The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chi Xia thought a lot, how can he and Luo Yibei be unknown after four years, in this case, what qualifications are there to talk about children?

Her child, she does not want to embark on her path.

She hopes that the child has a warm home. She grew up with her father and mother. Father and mother love are indispensable. This is her expectation.

Obviously, she can't give it to her now.

Looking at the ceiling with disappointment, she lost sleep for a night, and the next day she had a decision.

Fang Chi Xia got up very early the next day, probably woke up An An when he was washing in the bathroom.

An An looked at the time on the phone with his confused eyes, not yet until seven.

"Get up so early!" She turned over and she greeted Fang Chixia.

Fang Chixia walked out of the bathroom and "hmm" sounded.

"How is the eye bag so big, didn't sleep well last night?" An An stared at her and looked again.

Fang Chi Xia actually didn't sleep at night, but didn't tell her so much.

"I didn't go to the class this morning, help me to take a vacation." She found out her clothes and changed her clothes. She spoke casually with An An on the bed.

"Would you like to go to Rongxi?" An An asked casually.

Fang Chi Xia stunned and nodded lightly, "Yeah."

“Does the work need to get up so early?” Anan muttered to himself, and got up with a fluffy hair.

Fang Chi Xia actually didn't sleep so early, but did not explain.

"Right, I may not live here for a few days." Looking over Anan, she said.

"Okay." An An has become accustomed to her often not living in school. For her words, she does not think that her words are strange.

"I will go out first!" Fang Chixia and her accounted for a sentence, turned and left.

Out of school, she did not take the car, but walked to some direction in the city.

Her pace is very slow and heavy.

When walking, the hand falls on your stomach from time to time.

The air in the morning was very fresh, and the air was a bit cold, but the sun was exceptionally beautiful.

Occasionally one or two pairs of mother and daughter, mother and child holding hands by her side, the smile on the child's face, brilliant like a blooming sun flower, very beautiful, very sweet, very warm.

Fang Chixia's gaze was fixed on the smiling face of the child, staring at it for a while, and his eyes moved hard.

Speeding up, she went directly to the hospital.

She did not choose a nearby hospital, but rather a quieter one, relying on the suburbs, and would not encounter the kind of acquaintance.

It’s already more than nine o'clock when I arrive.

Hanging the branch, not even waiting, she was directly pushed to the operating table.

Fang Chixia's head is completely chaotic. After entering the operating room, the suppressed atmosphere is like a dense net, sweeping in all directions, so dull that people can't breathe.

"How big is this, young people, don't know the point." The doctor of the main knife whispered aside.

The ear of Fang Chi Xia seems to have lost Cong for a moment, and nothing can be heard. Only the child in the stomach is in his head.

When I was preparing for the operation, Fang Chixia’s heart was like a knife, and suddenly it was sore, so she couldn’t breathe.

She seems to feel the weakness and helplessness of the child in her stomach.

The child of a month did not form anything at all, but she felt that she felt it.