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

Xin Miaomiao knew that he did this because of himself, and was very moved.

When the two arrived at the inpatient building of the hospital, Qin Feng came to meet them in person.

Xin Miaomiao's eyes were full of anxiety, because Qin Feng didn't know her real identity, and Mo Ziqi asked her in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, "How is the situation now?"

"Young master, don't you worry about us? We've been guarding it all the time, nothing happened." Qin Feng replied with a smile, his eyes kept calmly sizing up Xin Miaomiao beside Mo Ziqi.

As Mo Ziqi's right-hand man, Qin Feng knows Mo Ziqi's private life best.

For more than twenty years, except for the little girl who died that year, it seems that there is only one cat by his young master.

After sizing up Xin Miaomiao, he went to look at Mo Ziqi, and discovered the doting affection for this girl in the eyes of his young master.

I was slightly surprised.

When leading the two of them in along the way, they were all talking about Xin Xiaotian's situation inside, but they didn't ask curiously about Xin Miaomiao's identity.

When Xin Miaomiao started walking in the hospital, she was still stable, but when she got to the door of the ward, her tears could not be held back any longer, and they flowed down, which shocked Qin Feng again.

Secretly guessing the identity of this little girl.

But Mo Ziqi took her into his arms distressedly, wiped away her tears, and then signaled Qin Feng to open the door.

The ward is the most common compartment nowadays. The outside is the lounge for entertaining guests, with all daily necessities, and the back is the ward.

Xin Miaomiao walked in with tears in her eyes.

Walking to the door of the cubicle and pausing, Mo Ziqi next to her held her little hand and made Haizi and Fifth Brother, who were guarding inside, back out.

The door closes.

There were only three people left in the ward.

Xin Miaomiao walked into the room and saw the figure lying on the hospital bed, tears welled up.

Before the person approached the hospital bed, he bent down and wept uncontrollably.

Her 18 years have been several lifetimes, but in each lifetime, she will not end well.

She doesn't care what she is like, but her parents, no matter in the previous life or in this life, are worried about her. In the previous life, they activated the symbiotic spell and died early, but in this life, even if there is no symbiotic spell, Yang Rong He also went early, Xin Xiaotian was alive, but his life was more miserable than dead.

With Mo Ziqi's support, she staggered to the edge of the hospital bed, looking at Xin Xiaotian with her eyes closed, her heart was so painful that it almost broke.

Her father is not young anymore.

50 years old, how many people are still in the prime of life like a young man at the age of 50, but her father already has white hair and an old face that looks like he is in his 60s. Covered with scars, each fingernail grew and twisted in an abnormal posture.

"Father!" Xin Miaomiao wailed and threw herself on Xin Xiaotian's body.

"..." Xin Xiaotian closed his eyes, unconscious.

Xin Miaomiao's crying was hoarse, and the tears fell quickly. She turned her head and looked at Mo Ziqi eagerly: "Qiqi, what's wrong with Dad? Why isn't he awake?"

"Tranquilized." Mo Ziqi explained, holding her small body in his arms because of crying too hard.

"Tranquilizer? Why this?"

"Miao Miao, don't get excited, let Qiqi explain to you." Mo Ziqi took out a tissue from the side and coaxed softly.