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

But now she was crying so hard, as if her whole body was drenched by water, and all her energy was taken away, this would be fatal!

She was so frightened that she was about to jump up, and ran to shake Yang Rong vigorously: "Rong'er, don't be like this, be more sober, Miao Miao can't cry like this, sober up..."

Xin Miaomiao had already been hugged tightly by Yang Rong, crying and twitching, her whole body was limp, and she seemed to have no strength at all, and her big eyes full of aura were narrowing more and more. It's like—like—it's about to take its last breath.

The rest of the Yang family also felt that something was wrong at this time. Father Yang rushed over to take a look. Seeing Xin Miaomiao who was so soft and almost about to go, he panicked and bent over to snatch the child.

But how could Yang Rong let go at this time.

This is her life.

She will fight desperately with anyone who dares to snatch it!

Almost frantically, she stuffed Xin Miaomiao's soft little body into her arms, as if she was going to stuff it into her own body, connecting her own muscles and bones, so that she would not lose it again.

This scene made the Yang family burst into tears, and they couldn't bear the distress.

But even so, they had to separate Yang Rong and Xin Miaomiao.

Father Yang also raised his hands, wanting to slap Yang Rong to wake her up, but another person reacted faster than him.

Mo Ziqi had been standing far away, and when their family was reunited, he didn't go up to join in the fun. Seeing them crying with Xin Miaomiao in their arms, he felt sore in his heart, feeling empty in his heart. The faces of Yang's family members were so frightened that they turned iron gray, and his little boy, who was full of energy just now, seemed to be dying now.

He ran up in shock, just in time to see the light in Xin Miaomiao's eyes dimming, and he was horrified.

With a force that could almost break Yang Rong's wrist, they separated, and carefully hugged Xin Miaomiao's limp little body into his arms.

Yang Rong wanted to rob, but was stopped by the Yang family.

"Give me back Miao Miao, give me back Miao Miao..." Yang Rong cried so much that she wanted to kneel down on the ground, kowtow to them, and ask them to return Miao Miao to her. In some kind of conjecture, I can't get out.

Father Yang's distressed eyes were also red, but he still slapped her cruelly.

The pain on her face really gave Yang Rong a little reason. She looked at Father Yang in confusion, and when she collapsed to the ground, she was hugged by Xin Xiaotian behind her.

Xin Xiaotian held her stiff body in his arms, shaking it lightly, coaxing with a trembling voice: "Rong'er, Miao Miao is fine, it's fine, don't cry like this, you scared her..." Although the words were He said so, but his tears kept flowing.

I don't know if that slap had an effect, or Xin Xiaotian's comforting effect, Yang Rong finally recovered slowly.

She looked at Xin Miaomiao who was being comforted by Mo Ziqi in his arms.

Xin Miaomiao also looked over, she was still soft, but she blinked her eyes and called her fearfully: "Mom..."

As soon as the soft, glutinous, and sweet address was uttered, Yang Rong's tears of pain dazzled her eyes again.

She moved over slowly, not daring to hug her daughter like that anymore, she just held her outstretched little hand, put it on her lips and kept kissing, kept kissing, many tears fell on her little hand...