She probably knew Fu Tingyuan's fear better than anyone else.

She knew that Fu Tingyuan loved her.

She loved him too.

In her life, she has done many things for him that seem unreasonable to ordinary people.

This child is the only thing she wants to be willful and want once, but she also knows that she is sorry for him.

Exchanging her life for this child who may be mutilated is what a terrible choice for Fu Tingyuan - she chose to leave him alone in this world and gamble on the outcome that might fail...... He resented her for it, and she had nothing to say.

Although the current result is that she won the bet, Fu Tingyuan's resentment is hard to dissipate, and she is really not qualified to defend herself in this matter.

Hua Rong stood stunned for a moment, then sighed softly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Luo Nanchu's hair, and asked softly, "Then it's okay now, right?" ”

"There has been no sign of growth of the tumor in the past few months, and surgery can be done to completely remove it in the future." Luo Nanchu rubbed her eyes, smiled a little helplessly, she lowered her head and looked at her hands, "Rongrong, do you also think I'm willful?" “

Hua Rong looked at her, and then said in a low voice, "From Ting Yuan's point of view...... You didn't talk to him about doing these things, and if you made this choice knowing that his life was in danger, he was justified in getting angry. But if it's me...... I don't know what choice I will make. ”

She was telling the truth.

Of course, one's own life is important, but there are some things that cannot be measured with reason. She has also given birth, and she doesn't know what choices she will make if she is in a situation like Luo Nanchu.

Luo Nanchu lowered his head, his eyes were red, Hua Rong sighed lightly, and said softly: "Okay, you are still in confinement, don't think nonsense." Ting Yuan is angry for a while, and he will be angry in the future. He likes his daughter very much, and the milk powder has been adjusted as professionally as Feng Jin. ”

In the past few days, Fu Tingyuan, under the training of Yan Qingfeng and Feng Jin's two fathers, has become more and more professional in parenting skills, and he is just angry with Luo Nanchu, and he has not been angry with his daughter.

Feng Jin walked over and handed Xiao Xiangxiang, who had fallen asleep in his arms, to Luo Nanchu.

Luo Nanchu hugged the little child, sighed silently, and then nodded: "Hmm." I'll think about getting some sleep, Rong Rong and you Mr. Feng are busy. ”

Hua Rong saw that the corners of her eyes were red, and I was afraid that she was not feeling good now, so she nodded and pulled Feng Jin out.

Luo Nanchu gently hugged the little thought in her arms, looking at her little pink face, she cherished her head and kissed it, and closed her eyes.

She may be really selfish, so selfish that Fu Tingyuan can't forgive her. But if she really wanted her to say, she didn't regret taking such a gamble.

Luo Nanchu sighed silently in his heart, put his face on his daughter's small face, and muttered softly: "Baby, what if your father refuses to forgive ...... mother?"

In the past six months, Fu Tingyuan has not come to see her once, that is, after giving birth, he came to take care of her. She thought he was a little deflated, but it looked like it would be a long time before he deflated......

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Hua Rong and Feng Jin walked on the street outside the hospital gate.

"You go back first." She said to Feng Jin, "I'll go to Tingyuan's house." ”