This time, after listening to his long list of words, her body trembled slightly, the corners of her lips tightened, and she didn't say anything more.

I don't know if she was hurt by his words that exposed the shortness and stabbed her soft belly and self-esteem, her eyes were a little gloomy, wooden, and lifeless.

Her silence made Lu Bancheng not speak again.

In the bedroom, there was silence.

Lu Bancheng stared at Xu Nuan condescendingly, stared at her for a long time, a long time, so long that there was an indescribable panic in her heart, and Lu Bancheng opened his mouth again with a cold face: "Don't you want to have too much to do with me?" Exactly ......"

What happened that night was that he was wrong, so later, no matter how cold and disgusted she was with him, he endured.

But he really can't accept and tolerate the fact that she took the child.

Maybe he shouldn't have approached her in the first place.

Lu Bancheng forced himself not to be confused by the pain and softness in the depths of his heart, stabilized his tone, and continued to speak: "...... I don't want to have too much to do with you now, I forced you, you killed my child, and from now on, we don't owe each other much! ”

Yes, the two don't owe each other anymore.

His guilt for her, his love for her, and his love for her were cruelly cut off by her the moment she killed his child with a knife in her hand.

"Don't worry, on the day of the first wedding anniversary, I will definitely let you go, and before that, you don't have to worry that I will still bother you and pester you like before, because ......"

Lu Bancheng paused, and the words in his mouth flowed out clearly and coldly: "...... From now on, you are no longer who I am, and I no longer have a half-dime relationship! ”

After Lu Bancheng finished speaking, he didn't wait for Xu Nuan to react, he stood up straight, turned around and left the room.

Outside the door of the second bedroom, there was a series of rustling sounds, and then the door of the living room was opened, and it was thrown shut, and the huge apartment suddenly became empty.

Xu Nuan maintained the posture before Lu Bancheng left, stared out of the window with unfocused eyes on the bed, and sat for a long time before slowly moving his eyes and slowly coming back to his senses.

She pulled the quilt over herself, then curled up and closed her eyes.

The doctor told her that she must recuperate after returning home, but she couldn't sleep, and her mind was full of pictures of being on the operating table in the afternoon.

When she lay on the operating table, her tears flowed down like a river that had broken its banks.

She could clearly feel that the child in her body, who was connected to her blood, was disappearing from her world little by little.

She was obviously anesthetized, but she was still shaking in pain.

She doesn't just give birth to Wu Hao, she and Lu Bancheng have come to this point, and they have nothing to do with Wu Hao, even if she has never had Wu Hao's existence in her life, she will not leave this child.

Even though more than a month has passed since that incident, she still wakes up from time to time when she dreams about it in the middle of the night, always feeling that she is being bullied.

And the arrival of this child reminded her how desperate and helpless she was that night, watching Lu Bancheng take away her innocence.

She hated Lu Bancheng, and she was afraid that she would bring this hatred to her children.