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

In order not to disturb the little girl who was already asleep beside her, Xin Furong got up and quickly picked up the dialogue.

After checking the caller ID, seeing that it was Yang Rong's call, he didn't dare to delay, so he answered it quickly.

"Miao Miao?" Yang Rong's anxious voice came over, as if she was on her way, her breathing was uneven.

"Auntie, I'm Furong." Xin Furong said, "Miao Miao is asleep."

Yang Rong over there paused for a moment, and then asked, "Fu Rong?"

"Well, Auntie, I have already invited a doctor for Miao Miao, and I have given a fever-reducing injection. The doctor said that there is nothing wrong, and the fever will subside soon. Don't worry." Before Yang Rong asked, Xin Furong said first.

Hearing this, Yang Rong on the other end of the phone didn't feel relieved, but asked, "Is Ziqi not here?"

"Liu Ma said he went on a business trip in the morning and he won't be back until tomorrow." Xin Furong didn't like Mo Ziqi very much, and she didn't want to say more. Alright, let's go."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you, I'll be right back." Although Xin Furong was taking care of her, Yang Rong was still worried.

"Okay." Xin Furong didn't stop her either, because she knew Xin Miaomiao hurried back from other places when she was sick, and now she has no position to ask Yang Rong not to come back.

After hanging up the phone, Xin Furong looked at the unconscious little girl in her arms, and thought of Yang Rong's politeness, she felt a little disappointed.

Eight years ago, after her brother left, she thought that Yang Rong and Xin Xiaotian could reconcile, but...Yang Rong only took care of Xin Xiaotian until his eyes recovered, and then signed the divorce agreement. Willing to remarry.

According to what Yang Rong said at the time, she would not leave him when he was a couple in four or five years, but the child she had lost was the eternal thorn in her heart, and she would never forget it for the rest of her life.

She didn't want to wrong herself, and she didn't want to make ends meet. All these years, for Xin Miaomiao's body, she had been traveling day and night, either seeking medical treatment or making money.

It's just that Xin Miaomiao's mind has been damaged. She still doesn't know that her parents are divorced. Yang Rong and Xin Xiaotian still live in this villa with her. She thinks her parents are still fine.

But everyone knew that because of her poor health, she might not even live to be an adult, all of this was discussed and deliberately coaxed her.

As long as Xin Furong thinks that the little girl in her arms may not live to be an adult... her heart hurts like being torn apart alive.

She lowered her head, gently stroked the tender skin under her hands, and murmured absentmindedly: "Miao Miao, if sister can share your body and life in half, how great it would be..."

In fact, it's more than half of it. If this road really works, it's okay to give her all of her life.

"Ring, ring, ring..." The phone behind him rang again.

Xin Furong frowned in annoyance, turned to look, and saw the caller ID on the phone, her beautiful eyes narrowed immediately.

Mo Ziqi!

This dead man!

Xin Furong was full of anger. She didn't want to wake Xin Miaomiao up, she got up from the bed gently, turned around and left the room, stood at the stairs and connected the phone. As soon as the call was connected, she cursed angrily: "Mo Ziqi, Where did you die!"

"..." There was silence on the other end of the phone.