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

What he said, Xin Xiaotian was so angry and funny, what do you mean it's fine if he falls, don't fall his daughter?The daughter of feelings is a treasure, but he is a grass?I don't even think about it, how could she have such a lovely daughter without him?

Xin Xiaotian was full of complaints in his heart, as if he was jealous with his daughter, but he was cautious about holding his daughter's big hand. It was the first time he carried his daughter like this, so he was naturally very careful.

The family of three walked on the road again, Yang Rong was a little behind the father and daughter, just to watch Xin Miaomiao, in case she could help her in time when she fell.

Xin Miaomiao was lying on her father's broad back, grinning wide, looking extremely excited, pouted her little buttocks and looked forward from time to time.

"Daddy." The little girl hugged his neck and called sweetly.

"Huh?" Xin Xiaotian turned his head and waited for her next words, but he didn't wait for the words to come, he just waited for a sweet kiss from the little girl, and after the kiss, the little girl rubbed against his side face tenderly.

Xin Xiaotian's heart melted by this kiss and rubbing, he gently lifted his daughter's little butt, and coaxed gently: "Miao Miao, go to sleep when you are tired, Dad, carry it back, when you get home, Dad And behind your back."

"En." Xin Miaomiao responded, and rubbed her tender little cheek against Xin Xiaotian's bearded side face. Although it was not very comfortable, she felt happy in her heart.

She did a lot of things today, she went to work with her father, went out to eat with her parents, bought clothes and went shopping... She did a lot of things...

She also felt quite tired, but she didn't want to sleep. She rested her little head on Xin Xiaotian's shoulder, looked at Yang Rong who was walking beside her with big eyes, opened her small mouth, and said almost whisperingly: "Miao Miao loves Dad very much." Mother……"

The wind was strong on the road, and they were walking, and their breathing was uneven. Both Xin Xiaotian and Yang Rong heard Xin Miaomiao's words, but they couldn't hear what they said clearly, and turned their heads to look at her with some doubts.

But Xin Miaomiao didn't speak any more, but rubbed the shoulders under her little face, and slowly closed her eyes.

Seeing that she was silent and closed her eyes, Yang Rong seemed to be tired and fell asleep. She signaled Xin Xiaotian to stop first with her eyes. She bent down and took out a coat from a bag, and covered it lightly. on the little girl.

Xin Miaomiao has a petite body, and this dress covered almost all of her figure, and even her small head was buried under the big hat.

Yang Rong felt relieved when she saw that her daughter was tightly packed, and continued walking with Xin Xiaotian.

Walking on the road, Xin Xiaotian deliberately slowed down his steps, so that not only would he not bump his daughter, but he would also be able to spend more time with Yang Rong.

If possible, he hoped that this road would have no end, that he could carry his daughter on his back like this and walk slowly with his beloved around him.

Yang Rong and Xin Xiaotian also had similar moods.

She thought she didn't have any feelings for Xin Xiaotian anymore, but on this trip today, she didn't know why, but she started to soften a little, especially when she saw her daughter so happy, she was even more shaken.

"Rong'er?" Xin Xiaotian called out softly seeing that Yang Rong kept her face down and said nothing, and couldn't make out the expression.

Yang Rong heard the sound and looked over, her eyes were still soft and a little confused.