After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

What else can I do? There are only two options, either to destroy it or to keep it.

Of course Fu Juntong wanted to keep this child, and have a child with the person he likes. No one should be able to refuse this.

But he also knew that for Han Qi, giving birth to this child was not a wise choice.

Leaving aside whether he can accept being pregnant, judging by his age, it is not appropriate to conceive and have children.

Too small, only, he himself is just a child.

Fu Juntong slowly put down his hand, fearing that Han Qi would be tired from standing all this time, so he helped him to sit on the chair beside him.

Han Qi also let him support him, showing no resistance in his actions, he was waiting for an answer.

Fu Juntong squatted in front of Han Qi. He didn't look up at Han Qi, but stared straight at Han Qi's stomach.

It took a long time before Han Qi heard Fu Juntong speak. He uttered the words very slowly but clearly.

"You sit here for a while, I'll go to Dr. Sun and ask." Having said that, Fu Juntong paused for a moment, and then spoke more awkwardly: "Fortunately, the month is still young, and the harm to you is also small."

Fu Juntong's voice became smaller and smaller, to the point where it was almost inaudible, but at such a close distance, how could Han Qi not hear it.

He only felt that his heart, which had just been relieved from the panic, instantly cooled down.

Good guy, I'm irresponsible when I'm pregnant, I just want to get rid of it, what kind of scumbag is this!

Can't tell, wow, this person usually looks thick and big-eyed, but what he walks is really an ancient scumbag.

Can this be tolerated?

Seeing that Fu Juntong had finished speaking, Han Qi immediately stood up and wanted to leave. As soon as he got angry, he grabbed his cuff.

"Is that why you don't want this child?" As soon as he said the words, Han Qi regretted it.

This line became more and more wrong, it sounded like he was trying to persuade him to stay, coupled with Fu Juntong's expressionless face, the lethality was almost doubled.

Han Qi's face turned green. Unexpectedly, Fu Juntong looked at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he was actually not a good person.

Seeing Fu Juntong standing still, Han Qi let go of his hand, and waved to Fu Juntong in disgust: "Then you go, why are you still standing here, are you a door god!"

It is rare for him to be so unable to control his temper, but for some reason, when he looks at Fu Juntong now, there always seems to be a lingering anger in his heart.

He knew that he was wrong, but he couldn't figure out where the anger came from, so he could only heave his chest a few times in vain.

Han Qi's words could be said to be very rude, but Fu Juntong was not angry at all.

He just stood in front of Han Qi again in a daze, bent down, and looked at Han Qi's level: "What I'm thinking about is whether you want it or not?"

Fu Juntong's expression and words extinguished Han Qi's anger at once.

Han Qi moved his hand that had been on his lower abdomen, and directly stroked the still flat stomach.

Damn, it turned out to be a misunderstanding, he just said, Fu Juntong doesn't look like a scumbag.

Han Qi lowered his head and unconsciously increased his strength with his fingertips stroking his stomach.

He had been annoyed at Fu Juntong's hasty decision to abort the child before, but when the decision was transferred to himself, he was still at a loss.

Thinking of his belly getting bigger and bigger in the future, giving up his studies temporarily, and even enduring other people's strange eyes, Han Qi felt like a Spartan.

After all, it is impossible to stay out of the house all the time during pregnancy, and this stomach can't stop it. I can't just say that I am sick when I meet people. This is too unreasonable.

"I don't know." Han Qi had a hard time making a choice.

Pregnancy was completely beyond Han Qi's vision of his own life, and caught him off guard.

The air seemed to be stagnant, no one spoke, no one passed by, and it was as quiet as a needle drop.

In the end, Han Qi was the first to break the silence: "Let me think about it by myself first."

After Han Qi finished speaking, he stood up, bypassed Fu Juntong, and planned to leave. The current atmosphere was too suffocating, so let him take his time.

The kick was so violent that Han Qi felt a little dizzy, and his steps seemed a little staggering.

The distance was a bit far, and Fu Juntong had no time to react. Fortunately, Han Qi quickly supported the table next to him so that he would not fall down.

"Sorry." Fu Juntong withdrew his half-stretched hand and said sincerely to Han Qi.

"No, I got up too fast and didn't stand still." Seeing that Fu Juntong wanted to pass and help him, Han Qi waved his hand quickly.

"Please give me a few days, let me think it through, and then I'll contact you." Han Qi pursed his lips. He wanted to say a few words to ease the atmosphere, but he still didn't know what to say.

Not only that, but the tone was involuntarily alienated and polite because of the entangled heart.

This made Fu Juntong, who was about to send him home, afraid to speak, for fear that what he said would make too many mistakes.

Fu Juntong just stood at the door, watched Han Qi leave, then walked to the side of the table, looked at the report in silence for a long time before leaving.

When he left, he carefully folded the two report cards that Han Qi didn't take away, and put them in his breast pocket.

The author has something to say:

No, no, no, no one will be stuck on the road all day during the National Day (tortured to speak nonsense)