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

afraid?

What are you afraid of?

While Yang Rong felt distressed, she was also confused.

She patted Xin Miaomiao's petite back, turned around and glanced at Mo Ziqi, and then carried Xin Miaomiao into the hospital, followed by Mo Ziqi and Butler Xu.

There was no one in the hospital corridor, and Xin Miaomiao's crying was very clear. Yang Rong found a bench and sat down, concentrating on coaxing her daughter in her arms.

It might be because of the dazzling lights around her, or it might be because someone she trusted was hugging her, Xin Miaomiao gradually stopped crying, but she still hugged Yang Rong tightly with her small arms, with a small expression that never let go. appearance.

"Miao Miao tell mother, what is Miao Miao afraid of?" Yang Rong asked, her voice was extremely soft, as if she was afraid that if she got older, she would frighten the daughter in her arms.

"There is a bad meow, poke meow, meow hurts..." When talking about the pain, the little guy poked his little head with a little finger, as if he was imitating something.

戳？

Yang Rong frowned, and combined with Xin Miaomiao's small movements, she guessed: "Miaomiao means that someone poked Miaomiao's head with something?"

"Well, it hurts meow." Xin Miaomiao was wronged and her eyes were watery.

"Who poked it? When did it go?"

"Sleeping, it hurts meow..."

sleep--

Mo Ziqi, who was standing on the side, looked at Butler Xu, but Butler Xu quickly explained with a pale face: "Master, I didn't, Miss Miao Miao has been sleeping, I didn't..."

Of course, Mo Ziqi didn't suspect Butler Xu, but he suspected that Xin Miaomiao had some kind of nightmare.

"She started crying when she woke up?" He interrupted Butler Xu and asked.

"Yes." Steward Xu broke out in a cold sweat after being so scared by Mo Ziqi, and his voice was even more respectful when he answered.

"Is Miao Miao dreaming?" Yang Rong asked the daughter in her arms after hearing the conversation between the master and the servant.

Xin Miaomiao blinked her eyes in bewilderment, as if she had thought about it for a while, and then nodded her head.

Hearing this, Yang Rong didn't know whether to cry or laugh, the little guy was crying because he had a nightmare, really... She couldn't help but hooked her lips, bowed her head and kissed her daughter's wet face dotingly, Coaxing softly: "Miao Miao had a nightmare, it's all fake, don't be afraid."

"Meow! It hurts!"

As soon as Yang Rong said it was fake, Xin Miaomiao exploded, her small body collapsed tightly, her fleshy little paws pointed directly at her forehead, and poked hard again with some kind of imitation : "It hurts meow! Bad bad!"

What she meant was that she wasn't in fake pain, it was real pain!Someone poked her here!So she hurts!

After all, Yang Rong and Xin Miaomiao Mo Ziqi are different, she is just an ordinary person, some things won't be thought about deeply, but this time, if this nightmare, if it didn't appear on her own daughter, she really wouldn't be sure letter.

When Mo Ziqi saw Xin Miaomiao's reaction, his eyes darkened.

He sat down on the seat next to Yang Rong, reached out and took off Xin Miaomiao's little hand that poked her forehead, held it in the palm and squeezed it gently, and asked in a coaxing voice: "Miao Miao told seven Seven, who is in the dream, who is bad? Who pokes you?"

"I don't know meow, a lot of fruit, a lot of trees... I poke meow here with a stick, it hurts, I smile badly... I'm afraid..." At the end, the little guy was about to cry again, his face pale Yes, it is obvious that I am afraid when I think of those things in the dream.