looked at other places in the room, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see, and his heart immediately twisted.

"Fu Rong, where's Zi Qi? Where's Miao Miao? Your brother..."

"Dad..." Seeing Xin Xiaotian's questioning more and more, Xin Furong's expression got worse, knowing that he had misunderstood, she quickly clarified: "It's okay, they are all fine, my brother was seriously injured and ran away, and Mo Ziqi has already gone after him... won't let him get away."

Hearing this, Xin Xiaotian let out a breath slowly, and lay back down again.

Seeing her wearing a bloody wedding dress, she didn't ask what happened, but said lovingly, "Go wash up and rest well, I'm fine here."

"Dad..." Xin Furong didn't move, but lay on the edge of the bed, crying loudly.

Why is Xin Furong crying?

She herself doesn't know.

She only knew that she was very uncomfortable, and her heart seemed to be suffering from Ling Chi's pain.

"You child, what's the matter? Cough cough..." Xin Xiaotian tried his best to prop up his body, trying to comfort her, but just as soon as he lifted his body, he immediately lay back down weakly, and at the same time began to cough loudly. It will drive the body and tremble along with it.

He put his hands over his mouth.

When he stopped coughing and let go of his hand, he saw blood on his palm.

"Dad!" Xin Furong's eyes turned red and she exclaimed.

Xin Xiaotian looked down at the blood in his palm, and was also taken aback for a moment, but soon he clenched his fists indifferently, and said to Xin Furong, "Come and wipe that towel."

Xin Furong cried and got up to get a towel and wanted to wipe it for him, but Xin Xiaotian avoided it. He lowered his head and wiped it seriously, until there was no blood left, then he raised his head and looked at Xin Furong: "Don't tell anyone else."

Xin Furong looked at him with tears streaming down her face, knelt down beside the bed again, choked up and said, "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"I'm fine. I've lived up to now, which is enough." Xin Xiaotian said, reaching out to touch Xin Furong's buried head, and said softly: "Dad is a little tired, you go out and change clothes to rest."