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

Yang Rong stroked the cup in her hand with her fingers, blinked her dry eyes, and didn't know how to answer at all.

These years, Xin Miaomiao is only in poor health, she always thought so, and Mo Ziqi never said that she would live soon, so when he told her about this, she felt so sudden and unacceptable .

"She doesn't know, and you don't know either?" Yang Rong didn't answer, but Father Yang looked at Xin Xiaotian.

Xin Xiaotian shook his head, he only knew that his daughter didn't have much time, and he didn't know anything else.

As for what is a nightmare, there is another soul missing, these things are too complicated and weird for him, and he has never figured it out.

Father Yang's face turned red from his reaction. He glared at him and didn't know what to say. Does this look like a father?

Mother Yang on the side looked at this and then at that, and then asked with a sad face: "Then what should we do now? Is there really no other way?"

How to do?

Yang Rong also wanted to find someone to ask.

She shook her head feebly, her temples throbbed, and she couldn't even think because of the pain.

Father Yang sighed, and finally said: "Why don't you ask the doctor to take a look, maybe you can find out something?"

Yang Rong looked over and didn't speak. Father Yang took her as a promise, got up and made a phone call. This number was the number of the doctor who often went to Yang's house to check him up.

Three or 10 minutes later, the doctor came for a routine examination and concluded that Xin Miaomiao was only weak and had no problems.

When others got such an answer, they felt relieved, but when Yang Rong got such an answer, she closed her eyes in despair, her face was pale, and she didn't want to say anything more. Miao Miao's petite body was hugged in her arms, and she refused to think about anything.

Father Yang sent the confused doctor away, and sat downstairs, silent with a sullen face.

"Dad, it's getting late, will you and Mom rest here tonight?" Xin Xiaotian made arrangements and turned to ask Father Yang.

Both Yang's father and Yang's mother nodded. Xin Miaomiao was in such a state that they couldn't feel at ease when they went back.

After Xin Xiaotian settled Father Yang and Mother Yang down, he returned to the master bedroom. Seeing Yang Rong holding Xin Miaomiao still in the same position as before, he felt extremely painful.

He walked up, lay down on the other side lightly, and surrounded Xin Miaomiao between him and Yang Rong.

Yang Rong buried her head from the beginning to the end, as if she was asleep. Xin Xiaotian looked up at the gray ceiling with a sad expression. He didn't sleep all night, and whether Yang Rong fell asleep, I'm afraid she was the only one. I know.

The night fades away, and the light ushers in.

The warm winter sun refracts in from the windows, bathing the family of three on the big bed in warm light.

Yang Rong and Xin Xiaotian only fell asleep in the morning, so Xin Miaomiao was the first to greet the sun in the morning.

The long eyelashes trembled under the sun, flashing colorful lights, and when those big beautiful eyes opened, Xin Miaomiao woke up.

The sun was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes.

She stretched out her small hand to cover her face, and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw her parents lying beside her, and her small body, which was about to twist, immediately fell silent.

She turned her head and looked to the left first, and saw a haggard face. On that delicate and beautiful face, her eyes were red and swollen, and her brows were tightly frowned, as if there was some pain in her sleep.