Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Han Shao can't believe that he looks at Song Xiaotang, a woman who has never resisted her. How dare she talk to herself like this.

"Song Xiaotang, have I connived at you too much recently? That's why you are lawless." He had a gloomy face. "I'll tell you. This child is mine, and I have the right to decide his life and death. "

"Now, I don't agree with you to kill him!"

The blood color on Song Xiaotang's face disappeared, and his face was pale, which was about to merge with the bed under him.

She shook her head gently and said gently, "do you want me to give birth? so what? Be a dirty bastard forever? "

Han Shaoli took a look at her. The emotion in her eyes was inexplicable. It was like an ancient well with everything hidden in it. He couldn't see the depth. "This is not something you should consider. You just need to give birth to the child well."

Bid farewell to Tang Xin and Ni LAN, song Xiaotang looks like a person with nothing to do, obediently follow Han Shaoli to leave.

Li Jun was still joking: "I'll say that when my brother comes, the child will surely be saved. Let them handle their own affairs."

Tang Xin is helpless. Indeed, as he said, they can't intervene in this matter. After all, it's their own business.

Along the way, song Xiaotang looked out of the window, no longer as before, looking at the way he was driving, Balabala kept talking.

Han Shaoli frowned and looked at her, "why, what are you sad about? Do you want to kill this child?"

"Han Shaoli." She suddenly turned her head and looked at him very seriously: "will you love this child? Are you really looking forward to his birth? He... "

With that, song Xiaotang couldn't speak any more. She felt that what she said was nonsense. Didn't she know it all the time? Han Shaoli had a white moon. She was just lucky to stay with him for a long time like that person. What was she looking forward to.

Thinking of this, song Xiaotang sighed and looked out of the window again. Looking at the reflection of the trees and houses outside, it seemed that everything had not changed and everything had changed.

Hearing her question, Han Shaoli slightly clenched his hand holding the steering wheel. Then he sneered: "love? Song Xiaotang, are you kidding? "

Then why do you want me to keep the baby? Song Xiaotang yelled this question in her heart, but she didn't speak. She leaned against the back of the chair and closed her eyes gently.

One day today, she was too tired and her tears ran dry. Now the only thing to be thankful for is that the child is still alive.

Subconsciously, she reached out and stroked her lower abdomen. It was still very flat here, and she could not see that there was a life sprouting quietly here.

At night, the city becomes brighter, and song Xiaotang's side face is especially warm under this light.

Han Shaoli's eyes touched her hand stroking her stomach. Somehow, the softest place in her heart seemed to be hit by something.

Before he could understand this emotion, song Xiaotang's mobile phone rang.

It's Tang Xin.

"Hello, sister tangxin?"

"Xiaotang, are you ok? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Don't worry. Maybe I won't be able to accept the play soon."