Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

"Ah... ah..." Song Yan got tired of playing with the yellow duck doll in his arms, turned his small hand, threw the doll to the end of the rocking chair, pointed to the row of toys on the cash register, his round eyes were full of eager.

"Want that?" Song Qing followed her gaze, stroking each toy with her finger, coaxing gently, "If you want it, call Dad first, Dad——"

Song Yan ignored Song Qing's temptation, she fell in love with the pink pig at the bottom, and stretched out her little hand excitedly, wanting to take it by herself, but her hands were short and her movements were inconvenient, she couldn't get it anyway, "Ah... ah..."

Song Qing grasped the pink pig precisely and dangled it in front of Song Yan's eyes, but she didn't give it to her anyway, so anxious that Song Yan waved her little hand, "No, I'll give it to you after I yell."

When a baby is seven or eight months old, he will unconsciously call out the names of people close to him, such as father and mother, but Song Yan is already ten months old, and he can't even call out father. Song Qing repeatedly taught him for a long time , It didn’t help at all. Later, Lian Yan asked if there might be something wrong with her ears. She was so frightened that Song Qing took her to the hospital for examination without further ado. It turned out that there was nothing abnormal about Song Yan. Talking ages are different, don't be too nervous, you can wait and see.

I don't blame Song Qing for being nervous, Song Yan is like a lighthouse on the dark sea, giving him a direction when he is floating.

What's more, Song Yan was born after he struggled frantically on the verge of death. One month after he arrived in Chunling, he suffered from nausea for several days. I made a mistake, after the examination in the hospital, I took the medicine for half a week, but it still didn't work.

In the end, Lian Yan really felt something was wrong, and asked Song Qing if she had sex with Shen Yuguan before she left Shuangcheng.

What did Lian Yan mean, Song Qing understood immediately after hearing it, and quickly denied it with a red face, no matter what the doctor said four years ago that he was difficult to conceive, and about the Song family, he was tortured so hard that he didn't have time to take medicine , cannot be so exact.

But the symptoms became more and more serious, and Song Qing, who was as firm as he was, wavered. He took advantage of his spare time to go to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test stick.

In the small bathroom, he stared at the dark and thin red lines on the display screen of the pregnancy test stick, his whole body looked like an eggplant beaten by frost.

He rubbed his eyes several times, afraid that he might have guessed it himself, but no matter whether he looked up or down, there were two bars. He was really...pregnant...

Song Qing still couldn't believe it, until the hospital's laboratory test sheet came out, and the word "early pregnancy" was clearly in his eyes, and the time coincided with that of the Song family, so he had to believe it if he didn't believe it.

Song Qing was not at all psychologically prepared for this child, he couldn't tell whether it was a gift from God or a big joke.

When he was at war between heaven and man, the doctor's voice sounded, "Mr. Song, I suggest you terminate the pregnancy."

When Song Qing heard it, she subconsciously protected her stomach, and looked to the doctor for confirmation in disbelief, to prove that he had heard wrong, "I didn't hear clearly..."

The doctor didn't show any impatience, and said in a more easy-to-understand vocabulary, "It's just a miscarriage."

"Why?" Song Qing panicked, "Is she not healthy?"

Song Qing made a decision almost at that moment, even if it was unhealthy, he was willing to give birth.

The doctor shook his head: "It's so small, I can't see anything."

"That…?"

The doctor sighed and said earnestly, "You are not suitable. The test report shows that you do not have glandular hormones, and your reproductive cavity will always be closed, which means that if you want to give birth to this child, you need to forcibly cut it open." There is a great risk of dystocia, so for your health, I suggest terminating the pregnancy."

A few short sentences undoubtedly dragged Song Qing into the dark swamp instantly like a bolt from the blue. He asked in a trembling voice, "What is the probability of a difficult delivery?"

"70%."

Seeing that Song Qing didn't respond, the doctor asked, "Do I need to order you an operation to terminate the pregnancy?"

Song Qing's stiff knuckles slowly caressed the flat abdomen, round and round, he seemed to be able to feel a faint heartbeat, transmitted from the skin to his fingers, he shook his head, the expression in his eyes Hesitation turned into firmness, "No, thank you."

He is willing to bet on the remaining 30%.

Eight months later, Song Qing, who lost half her life on the operating table, supported her weak body and came to the nursery. There were rows of incubators one after another. Song Qing saw the second row and the third row at first sight. The milk doll, her eyes were closed, her red cheeks were like a little monkey, lying timidly in it, it instantly warmed Song Qing's heart, and all the suffering disappeared with her every move. .

That was his child, at that moment he was extremely glad that he had made the bet, and thanked God for letting him win the bet.

[The author has something to say]: Starting from the next chapter, it will not be so short!My busy period is finally coming to an end!Strive to be thick and long first!Then update daily!

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