Yan Han stared at the doctor blankly without saying a word.

The doctor thought she was sad and comforted her, saying that one month would not cause much harm to her body and would have it again in the future. However, you must rest well now and stay in bed for at least a few days to avoid hard work.

You Yan immediately looked down at Yan Han, "Hanhan, it's okay, don't think about it, just pretend, don't think about it, don't, no, don't think about it."

Yan Han sat there for five minutes before he could barely recover.

She was pregnant, she was really pregnant, but she was gone.

She covered her eyes and lowered her eyes, asking You Yan to listen to what the doctor said. She felt that her mind was a little blank now and she couldn't listen.

Seeing that she was so worried, You Yan listened to the doctor without missing a word, because she didn't have to be hospitalized when she was very young. After checking whether there was a clean discharge, she could go back.

Yan Han sat in the passenger seat along the way, watching the traffic outside and the setting sun in Paris without saying a word.

You Yan didn't know what to say to her.

When he got home, Yan Han entered the bedroom and lay down on the bed, buried in the quilt.

I didn't fall asleep either, but I just covered myself with a quilt and remained motionless in the setting sun, and I stayed until dark.

You Yan went in and out, looking at the person who didn't say a word on the bed, and finally she was afraid that she would not eat at night, so she cooked millet porridge for good health and brought it in.

"What are you thinking about? Sisters, there is nothing to think about." You Yan squatted beside the bed, but she didn't know what to say, "Anyway, we didn't want to give birth to the bastard named Xi, right? Although it must be a little sad if it is gone, we just thought it hadn't been here for only one month. Is it OK?"

Yan Han didn't say anything, and buried his eyes in the pillow with his eyes open. He felt weak all over. He didn't know if he was hungry or because of a miscarriage.

You Yan: "Can you get up and eat something?"

Yan Han shook his head, slowed down, and whispered: "You go back, You Yan, I'll do it myself. You can eat the porridge, go back after you finish eating."

"I won't leave, I'll stay here here tonight."

Yan Han turned around gently and looked at the ceiling.

It was already dark, and the ceiling reflected the shadow of a chandelier, which was very beautiful.

She stared at her for a long time, remembering the night she spent in Xiquan's house. She couldn't sleep that night and kept looking at the lights.

Maybe it was the time I was pregnant at that time, and it was about the same time.

She really didn't think about getting pregnant, and even told him that she wouldn't give birth because he refused, so she wouldn't give birth to him now.

So now, it's gone... Actually, it's a good choice for her, right?

Otherwise, when she learns that she is pregnant and stays in her stomach, what should she do, stay or decide whether to abort, whether to tell him or secretly.

Yan Han stared at the shadow of the chandelier for a long time and seemed to feel relieved, so she really didn't have to make things difficult for her to make decisions.

But... it's gone. Sometimes I know it's gone. For some reason, I'm still confused and dazed, as if something has fallen in my heart and disappeared.

Yan Han blinked, turned over and buried himself in the quilt again. He suddenly became wet on the pillow that had been clean all day long.

When she liked him before, she really felt that she could have it. She was very willing to raise a child with him, but later she didn't want to think about him too much. Indeed, Yan Yunming woke her up. People in his position could not be moved. He had seen anything and was not moved by anything.

It is impossible to tell him, it is impossible to tell him, Xi Quan, I like you.

Saying such words to him is a joke, and you may even receive a divorce agreement directly. After all, these children from aristocratic families are the same as what You Yan said, most afraid of people's entanglement and most afraid of these ridiculous burdens.

Xi Quan was also sure that if he knew that she liked him, he might not get a divorce, but he would become less and less at home and avoid meeting and contacting her.

Ordinary people fail to confess their love; they can simply not marry him if they say nothing before marriage, but now they are married. Adults, especially children from big families like them, cannot do whatever they want, and do something that looks incredible to care for all interests.

In Yan Yunming's eyes, he even thought it was incredible that she liked him alone and was a fool.

So she gave up, gave up on him, and stopped halfway.

After she didn't want to continue to have ideas, she also remembered her revenge because of his words and did not want to have children.

But it’s obviously like this, and I don’t have that heart at all, why can’t people suffer?

Yan Han was buried in the pillow, and You Yan kept patting her quilt on the side without making any more noise.

It was not until half of the pillow was wet and couldn't sleep anymore that Yan Han moved and turned over and sat up.

She sniffed and smiled slightly, "You said I'm stupid? What's so sad about?"

You Yan looked at her and didn't say anything.

Yan Han: "It's really not suitable for giving birth now, and it's not suitable for giving birth to him, so what's the use?" She relieved and murmured, "It's only me who hurts when giving birth, and he won't hurt, so what's the use of giving birth."

Yan Han picked up the bowl of porridge and stirred it to dissipate the heat.

She has been in love with her father since she was a child, and her mother looks very elegant, so if her father has something to do, she will go back to her hometown to live. In fact, to put it bluntly, she just doesn't love her.

