Mr.President, don't be too bad

When Si Mo came home, he saw Xia Yi sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Seeing him back, Xia Yiwan immediately raised a smile: "are you back?"

"What's so happy?" Sima went over and stroked her hair and sat down beside her.

Xia Yiwan smiled but didn't speak. He just took the B-ultrasound sheet from the side and stuffed it into his hand. Then he took the remote control and changed the channel.

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

"Yes, the baby is OK, so you don't have to worry now." Xia Yi said with a smile.

Si Mo's heart suddenly lifted up.

He always knew that the child was OK. All he worried about was her health.

Xia Yiwan thought Si Mo would be as happy as himself, but he frowned.

"What's the matter?" Xia Yiwan stared at Si Mo and asked, "the child is all right. Aren't you happy?"

Si Mo looked at her inquiring look, pursed his lips and slowly opened his mouth: "even if the child is OK, I don't want it, so you'd better kill it."

As Si Mo spoke, he turned his eyes away.

He dared not look at Xia Yiwan's expression at the moment.

"What are you talking about?" Xia Yiwan looked at the man in front of her in shock.

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

"I made it clear that even if the child is OK, I don't want it, so you'd better kill it." Simao repeated it quickly.

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

"Why?" She asked in a trembling voice, as if she had been severely hit by a sledgehammer, and the pain was convulsive.

This is her and his first child. She has been pregnant with fear for five months. Now it proves that the child is okay, but he wants her to kill him?

Si Mo knew she would ask, so he quickly said, "what you see is only the body. What if the brain is ill? I don't want a child with intellectual problems. "

He knew that she would hate him and blame him.

But he would rather she hated him and resented him than lose her life for her children.

"Si Mo, you..." Xia Yi spoke late, but choked and couldn't speak.

Si Mo listened to her choking voice and couldn't breathe with heartache, but he still insisted: "I'll ask my aunt to make an appointment for tomorrow's operation, and we'll go there at that time."

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

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

"Don't be capricious late!" Sima knocked on the door.

The bedroom was quiet without any sound.

Si Mo sighed and turned to the study.

In the bedroom, Xia Yiwan leaned against the head of the bed and looked ahead. Tears kept falling.

Si Mo's words deeply hurt her heart.

She couldn't accept SMER talking about her children in that tone.

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

Xia Yi felt more and more sad. She immediately took her mobile phone and two clothes, opened the door and went out.

Si Mo sat on the chair in the study. Before he finished smoking a cigarette, he heard a noise from the bedroom door.

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

When he saw that Xia Yiwan was ready to go downstairs with his clothes, Si Mo was in a hurry.

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