There is still some genetic disease.

"you……"

Chen Shiyu had just spit out a word, and Xu Yinghua hurriedly blocked it with his hands, "Wait, don't move for now, let me guess what disease you have."

"?"

"It shouldn't be cancer."

“…”

"leukemia?"

"no."

"Mental illness?"

"It's an oral department."

"Fuck, I knew you had something wrong with your menstruation. Now I finally admit it, a big liar."

“…”

Although it is said to be a ergonomic department, it is better than a terminal illness. Xu Yinghua breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the paper and found that it was not what he thought.

"This is..." After reading the first line of words, she looked up, "You, what are you doing?"

"Aren't you not having a baby?" Chen Shiyu Yun said calmly, "If I finish this operation, you can rest assured."

Xu Yinghua held the piece of paper, and her palm was a little hot inexplicably.

She blurted out just because she was afraid, but she didn't expect that he would always remember it.

Of course, she was not ready to have a child.

The piece of paper in front of him was ten thousand times better than all the wedding gifts he gave him.

Xu Yinghua pursed her lips, and she couldn't even say a word just by looking at him.

Chen Shiyu asked: "What's wrong?"

"Will this surgery have adverse effects?"

"No."

"That's good, I'm still worried..."

"Are you worried about me?"

"No, I'm worried if you can't do it anymore, then I don't want you."

"Since we are so worried, let's try now. You have the final say whether it can be done or not."

“…”

In the study, the man and the woman are alone, and the love is deep, and the time is right.

The invitation that Xu Yinghua had written halfway was put down, and he held it up and placed it on the bay window. In the distance were the lights of thousands of homes filled with darkness.
Chapter completed!