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

Yang Rong asked with concern, and walked in front of Mo Ziqi, feeling that his face was even paler.

Mo Ziqi shook his head, his eyes did not fall on Yang Rong, but looked in the direction of the Xin family, his eyes seemed colder than before, not as gentle as before: "I'm fine, auntie, go back and take care of her first, I'm fine .”

Yang Rong felt that Mo Ziqi, who had a pale face and an unusually cold expression in front of her, was a little strange, and she felt a little different from what she felt before, but she couldn't tell what was different, so she nodded and told him softly: "Then you take care of yourself." Rest, I have arranged everything for tomorrow."

"En, thank you." Mo Ziqi nodded, turned and left.

Yang Rong stood behind and looked at his back as he left in a hurry, her eyes became more and more suspicious.

When Yang Rong returned home, she saw Xin Xiaotian was lying on the bed wiping her daughter's cheeks. Her daughter's face was no longer pale, but flushed red. She looked in good spirits.

Yang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, but then became worried again.

She felt that Mo Ziqi seemed to be hiding something from her, Miao Miao, she... Yang Rong's hands on the side tightened, thinking that after Mo Ziqi's birthday passed, she must have a good talk with Mo Ziqi.

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Mo Ziqi returned to Mo's house with a pale face, and bumped into Butler Xu head-on. Butler Xu was shocked when he saw his pale face.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Steward Xu asked with a worried face, and helped Mo Ziqi, who was a little vain in his steps.

Mo Ziqi didn't speak, and let Steward Xu sit on the sofa. He raised his head and rested his head on the edge of the sofa. The bright fluorescent lamp shone on his handsome face, making him look pale as paper, as if in a All the blood was drawn in an instant.

Steward Xu was terrified and asked, "Master, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to see a doctor?"

"No need." Mo Ziqi was silent, as if he didn't hear it. Butler Xu wanted to find a doctor on his own, only to hear Mo Ziqi reply, but his voice was soft, obviously he didn't have any symptoms of blood .

This was obviously uncomfortable, and he refused to call a doctor, making Steward Xu even more worried, but he didn't dare to disobey Mo Ziqi's words, so he could only turn around and pour Mo Ziqi a cup of hot water.

Mo Ziqi picked it up, drank it, and the symptoms of weakness on his body were gradually disappearing, and his complexion was not as pale as before. He looked at Butler Xu: "Where are they?"

"I have already set off, and I estimate that I will arrive at five o'clock in the morning."

"Well, just send them the address and let them find it by themselves." Mo Ziqi said, paused, and then continued: "It's getting late, you should go down and rest too."

Steward Xu saw that Mo Ziqi's face had improved a lot, but he was still worried, so he walked away in three steps.

After Steward Xu left, Mo Ziqi stared deeply in one direction for a few minutes, then got up to get the medicine box, and simply bandaged the wound on his wrist.

Xin Miaomiao's body was obviously weakened to the extreme. At the beginning, the coagulated blood could still save her, and the effect of the medicine could last for a while, but now... she already needs her own fresh blood, and so much more.

Mo Ziqi is cruel by nature, and he has loved Xin Miaomiao to the utmost all these years, but no matter how much he loves, he can do so without threatening his life, but now...he hesitates.

Can this little boy be saved?