Sir, don't be too bad

When Simo returned home, he saw Xia Yiwan sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Seeing him come back, Xia Yiwan immediately smiled: "Are you back?"

"What's so happy about it?" Si Mo walked over and stroked her hair, and sat down beside her.

Xia Yiwan smiled and said nothing, just took the B-ultrasound sheet from the side and stuffed it into his hand, and then took the remote control to change the channel.

Si Mo looked at the B-ultrasound sheet in his hand and was startled: "Did you go to the hospital?"

"Yes, the baby is fine, so you don't have to worry about it now." Xia Yiwan said with a smile.

When Simo heard this, his heart suddenly rose.

He always knew that the baby was fine, all he was worried about was her body.

Xia Yiwan thought Simo would be as happy as herself, but unexpectedly he frowned.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yiwan stared at Si Mo and asked, "The child is fine, are you unhappy?"

Simo looked at her inquiring expression, pursed his lips, and slowly opened his mouth: "Even if this child is fine, I don't want it, so you'd better go get rid of it."

When Simo spoke, he turned his eyes away.

He didn't dare to look at Xia Yiwan's expression at the moment.

"What did you say?" Xia Yiwan looked at the man in front of him in shock.

He just said that the child is fine, and he doesn't want it?

"I've made it very clear that even if the child is fine, I don't want it, so you'd better get rid of it." Simo repeated quickly.

"Bang!" The remote control in Xia Yiwan's hand fell to the ground.

"Why?" She asked in a trembling voice, as if her heart had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and she twitched in pain.

This is her and his first child. She was five months pregnant with fear, and now it has been proved that the child is fine, but he insists on her aborting it?

Si Mo knew that she would ask this question, so he said quickly: "What you see is only the body, what if the brain is sick? I don't want a child with mental retardation."

He knew she would hate him and blame him for saying that.

But he would rather she hate him and blame him than lose her life for the child.

"Si Mo, you..." Xia Yiwan opened her mouth, but was choked up and unable to speak.

Hearing her choking voice, Simo couldn't breathe because of the heartache, but he still insisted: "I will let my aunt make an appointment for tomorrow's operation, and we will go there when the time comes."

"I won't kill the child!" Xia Yiwan shouted and rushed upstairs.

Si Mo punched the sofa angrily, and immediately followed, but Xia Yiwan had already locked the bedroom door.

"Wan Wan, don't be self-willed!" Si Mo knocked on the door.

The bedroom was quiet, without any sound.

Si Mo sighed, turned and went to the study.

In the bedroom, Xia Yiwan was leaning against the head of the bed, looking ahead, tears kept falling down.

What Simo said deeply hurt her heart.

She couldn't accept Simo talking about her child in that tone.

Not to mention that the child is fine now, even if the child really has a problem, as a father, how can he say it in such a tone?

The more Xia Yiwan thought about it, the more sad she became, she immediately took her cell phone and two pieces of clothes, opened the door and walked out.

Si Mo was sitting on a chair in the study, and before he finished his cigarette, he heard the bedroom door knock.

He immediately put out his cigarette and opened the door of the study.

When he saw Xia Yiwan carrying his clothes and preparing to go downstairs, Simo became anxious.

"What are you doing?" Si Mo strode over and grabbed her hand.