Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

Song Zhiyun suddenly opened his eyes nervously and stared at Gong Chen for a moment.

The latter did not speak, but quietly took in all her reactions.

Calm and calm.

"Zhiyun, you seem very nervous."

Gong Chen looked at Song Zhiyun.

"I'm not nervous, it's just that you never mentioned what happened back then..."

Perhaps it was because what happened back then was too tragic, or perhaps because Gong Chen thought that incident had hurt her, but he had never mentioned it in front of her in all these years.

"I'm doing this for your own good..."

She reached out and placed her hand on his arm.

"Stop thinking about it, okay?"

Song Zhiyun suppressed his uneasiness and was very well-behaved. Everything he said was from his point of view, as if he had no selfish intentions.

"not to mention……"

She stretched out her hand to tuck the hair behind her ears.

"The old housekeeper didn't say anything except asking me to take good care of you..."

"I just didn't expect that he would..."

After Song Zhiyun finished speaking, he forced himself to remain calm and smiled at Gong Chen.

Quietly.

Gong Chen's hands on the steering wheel gradually tightened, but his face remained expressionless.

The silence amplified Song Zhiyun's inner uneasiness.

A long while.

Gong Chen silently started the vehicle.

The black and luxurious luxury car's streamlined model gradually disappeared into the rainy night...

………………

Song Garden.

Except for the servants on duty, everyone else has gone to bed.

Song Chenxi had just finished taking a shower.

There was still some redness left on her unpainted makeup, but she looked healthier than usual.

She sat quietly by the window.

Looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows that were constantly washed by the rain, Song Chenxi was holding something in his hand in the reflection.

——Miss Song, your current physical condition is not suitable for pregnancy at all!

——You are simply making fun of your own body!

——Ms. Song, have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this?

——I will arrange the time so that Miss Song must not keep this child!

——……

- Let me think about it.

Song Chenxi's fingers gently crossed the test sheet, her eyes gentle.

It's just that it's alone, and it smells of desolation no matter how you look at it.

——When are you going to have surgery?

——Do you know that if Zhiyun doesn’t have surgery, she will die?

--right! If your death can help Zhiyun get better, Song Chenxi, I wish you could die immediately! I will definitely celebrate!

Song Chenxi slowly closed her eyes.

She knows better than anyone else that she cannot keep this child.

If there was any accident, it would be the most fatal blow to her body, and it was precisely because of this that she was in even more pain.

She can't even control her own destiny, how can she take charge of this child's life...

But Song Chenxi was unwilling to accept it.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already red.

Her trembling hand fell lightly on her abdomen. Even though she knew she couldn't feel anything yet, she was still feeling it with her heart...

Even if it's just the slightest resonance.

Song Chenxi has never been as eager to live as now.

Bend your knees and wrap your arms around them.

Song Chenxi rolled himself into a ball like a wounded animal.

She has known since she was a child that once she decides on something, no one can pull her back, just like falling in love with Gong Chen, just like...

Decided to keep this child!

Hanxing...

Han Xing told her about the Holy Hand, and she said she wanted him to cure her. Even if there was only a few tenths of a percent chance, she wanted to try!

She wants to live!

She wants to live with all her strength!

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