Pregnancy did not cause any torture, such as morning sickness. She was very relaxed and could eat and sleep, which made her no different from a normal person.

The news of her pregnancy, that is, the school doctor and Juventus friends, know that it is not something worthy of publicity, so everyone unanimously chose to keep it confidential.

On the third day after knowing that she was pregnant, Wu Xuewei turned on her cell phone and looked at the missed phone calls and text messages. She hesitated again and again and called Feng Churui back.

She thought that the two of them always had to communicate and could not continue to fight with him like this.

Now that she has children, she has thought a lot and even considered their future.

However, the question now is why he did so many things behind her back. Only when the problem is solved can she talk to him about the child.

The phone was quickly answered, Feng Churui's voice was a little tired, and it was not difficult to notice a trace of joy: "Xuewei, are you not angry?"

Wu Xuewei held her cell phone tightly and suddenly didn't know what to say. She was not angry. She was still a little sad until now and trusted him 100% but what he rewarded her made her very hurt.

"Why don't you talk?"

His voice sounds very nice, and Wu Xuewei has always known it. It reveals calmness in the magnetism and gorgeous voice, which makes people involuntarily listen to his words attentively.

Wu Xuewei confessed to him, "I don't know what to say to you."

On the other end, he smiled softly, "You can say anything, say whatever you want, I'll listen."

"Okay, I'll ask you, if I go on a blind date with a man, you know, will you be angry?"

"Yes." Feng Churui answered without hesitation.

Wu Xuewei smiled faintly: "I came out of my residence with the man late at night and left again. Do you know, will you be angry?"

"I can." Feng Churui seemed to understand what she meant, just to let him think from the perspective of others.

Let him stand in her position, look at these things, and try to understand how she feels.

"Uncle Feng." Wu Xuewei's voice was very low and light, as if the wind would dissipate when it was blown.

Feng Churui's voice was warm: "I'm here."

Touching the rose that Juventus had just bought and inserted into a vase this morning, it was beautiful and had a thorn in her fingertips. When she accidentally got pricked to her fingertips, a blood bead instantly emerged.

She looked at her fingers and said to him: "I don't want deception in my love, I don't like being betrayed, and I don't like being unconscientious. Can you understand what I mean?"

Feng Churui concentrated: "I'm still angry with me?"

Wu Xuewei put her fingers into her mouth and sucked the blood away, then said, "I'm tired, let's hang up."

After saying that, he hung up the phone first.

Love is like that beautiful rose, with thorns in beauty. You can enjoy its beauty, but you will also be stabbed by it.

Sweetness and bitterness coexist.

After thinking about it, Wu Xuewei still thought, let’s forget it, why bother to ask him to give the answer? Although he avoided the topic, she was still lost.

The loss in her heart cannot be faked. She knew that blindly forcing might only make herself feel even more unhappy.

It’s better to be more open-minded and think about it on the better side, so that you may feel better.
Chapter completed!