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

The shock of Yang's mother and Yang's father can no longer be expressed in words. If they hadn't seen everything with their own eyes, how could they dare to believe it?

Back home, Xin Miaomiao returned to normal again, her face was pink and tender, her lips were rosy, and her eyes were closed as if she had just fallen asleep.

But the four people guarding the bed still couldn't recover.

Yang Rong stared at the daughter on the bed with dazed eyes, the blood on her forehead had solidified and was mottled, here and there, it looked even scarier than before.

Although Yang's mother was so frightened that she hadn't returned to her seat, she still got up and went to the bathroom, scalded warm water with a towel, and wiped the blood on Yang Rong's forehead. She was very careful, deliberately avoiding the wound.

Father Yang's expression was ugly, he walked back and forth in the room, finally looked at Yang Rong, and said, "I'll wait for you outside!"

Yang Rong nodded with dazed eyes, she didn't look at him, her eyes were already glued to her daughter, she couldn't bear to blink, she was afraid that if she blinked, her daughter would become the same as before.

Too many things happened in just one day, no matter how strong Yang Rong was, she was overwhelmed by all the sudden things at this moment.

Seeing her like this, Yang's father felt very uncomfortable, so he simply turned around and went out. Yang's mother sighed and followed behind.

Xin Xiaotian walked to the bed, knelt beside Yang Rong on one knee, and looked up at her: "Rong'er?"

Yang Rong didn't look at him, she was still looking at the sleeping Xin Miaomiao, but her tears were like broken pearls.

"If something happens to Miao Miao, I won't be able to live." She said, tears from the corners of her mouth fell down her chin, and dripped on the back of her hands, splashing small sprays.

"Xiaotian, I can't live without Miao Miao." Since her daughter was born, she felt that she owed her, and she has been raising her daughter carefully. How much effort has she spent all these years?Her daughter is everything to her, and she is the whole driving force for her life. Without her daughter, she really doesn't know how to persevere!

"Miao Miao... will be fine." Xin Xiaotian said, straightened up and hugged Yang Rong into his arms, comforting him like this, but tears filled his eyes.

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When Xin Xiaotian brought Yang Rong out of the room and went downstairs, it was already an hour later.

Father Yang sat on the sofa with a sullen face, tightly pursed his lips and said nothing. Mother Yang, who was sitting next to him, lowered her head and sobbed from time to time, wiping her tears with a tissue.

Hearing the sound of the two coming down, they raised their heads at the same time.

Yang Rong was in a trance, her eyes were shaking, Xin Xiaotian was afraid that she might fall when she walked by herself, so he held her shoulder carefully all the way, and he didn't let go until she sat on the sofa.

Mother Yang also got up, poured a cup of warm water from a cup, and handed it to Yang Rong.

When the warm touch came, Yang Rong turned her eyes and looked at her parents in front of her. She cried too much, and even now that her painful heart was broken into a big hole, she couldn't shed any tears.

"What's going on? Didn't you say that the curse has been lifted? Why is he still like this? Who is that Mo Ziqi? Why can his blood save Miaomiao?" Father Yang endured for more than an hour. , now as soon as he exited, five questions shot out like a machine gun, all sharp.