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

"Mom, my sister is also pregnant, you know? Miao Miao will have an extra playmate in the future. If Miao Miao is not happy in the future, she will bully him, okay? Mom, Miao Miao knows, you will definitely say Miao Miao again Miao is naughty and ignorant."

"And mom, Miaomiao has said so much, but there is one more important thing that I haven't told you. Do you know what it is? Do you want to guess?"

Xin Miaomiao asked, she tried hard to raise the corners of her mouth to show the happiest and sweetest smile, but in fact, the corners of her mouth were slowly curving down, and while chattering these words, Every time he said a sentence, his voice would choke up, until it finally turned into a crying sound.

But now she couldn't laugh at all, and couldn't even maintain the most basic calm.

She is suffering, she is in pain.

Painful enough to think of crying.

She tried her best to open her eyes wide, not wanting to let the tears that had filled her eyes fall, but no matter how hard she tried, the tears still fell.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

They all hit the cold floor, stirring up little flowers.

She still cried.

Choking up in disarray, she threw herself on Yang Rong's tombstone, hugged her tombstone tightly, and cried bitterly: "Mom, Miao Miao misses you, Miao Miao really misses her mother."

"Mom, come back, can you come back? Miao Miao begs you."

Without Xin Xiaotian, Xin Miaomiao was sad, but she could bear it, but without Yang Rong, Xin Miaomiao really felt that she was a grass without roots.

She is insecure.

So far, she really has no sense of security.

That's why she can't wait to marry Mo Ziqi, she wants to have a family, she wants to have roots, instead of wandering outside without any memory like in the past years, doing whatever she wants.

Except for the time when she and Xin Furong came to visit Yang Rong, she had never visited Yang Rong before.

Not for anything else, just because she dared not.

She knew how much she missed Yang Rong, and she knew that she would collapse.

And once she collapses... Yang Rong looked at it, how worried should she be?

"Mom..." Xin Miaomiao couldn't help crying, holding the cold tombstone in her arms, chilling her body, but she didn't care, all she thought about was her mother, she wanted to hug her... …

Such Xin Miaomiao.

Xin Miaomiao who said such words was trying to gouge Mo Ziqi's heart.

He thought it was true that the little girl was usually laughing and joking, as if she was extremely happy, including when he first came to the cemetery, he was always smiling when he saw her, thinking that she was really in a good mood, but it turned out...

She is gouging out his heart!

A man like Mo Ziqi would never kneel all his life, but now he is kneeling in front of Yang Rong's tombstone and behind Xin Miaomiao.

"Miaomiao, I'm sorry." He said in a hoarse voice, his fingertips slightly trembling, and hugged Xin Miaomiao's small body holding the tombstone back.

If there were any things that Mo Ziqi regretted over the years, it would probably be this one.

If he had told Yang Rong the truth a day earlier, perhaps Yang Rong would not have died, and if Yang Rong had not died, Xin Miaomiao would not have been in such pain and sorrow.

Mo Ziqi didn't care about anything, not even Yang Rong's life or death, but he cared about Xin Miaomiao's mood.