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

"Did you hear that, Furong? Miaomiao likes you so much, you, as a big sister, have to make an appearance, go back and get along with your little sister, don't mess around anymore!" Listening to Xin Miaomiao's lovely words Tong Yu, Yu Yinghong pulled Xin Furong's hand over and held Xin Miaomiao's together: "Miao Miao is so sensible, you can't be inferior to her."

Xin Furong didn't speak, just looked down at the milk doll in front of her, and saw her grinning at her with such a cautious and flattering smile, she felt a bit shy, she silently looked away again, and was forced to talk to Xin Miao. Miao held hands together and struggled out.

She nodded to Yu Yinghong as if coping, got up and prepared to go upstairs, tidied up and went back with Xin Xiaotian.

However, when the talent stood up, he felt that his hands were occupied by a pair of small claws again.

Xin Miaomiao is not even up to her waist, and now she is trying her best to raise her little head, flattering her: "Sister, go back meow? Meow meow gave me a lot of beautiful clothes."

"Who needs your clothes?" Xin Furong snorted disdainfully, and once again shook off those soft little paws, turned and ran away.

Xin Miaomiao pouted and watched her run away helplessly, her expression became very lonely, and the little hand beside her was pinching the hem of the skirt, looking a little helpless.

"Sister went up to pack her things, do you want Miao Miao to go up and have a look too?" Yu Yinghong asked with a smile seeing Xin Miaomiao's pitiful appearance.

"Can you meow?" Xin Miaomiao's big eyes lit up when she heard this, and Yu Yinghong's heart was also moved by the look in those eyes.

This child really likes her granddaughter, and she feels that as long as Miao Miao likes it, it means that her granddaughter's life in Xin's family is not bad, because she feels that Xin Miaomiao wouldn't be so close if Yang Rong didn't acquiesce Xin Furong.

Thinking of this, Yu Yinghong's love for Xin Miaomiao grew a little more, and she patted her little head lovingly, and said, "Yes, Miaomiao, go, my sister is in the room at the top of the stairs."

Xin Miaomiao got permission, and immediately smiled and narrowed her eyes. She ignored Yang Rong, twisted her body and chased after her.

Yang Rong didn't stop her either, she just kept watching her climb the stairs, and she didn't look away until she finished climbing the stairs and entered the room.

in the room.

Xin Furong didn't pack her things, but sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at her hands, bit her lips tightly, with a somewhat troubled expression.

Just now Xin Miaomiao hugged her and held her hand. She had never experienced that kind of soft touch... Especially when she grinned at her in a flattering smile, She actually wanted to smile at her at a certain moment, but...

Why, why is she Yang Rong's daughter?

She doesn't like Yang Rong. Yang Rong robbed her of her mother's father and her mother's home. She really hates her!

"elder sister?"

Just when Xin Furong was caught in her own thoughts and couldn't extricate herself, a certain doll's cry came from beside her, it was sweet, nimble and cute.

Xin Furong raised her head when she heard the sound, and saw Xin Miaomiao who was poking around the door, hiding like a little mouse, and deliberately shouted coldly, "Who told you to come up?"

"Grandma meow." Xin Miaomiao replied crisply and angrily.

"Shameless, is that your grandma? That's my grandma!" Xin Furong glared at her.