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

Mo Ziqi put Xin Miaomiao on the bed.

Bend down, undressed her, took off the down jacket on the outside, and the sweater on the inside, seeing that she was about to take it off inside, Xin Xiaotian finally couldn't help it, and stopped her.

"Mo Ziqi, my daughter is dead, don't insult her!"

Mo Ziqi glanced at him coldly, even Xin Xiaotian couldn't resist the malevolence and hostility in his eyes at this moment.

With tears in her eyes, Yang Rong knelt by the bed and touched Xin Miaomiao's little hand, feeling like a knife was twisting her heart.

She raised her head and looked at Mo Zi.

Mo Ziqi looked away from Xin Xiaotian, and said to Yang Rong, "It's too dirty."

Yang Rong froze for a moment, then nodded, stood up with tears in her eyes, and went to the bathroom.

Neither Lu Hanfan nor Xin Xiaotian understood what he meant, but Lu Hanfan could feel that it was best not to disturb him at this time.

He thought for a while, then forcibly pulled Xin Xiaotian out of the room, and closed the door. Outside, Xin Furong was standing at the gate, not knowing whether to enter or exit, standing there a little at a loss.

Yang Rong filled the bathtub with water, and when she came back, she saw that Mo Ziqi had hugged Xin Miaomiao and stripped off her clothes.

Xin Miaomiao died with a broken neck. All of her blood flowed from her mouth and nose, and even from her ears. It can be said that she has completely become a bloody person, and a lot of it has flowed to her body.

Mo Ziqi wanted to wash off the blood on her body.

The warm water flooded Xin Miaomiao's chest, covering her body that was not completely cooled down in pink. Yang Rong looked at her and almost thought she was not dead, but when she saw her neck, When she fell to the side with no support and looked up in a deformed way, she really realized that her daughter was dead!

With tears in her eyes, Yang Rong carefully lifted her head up little by little, as if Xin Miaomiao would hurt a lot if she pushed harder.

Mo Ziqi wiped her blood-stained face with a towel, revealing that delicate little face, and a gentle smile could not help showing at the corner of his mouth.

"It's dirty and ugly," he said.

He gently wiped her body with a towel. Although it was the first time for someone to bathe, he acted skillfully as if he had done it many times.

This bath lasted for about half an hour, during which, Mo Ziqi's movements were always very gentle, including washing her hair, he was smiling the whole time.

But Yang Rong was in tears all the time.

After taking a bath, Mo Ziqi wrapped Xin Miaomiao in a bath towel and carried her out. Yang Rong had already changed the quilt and bed sheet.

Mo Ziqi dressed Xin Miaomiao again, putting them on one by one, very patiently.

After getting dressed, he got up and sat behind Xin Miaomiao, propped up her upper body, placed her head in his arms, and carefully blew her hair.

Several times, her head would be tilted to one side, and her posture would be distorted, as if he couldn't see it, and then straightened her head a little bit, and continued to blow her hair, strand by strand, which was more satisfying than doing anything else. patience.

Yang Rong sat on the sidelines and watched with tears in her eyes. She almost collapsed several times, but she endured it and did not let herself lose control.

After finishing the cleaning work, Mo Ziqi put Xin Miaomiao away.

The little girl was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, she looked obedient and peaceful as if she was asleep.

Mo Ziqi then looked at Yang Rong.

"Auntie, I want to keep Miao Miao for seven days." Mo Ziqi said.