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

At nine o'clock in the morning, Xin Miaomiao woke up in a daze.

Mo Ziqi had already tidied up, just waiting for her to get up and wash up, and then left after breakfast.

Xin Miaomiao quickly tidied herself up and came downstairs. Xin Xiaotian was waiting for her at the top of the stairs. Xin Miaomiao climbed up with a smile, and jumped into Xin Xiaotian's arms two flights of stairs away.

"Good morning, Dad." Xin Miaomiao called out sweetly, and was held firmly in Xin Xiaotian's arms.

Xin Xiaotian looked at her with red eyes, and nodded emotionally: "Good morning, my Miaomiao too, come, have breakfast quickly, don't starve."

"Ang." Xin Miaomiao nodded.

When eating breakfast, Xin Xiaotian also stared at her, and helped her with everything, even the milk for drinking, he wanted to pass it to her little mouth.

For a breakfast, Xin Miaomiao was very satisfied.

After breakfast, a few of them were going to go to Yang Rong's cemetery. Yu Huang and Yang Rong also met each other and wanted to see it, so they went together.

In the car, Yu Huang was driving, Xin Xiaotian was sitting in the passenger seat, Mo Ziqi and Xin Miaomiao were sitting in the back seat.

Xin Xiaotian was very silent, looking at the scenery outside with his eyelids downcast. He hadn't said a word since getting in the car, and Xin Miaomiao didn't talk much. She nestled in Mo Ziqi's arms, blinking and looking at the other side.

The car stopped at a flower shop on the way, Xin Xiao got out of the car, and personally got out of the car to choose her favorite lily for Yang Rong.

When he arrived at the destination, Xin Xiaotian's eyes were already red, and the hand holding the flower was trembling slightly.

Both Xin Miaomiao and Mo Ziqi got out of the car quickly and came over to support him from left to right.

Xin Miaomiao could feel the changes in Xin Xiaotian's mood every time they walked a step. When they walked to Yang Rong's tomb, the moisture in Xin Xiaotian's eyes made him unable to see the road in front of him clearly.

Everything in the past played back before his eyes, tugging at his heart.

Xin Miaomiao let go of his hand, stepped forward together with Mo Ziqi, knelt down in front of the tombstone, and swept the leaves and some debris that fell on it with his hands.

"Mom, Miaomiao came to see you." Xin Miaomiao wiped off Yang Rong's tombstone, knelt there and said.

"Do you think Miao Miao looks good now?"

"Very beautiful, isn't it? Mom will definitely like Miao Miao's current appearance, right?"

"Miao Miao's health is also very good now, and she will never get sick again in the future. Mom doesn't have to worry about Miao Miao every day anymore."

"Miao Miao also found her father, and he is fine now, mom, don't worry, now that Miao Miao has grown up, Miao Miao will take good care of her father."

Xin Miaomiao spoke with tears in her eyes, then turned to look at Xin Xiaotian again: "Dad, do you want to talk to Mom?"

Xin Xiaotian nodded, and walked up tremblingly.

He bent down slowly, knelt in front of Yang Rong's tombstone, and shouted in a trembling voice: "A Rong."

With just a sound of A Rong, Xin Xiaotian could no longer hold back his emotions, and burst into tears uncontrollably.

Xin Miaomiao's eyes were red when she saw it, and she wanted to go forward to persuade him, but was helped up by Yu Huang who bowed behind her.

Yu Huang silently shook his head at her.

Xin Miaomiao nodded with tears in her eyes, got up and followed them and left the cemetery first, giving the place to Xin Xiaotian.

They stood more than ten meters away, looking at Xin Xiaotian kneeling there from a distance, with his back bent and his head buried, weeping uncontrollably.

Xin Miaomiao couldn't stand it any longer, felt a dull pain in her heart, and buried her head in Yu Huang's arms.