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

But now that her daughter is gone, Yang Rong's faith has also disappeared.

She couldn't bear such a blow, so she fell ill that day, and the illness came like a mountain. Once she fell, it was too serious to get out of bed within three hours.

The Xin family was once again in chaos.

Doctors came one after another, each sighing and shaking their heads.

Yang Rong didn't have any illnesses, but she almost died when she collapsed so suddenly, because she had no will to survive at all, she was giving up on herself!

In a month's time, a good family broke up like this, two died, and one gave up on himself. Xin Xiaotian was ten years old the moment he was hit.

He sat on the edge of Yang Rong's hospital bed, looking at her in despair.

"Rong'er, I'm sorry." He said sorry for being late, his eyes were red: "But please, don't give up, okay? You still have me."

"Auntie, I'm sorry. If I could turn back time, I would never ask Miaomiao out again. I'm sorry." Xin Furong stood on the other side of the bed, buried her head, and said in a hoarse voice.

a month.

Xin Furong lost everything, brother, husband... and sister...

She used to think that she was very rich, but now she realized that after leaving the Xin family, she had almost nothing, no family, no lover, nothing, nothing!

She was the one who truly regretted it until her intestines were green.

Yang Rong was lying on the bed half dead, with her eyes closed, her expression was very peaceful, as if she couldn't hear their words.

The three of us stayed up all night just doing this in one room.

The eighth day since Xin Miaomiao died!

Yang Rong's breath became weaker and weaker, and she began to only see her breath, but not her breath. Xin Xiaotian lay beside her, hugging her tightly, tears streaming down her face in despair.

"Rong'er, Rong'er, please, don't leave me, I don't have a daughter anymore, I can't live without you anymore."

"..." Xin Furong sat on the side, unable to speak, and kept crying.

Seeing Yang Rong's complexion slowly turning purple, as if he could not breathe, Xin Xiaotian interrupted, shouting at the top of his lungs.

The Yang family guarding outside rushed in.

What I saw was Yang Rong who was twitching, and Xin Xiaotian who was emotionally broken.

Everyone seemed to suddenly have a kind of predictive ability, they felt——Yang Rong might die, she might die...

All were plunged into hopeless grief.

Just when everyone was most sad, a person appeared in the room out of thin air.

Strong smell of blood and corrosion!

Everyone looked at Mo Ziqi who suddenly appeared in the room in horror.

Mo Ziqi turned a blind eye to their horrified gaze, walked to the bed, looked at Yang Rong who was dying on the bed: "Auntie, I'm back, I know where Miao Miao is."

Yang Rong still didn't seem to hear what he said, her face was purple...but after a few seconds, her chest suddenly stood up high: "Drink!"

She took a big breath.

Then one mouthful, two mouthfuls, more and more air was sucked into her lungs.

Mo Ziqi looked at everyone in the room, expressionless, and said as if he was just reciting lines: "I can save Miaomiao, but I need three people."

"I am willing."

"I am willing!"

Xin Xiaotian and Xin Furong spoke almost at the same time.

Mo Ziqi looked at them, his eyes were still cold and unwavering: "Even if it takes part of your lives, are you willing?"