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

Xin Xiaotian walked over with a smile, walked up to Xin Miaomiao and touched her little head, then sat down beside her, sitting beside her with Yang Rong on the left and right.

"Dad, eat." The little girl greeted warmly while eating.

"Okay." Xin Xiaotian smiled and refilled the meal, and put an order for Xin Miaomiao. When he looked up, he saw Yang Rong's expression was gentle, but there was a faint sadness in his eyes, and he lowered his voice and asked: " What's wrong?"

Xin Miaomiao also tilted her head to look at Yang Rong, asking silently.

Both father and daughter looked at him with burning eyes, Yang Rong suddenly came back to his senses, shook his head, did not speak, lowered his head and continued to eat.

The meal was silent, and Xin Miaomiao started to feel drowsy after feeding herself, her body was crumbling next to Xin Xiaotian, fearing that she would fall, Xin Xiaotian simply hugged her into his arms.

The 12-year-old girl is a little strange to hold in her arms, she can't get up or down, but the little girl has always been in poor health. It has become a habit in Xin's family to hug her. Yang Rong doesn't think it's strange. Seeing Xin Miao Miao was drowsy with trembling eyelashes, she signaled Xin Xiaotian, who wanted to talk again, to stop talking, and wait until Xin Miaomiao fell asleep before speaking.

When Xin Miaomiao fell asleep, Yang Rong got up, put her coat on her small body, and said to Xin Xiaotian: "I don't go to work in the afternoon, are you free to take us back?"

"Yes, of course." Xin Xiaotian nodded, just wishing for it.

"Well, let's go." Yang Rong walked ahead to lead the way, but her mind was not here at all, she was still thinking about the reason for Xin Miaomiao's abnormality in the past two days.

After getting into the car, she was sitting in the back seat. The little girl was lying sideways beside her, with her little head resting on her lap. She lowered her head and gently stroked her fair little face with a dignified expression.

"Rong'er? What's the matter with you?" Xin Xiaotian sat in the driver's seat, turned his head and asked, since he entered the restaurant, he noticed that her expression was wrong. Before, she was just frowning, but now her expression was so solemn, which made him panic. Panic.

"Go back first and see if Ziqi is back." Yang Rong lowered her head, still looking at Xin Miaomiao.

"Is Miao Miao sick again?" Xin Xiaotian asked worriedly, remembering how Miao Miao was when she was sick last time. Ever since Miao Miao got that nightmare eight years ago, he felt that Yang Rong and Mo Zi Qi Jian had some secrets that he didn't know. He also asked Yang Rong, but Yang Rong refused to tell him.

"No, don't ask, I don't know either." Yang Rong said irritably, her expression becoming more serious.

When the car arrived outside Xin's villa, Yang Rong asked Xin Xiaotian to go back first with her daughter in his arms, and then went to the Mo's next door alone, but the answer he got was the same, Mo Ziqi did not come back.

Yang Rong became more and more anxious, as if she was on fire.

Ignoring other things, I called Mo Ziqi on the way back to Xin's house, but unfortunately, the phone was not in the service area.

Yang Rong hung up the phone with an ugly face, ran back, entered the room, touched Xin Miaomiao's small face, and felt that there was nothing unusual, so she came out with a straight face, and Xin Xiaotian followed behind.

"Rong'er, what's the matter?" Xin Xiaotian couldn't bear to ask, seeing Yang Rong's serious expression, he couldn't help but start to be startled.

"I don't know, I just think Miaomiao is a bit strange." Yang Rong turned and went downstairs, explaining Xin Miaomiao's abnormality in the past two days: "She was unwilling to go to class yesterday, and begged me to play with her in the morning."