Fu Tingyuan pressed the cigarette out in the ashtray placed on the balcony, half a jar of ash had accumulated on it, he turned around and took the coffee from the servant's hand, and said lightly: "You go out." ”

The servant looked at him with an indifferent expression, and really couldn't understand why he couldn't be happy.

Fu Tingyuan didn't care about the complicated look on the side of the servant, he walked over and put the coffee on the counter, and took out the pregnancy test report that he had read many times, and put it under the light to look at it carefully.

Almost every word, he can already recite it backwards.

Luo Nanchu has been missing for three months, and she is now three months pregnant.

This child can only be his.

After three years, Luo Nanchu was pregnant again.

He stared at the pregnancy test report for a moment, then took a low breath and closed his eyes.

Heaven didn't intend to let him go so easily, it probably wanted to see how he struggled in embarrassment, which is why it would make such a big joke on him.

It gives him a huge surprise and then gives him another terrible nightmare at the same time.

He knew that Luo Nanchu wanted a child, she liked children so much, how could she not want to have a child of her own.

And for him, as long as he can be with her, it doesn't matter if he has no children for the rest of his life.

With him, it was Luo Nanchu who compromised with him.

But what now.

She didn't remember him.

She didn't know what terrible consequences the child in her womb would have for her.

When two people are together, they have already violated human morality, and they can't have children.

But she didn't know now, she didn't know that the child she was so jealous of now wanted to protect, she couldn't want it at all.

How was he going to tell her?

He couldn't hurt her again.

It was impossible for him to use the same method to hurt Luo Nanchu again.

Fu Tingyuan sat alone on the sofa, he finished drinking coffee alone, and the spring rain fell outside the window, bringing him a trace of invisible loneliness.

He subconsciously took out the bottle of painkiller from the cabinet next to the sofa.

Just as he was about to open it, he realized in a trance that he didn't need painkillers anymore.

Splitting headaches.

He staggered up from the sofa, pushed open the door and walked out, unconsciously walking towards Luo Nanchu's bedroom.

He gently opened the door.

The lights were off, and a small bag was jutting out under the light blue duvet cover.

The man who made his heart ache so much that he could only rely on painkillers to relieve the pain lay in the quilt and slept soundly.

He stood silently at the head of her bed, looking down at her face.

She had cut her long hair short, she had shaved a lot of weight, and her face was very beautiful.

Fu Tingyuan stood in the dark and watched silently for a long time, until the bustling madness and pain in his heart gradually subsided, and then he slowly bent down and carefully kissed her beautiful little face.

Luo Nanchu.

I miss you.

It's true.

I've always missed you.

Twenty-four hours, every minute and every second, I have not forgotten your name.

He slowly fell to his knees, as if he could not restrain the pain of the collapse, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He missed her so much, so happy to see her, but what to do, she didn't remember him anymore.

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