Your Excellency, I love you!

Just like in the last life - she sent him countless text messages saying that she was pregnant, but he didn't even reply a single word.

So is it the same in this life? She was 7 weeks pregnant, which happened to be the time period when she and Ah Chu were designed to be in bed, and the difference was only a few days.

She had no way to prove to him that the child was actually his.

Destiny is a coincidence, without Luo Hongying and Yan Tianyan, no matter how hard she tries to resolve it... she can't avoid it.

Whether it is time to come or not.

She has already brutally lost a child, this one... Will she lose it too?

The smile on the corner of Luo Qiangwei's mouth froze little by little, she suddenly lowered her head, stuffed the rest of the cake into her mouth, and said with a vague smile while eating, "This cake is very sweet, I think the baby may be a girl , otherwise why would I want to eat sweets so much..."

She chattered a lot, but Mo Shiche never spoke, but just stared at her with deep eyes, his body seemed to be frozen there, and he didn't even move his fingers.

Luo Qiangwei suddenly stood up.

Empty cake boxes were knocked over on the ground.

She stood there, facing him who was sitting, but didn't look at him, she just looked straight ahead, "Mo Shiche."

He didn't answer.

"Otherwise," she paused in the middle of speaking, and smiled with downcast eyes, "I'll go and kill the baby..."

The man who was sitting suddenly raised his head, and the next second, he also stood up.

He looked down at her, his handsome face was against the moonlight, tense and painful, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his words were extremely hoarse, "Abortion is not good for your health."

She smiled softly, "If it's good for your health...will you let me beat you?"

"If it's not good, it's not good. Don't hit her." He bent down and embraced her with his arms, his movements were very light, as if he was afraid of hurting her and the child, "Give birth... Luo Qiangwei, give birth to the child."

She couldn't even feel the strength of his embrace, she leaned her head on his shoulder in vain, "After I was born, will you always be with me?"

Before he could answer, she smiled again, "Mo Daidai, I'm actually very fragile. I might suffer from postpartum depression. I need my husband to be by my side all the time... And in the future, the baby will go to kindergarten. Going to elementary school, junior high school... There will be many, many things, there will be bitterness, sweetness, and anger... Five years, ten years or 20 years, will you be with us?"

Mo Shiche didn't answer, he tightened his arms around her little by little, but soon let go, brushing away the long hair on her cheeks, "Are you hungry after eating the cake, I'll make you dinner, um ?”

She tilted her head and thought for a while, "I want to eat egg noodles with tomatoes, one boiled egg and one fried egg, with some ham and green onion."

"Okay," he kissed her cheek, "Sit and watch TV, I'll cook it soon."

Mo Shiche squatted down to clean up the cake boxes on the floor, and immediately went to the kitchen to cook noodles. When she was about to finish eating, he made another cup of warm milk for her.

He never answered her question again, and she didn't ask again, as if she had never asked.

After the meal, Mo Shiche took her for a walk in the garden, waited until she yawned, and carried her back to the room.

The night was getting darker.

The woman on the bed was asleep on her side.

The man who hadn't fallen asleep sat up and his eyes fell on the woman's abdomen.

It was still smooth and flat, and it was unimaginable that a small life was conceived there.

He stretched out his hand slowly and carefully, and landed on her abdomen, feeling the warm skin in his palm, thinking that there was a little baby belonging to them inside, his heart seemed to jump out of his throat for a moment——