Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan scratched her head, well, she didn't seem to respond.

Hey? wrong……

She is so pregnant, she has a knitting reaction?

Su Xiangwan was full of black lines, and only felt that this stupid man had taken him into the ditch.

It's... stupid.

Partial life, a certain man didn't even notice it.

The big hand carefully stroked her belly repeatedly, gently and gently.

"Call Dad." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, moving his eyes.

Su Xiangwan's eyes twitched: "Mu Beiting, are you stupid?"

Mu Beiting raised his eyebrows, rolled over and pressed on her: "Call her husband."

Su Xiangwan chuckled and pushed his handsome face away: "Don't make trouble."

He bit her lip and buried his head in her neck, only feeling satisfied.

When the two of them calmed down and stopped making trouble, he gently embraced her and said warmly: "Late night, don't shoot this movie."

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, and said nothing.

The two were silent for a long time, and Su Xiangwan couldn't help but speak: "Mu Beiting, do you like children very much?"

He was stunned for a moment, propped up his black eyes and looked straight at her: "I like the baby you gave birth."

Hearing this, Su Xiangwan fell silent again.

Mu Beiting twisted his eyebrows and seemed to notice something.

"You... don't you want it?" he asked in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly.

Su Xiangwan's face turned pale, and he dared not look into his eyes.

"Speak!" He was anxious.

"It's not that I don't want to... I just feel that I'm not ready yet."

Her words made his heart sore.

Suddenly, it seemed as if a basin of cold water was poured down.

He had only been happy for so long, and only now did he realize that she actually didn't want to give birth.

He raised his eyes slightly and slammed into his dark pupils.

His jaw was tight, blue veins were erected on his forehead, and his eyes were sharp.

Su Xiangwan was inexplicably guilty, and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "You are angry."

He was silent, just staring at her.

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes slightly, bowed his head and twisted his fingers.

She actually...not that she doesn't want to have children.

Just think about it, there is a white and tender little dumpling that looks like him.

Her heart suddenly became extremely soft, as if placed in a jar of honey, gurgling bubbles of sweetness and joy.

But the same, thinking about the death of a friend in the circle of the past life due to dystocia.

She was uncontrollable fear and fear.

She is not afraid of death, she has died once anyway.

Still that tragic way.

But she is always afraid of not protecting their baby.

I was afraid that after he died, he would have a stepmother like Liu Yuerong and a father who was bewitched by other women.

She was also afraid that she didn't have time to tell her that the world is beautiful but also how sinister, there will be scumbags like Song Ziming, and femme fates like Li Qingqing.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were a little confused.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself.

Obviously, intellectually, he always felt that he shouldn't want this child yet.

But in the deepest part of my heart, it seemed to suppress a particularly strong desire.

She wants.

She actually wanted it very much.

At the thought of strangling this little life, her heart felt like a pain of withdrawal.

She couldn't bear it, let alone bear it.

She lowered her eyes lightly, and when she thought of how happy he was just now, a shallow smile curled up on her lips, as if she had made some kind of decision.

"Mu Beiting." She suddenly said.

His big hand on her waist restrained her tightly, and said coldly: "No abortion, I don't agree!"