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

When he saw Fat Cat next to Yang Rong's body yesterday, he felt that something was wrong several times, and he always felt that it would be contaminated with some Yin Qi or something.

It was just because the person who died was Yang Rong, and she was afraid that Fat Cat would be unhappy, so she didn't say anything.

Now that I think about it, I really regret it. If I knew it would happen, he shouldn't be taboo about this and that.

When they arrived at the veterinary hospital, the three went in with the fat cat in their arms. After a lot of tossing, it was night again.

Fat Cat lay weakly on the hospital bed, completely lost the vivacity it used to be, as if all the energy had been sucked away, leaving only a weak shell.

Mo Ziqi stayed by her side and accompanied her to receive injections until the next morning, when Yang Rong was about to be buried.

Xin Furong also stayed here all night. She looked down at the time and discussed with Mo Ziqi: "Why don't you stay here? I'll go back?"

Mo Ziqi turned cold and shook his head: "She can't go to deliver it, I want to deliver it on her behalf."

He looked at Lu Hanfan again, and Lu Hanfan didn't need him to order, and said directly: "I will take good care of her here, you guys go quickly, don't delay."

Mo Ziqi got up, kissed the fat cat's hairy little head, then got up and left with Xin Furong.

Yang Rong's funeral procession is very luxurious, but no matter how luxurious the funeral procession is, it can't eliminate the sadness of being lost. Yang's father and mother cried several times and fainted.

Xin Xiaotian's eyes are so scarlet that he can no longer see the white eyeballs. Sometimes when he blinks, people think that he will shed blood and tears.

Xin Furong's eyes were red from the beginning to the end, she couldn't cry anymore, the past two days were too sad, her throat was hoarse, and her voice was very low.

After the funeral, the cemetery, which was bustling just now, is now empty, leaving only a field of flowers, as if telling the bustling moment just now and Yang Rong's beautiful years.

"Mom and Dad, go back and rest, my little sister will be sad if you burn your body out." Yang Nianfu and his wife Zhong Tong, each supporting an old man, persuaded him.

Yang's mother nodded with tears in her eyes, Yang's father patted her on the shoulder, and looked at Xin Xiaotian, Xin Xiaotian licked his dry thin lips, and looked at Mo Ziqi.

"Ziqi, we all want to go and see that... Miaomiao, is that okay?" Xin Xiaotian asked hesitantly.

When he asked this question, Yang's father, Yang's mother and others looked at Mo Ziqi eagerly.

Mo Ziqi nodded, but said again: "She's sick, and she's in the hospital now, let her see you when she gets better."

"I'm sick, is it serious?" Xin Xiaotian immediately asked anxiously, now he completely regards Fat Cat as his own child.

"Linglingling..." Before Mo Ziqi could answer, the phone rang.

Mo Ziqi took out his mobile phone and took a look, seeing that it was Lu Hanfan calling, he immediately connected.

But just a word on the other end of the phone, his whole body froze in place, the phone fell to the ground with a slap, and fell on the tiled floor, the screen was cracked, but the call was not over yet, but the hands-free fell opened.

Everyone present could hear Lu Hanfan's voice, because he was yelling, loudly and with infinite panic.

"Ziqi, Ziqi, are you still listening? Come back quickly! Meow... Meow is about to die... Didi... Beep..." There seemed to be a shrill sound coming from the other end of the phone sound, and then the phone was hung up.