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

The doctor left after examining Xin Xiaotian.

Steward Xu sent her downstairs, thinking that Xin Miaomiao seemed to be in a bad mood just now, so he went up again.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xin Miaomiao sitting by the bed with red eyes.

She didn't look up, but she seemed to feel his approach, she raised her head suddenly, and asked in a crying voice: "Grandpa Xu, Miao Miao is feeling bad."

"Miss." Such Xin Miaomiao made Butler Xu a little at a loss, and didn't know how to comfort her.

"Why did he treat my father like this? Not only did he torture him mentally, but he also tortured him physically." Xin Miaomiao couldn't figure out why Xin Ziwen treated Xin Xiaotian like this.

How much hatred is there? He wants to do this to Xin Xiaotian.

In this life, in her memory, their Xin family has no place to feel sorry for him!In order to protect his identity, her mother once had a child, and she didn't even blame him, so why did he come to beat him up?

Xin Miaomiao has lived for so many years, several lifetimes, and she feels that she is open to everything, but now, she hates Xin Ziwen to the core.

"Miss..." Butler Xu still didn't know how to comfort the little girl, but thinking of the little girl's current situation, he couldn't stop feeling distressed.

At the beginning, when he and Mo Ziqi just moved to City C, Xin Xiaotian and Yang Rong were still a loving couple, Xin Miaomiao was a cute little girl, loved by her father and loved by her mother...but now...she has nothing , finally found his father, but his father was tortured like this.

He took a few steps forward and hugged the little girl tightly.

Xin Miaomiao covered her face in his arms, squinted her eyes hard, and held back her tears.

Mo Ziqi went out, Xin Miaomiao guarded Xin Xiaotian, the day was unusually long.

Six pm.

Mo Ziqi called her to ask her to eat first, and he would come back later, so Xin Miaomiao ate some casually by herself, and then went upstairs to help Xin Xiaotian scrub.

She put Xin Xiaotian's big hand on her small hand, and carefully wiped each of his fingers with a warm towel.

After wiping, just as I was about to put it down, I felt my fingers seemed to move.

She paused for a moment, then raised her eyelids, looking excitedly at Xin Xiaotian on the bed.

Xin Xiaotian's eyebrows frowned, his lips moved, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was really about to wake up.

Xin Miaomiao looked at him nervously, stood up from the chair, leaned on his bedside, and called expectantly: "Daddy, Daddy?"

Accompanied by Xin Miaomiao's excited shout, Xin Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes.

Xin Miaomiao burst into tears of joy: "Father, you finally woke up, you finally woke up."

Xin Xiaotian just woke up, his body was not very flexible, only his eyes rolled around twice, and then his eyes stayed on Xin Miaomiao beside the bed.

There was no aura in his eyes, no focus, like a pair of dead eyes that had lost their vitality.

His eyes fell on Xin Miaomiao, but within three seconds, he quickly moved away, raised his big hands with great effort, and smiled into the air, very silly.

"Father?" Xin Miaomiao looked at him puzzled, and followed his hand to look into the air. There was nothing there, but she saw Xin Xiaotian wriggling his lips against the air and grinning lightly.

"Father? I'm Miaomiao." Xin Miaomiao was shocked and hurt, shaking Xin Xiaotian's arm.