How Could Fu Huai'an Not Understand Cen Mo's Words
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Song Yao was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. She propped herself up with one hand, her clear and pitch-black gaze filled with perplexity. "You were even saying that Mom would be full of anticipation toward this child as well!"
Song Yao mentioned that she had ruined the diary belonging to Cen Mo's mother the other day. Back then, Cen Mo had stroked her stomach and said that his mother would be more concerned about the child in her stomach and wouldn't blame her for ruining her diary.
After keeping silent for a moment, Cen Mo nodded. He looked seriously toward Song Yao, then raised his hand to tuck her stray hair behind her ears, his unfathomable gaze filled with seriousness. "If you don't want to give birth, then I won't force you to. As long as you don't escape, anything works!"
Cen Mo really loved Song Yao a lot. Compared to having a child… what Cen Mo wanted the most was for Song Yao to stay by his side.