Miscarriage

It was said that women turned their faces faster than flipping books, but why was it that even Fu Yuchen turned his face faster than flipping books?

Last night, he was still conflicted over whether he should take it or not. From the looks of it, he was going to take it.

He went back home to face the wall, so what? He didn't want it again. This child was not a thing. Even if he was beaten up and regretted it, he would still want it back.

He felt like Fu Yuchen was playing house, Chu Ci really worried for him.

"I say, Fu Yuchen, this child is your own son, so why don't you give it up? If we beat it up, there would be no medicine for regret. " Chu Ci felt that it was necessary to have a good talk with him.

"Cut the crap, when can we finish it?" Fu Yuchen's tone was very bad.

Hearing his tone, there was no discussion at all. Chu Ci hesitated for a moment, "Not now, my body is too weak, but after a few days I can do it."