Yan Yunming's biological mother divorced her father and settled in the United States. Her mother married into the Yan family a few years later. She didn't like children because her father already had a son, so she didn't plan to have children.

She was also unexpectedly pregnant, so since she was pregnant, she never loved her, didn't want it, and never gave love.

Only her father was very happy because of the youngest daughter in the family and held her since she was a child.

Although there is someone who loves her and she has never lacked love since she was a child, the other person has not given her and can't replace her with anything, and she will be different from others in her life.

Yan Han took a sip of porridge and sniffed his nose. Even Yan Yunming, who was seven years older than her, occasionally took her to meet and have dinner. She envied his mother for taking care of him. She was very gentle and attentive. At that time, she would think, it would be great if they were born to the same mother.

If she doesn't love you, you will be different from others.

Yan Han smiled and looked at the person in front of him, "This kind of marriage is not forced to do so until the elders urge him to do so. It's just right, well, it's missing a lot of troubles for me."

After drinking the porridge, Yan Han went to wash up and drove You Yan away. She didn't need to take care of her. You Yan always worked at night. Now she would be very nervous after staying to take care of her.

After the person left, she lay alone in the large bedroom again, changed into a pillow, took off the wet one, and buried her head in bed.

Of course, I still can't sleep until dawn.

When the sky was bright and I couldn't hold on and fell asleep, and when I woke up one or two of them, my pillow became wet again.

Yan Han turned over and exhaled softly, why are you crying? There is nothing to cry about.

She took a while and couldn't hold on to fall asleep again.

I woke up and slept until dark all day long.

You Yan came to take care of her again after work. Although the doctor said that a month had little effect on her body, it was obviously the most affecting her mood.

So You Yan was still serving him carefully.

Yan Han rested at home for three days, and his body and spirit were barely recovering, so he went to work.

Paris Fashion Week has begun, but it has not yet been her turn. At this time, there are so many things to do. Yan Han is in the studio and a group of models every day, and he only returns home late at night every day.

On the night of the 26th, I received a WeChat message from Xi Quan, saying that he was flying during the day.

After watching it, she leaned against the glass and looked at the endless night scene of Paris, without replying.

He didn't let her dove go, but... she put her palm on her abdomen, why did she come quietly and leave quietly?

She nipped her lips and sucked her nose. In the blink of an eye, water droplets as big as beans rolled down.

After a while, she became dizzy, raised her head and blinked the wetness in her sockets, and turned back to the room.

Sorry, we have no fate, you and your mother have no fate, and neither have no fate with him, we have no fate.

The next day, because he shed too many tears on the night before, Yan Han couldn't feel dizzy, so he was confused all day and didn't leave for the company.

You Yan took over the last work before the show, and then she couldn't come to see her.

Yan Han didn't plan to eat dinner, and he didn't get up to cook, and lay in the warm sunset of Paris to sleep.

Xi Quan's plane landed at four or five o'clock, and it happened to be dinner time in the city. He knew that his wife must be so busy that she was not stuck in the ground recently, so he just sent a message asking her if she wanted to eat together in the evening, so she didn't need to be busy.

But after sending her, he went upstairs and opened the door.

Looking at the quiet room, I thought there must be no one, but who knew that I would push open the bedroom door and lay on the bed.

Xi Quan was stunned: Didn’t go to work?

Yan Han slept very deeply, and didn't know that someone came in, and she forgot about his plane today.

Xi Quan stood beside the bed and stared for a while, not understanding why she didn't go to the company at this time, but she couldn't ask when she was asleep, so he turned around and prepared to go out.

But after walking two steps, he went back, bent his knees bent his hands to explore her forehead, but fortunately, he didn't have a fever.

It doesn't seem uncomfortable.

He got up and went out quietly, closing the door.

She must have had dinner together at home, but now she can't go out to eat when she sleeps. Maybe she's really uncomfortable.

Xi Quan took his coat and put it on him, went out again, and looked for the nearby supermarket with his cell phone while walking.

After finding it, he went downstairs and drove over. However, when he entered the supermarket and thought about what to buy, his thoughts suddenly drifted away. He remembered that when Yan Han returned to China and was having dinner in the old house, she seemed to have never touched the few dishes they cooked when they ate together.

She ordered when he came, but when she ate at home, she didn't eat it.

Xi Quan thought about it and found that those dishes seemed to be what he liked to eat.

He stood in the vegetable area for a while, came to his senses and thought about what she ate in the old house that day.

But that day I only knew that she didn't eat a few, but I didn't notice that she had eaten anything else.

Xi Quan let out a light breath, took out his cell phone and wanted to call and ask, but when he was about to fall asleep, he thought that she was sleeping and put it away again.

Finally, I tried to remember a few or two of the dishes she had picked that day, and he bought some more, but it was pretty good. I guess she wouldn't hate it even if she didn't like it, so I went back.
To be continued...