Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Tang Yu lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Qiqi, do you hurt now?

He kissed her like this, Pei Qiqi finally woke up late at night.

Opening her eyes, in the dim light, she saw his deep eyes.

My heart trembled, then he stretched out his hand to hug his neck, "Tang Yu, why are you back?"

He touched her fluffy little head: "You are not well, how can I stay in France at ease?"

"It's nothing, just throw up." Pei Qiqi nestled in his arms, and spit out his tongue: "I heard people say that some people also vomit in the late pregnancy, and I am probably like this.

As she said, her little hand patted her belly, "If you don't be obedient, come out afterwards and let your father hit your little p-share."

Tang Yu smiled, black eyes looked at her white face in the dim...

There is contentment and happiness on her little face.

Until now, no one has told her the truth, and they think it is better for him to tell her about this kind of thing.

Tang Yu hated this sense of powerlessness, how could he say such cruel things, how could he tell her to give up his child...

He can't do it!

But he can't ignore her life...

He knew that even if she gave up her child to go to chemotherapy, she still needed a bone marrow transplant to save her life.

marrow!

There are thousands of knots in Tang Yu's heart. At this time, even one knot can't be solved.

Also, Tang Xin...

In Qiqi's heart, Tang Xin is as important as this child.

He was lying on the hospital bed, coaxing her to sleep...

When he came back, she was excited to talk to him, but after only a few words, she fell asleep again.

And Tang Yu, watching her sleeping face sleepless all night...

He invited the best experts and invited foreign experts to consult together, and the results were consistent with Dr. Mei’s opinion.

Pei Qiqi vomited very badly, and she became more and more sleepy.

But she always thought it was morning sickness, she often stroked her belly and talked to the baby inside.

She asked Tang Yu, what is the name of this baby...

Tang Yu said to let her start, but Pei Qiqi seriously checked the dictionary, and finally ran over to him and asked him: "Tang Yu, I think it's Tangtang!"

Tang Yu looked at her and said slowly: "It's better to call Tang Guo."

His stupid Qiqi even nodded: "This name is also good."

Tang Yu was stagnant, and the Hungarian mouth seemed to be blocked by something, especially uncomfortable.

He didn't say anything, just reached out his hand and touched their little head.

How could he be willing to lose such Qiqi? The baby in her stomach, how could he bear to give up?

Under his palm, Pei Qiqi looked like a docile kitten. After a while, he raised his head again, "Then I will find it again."

He just looked at her like that, greedy and eager.

Three days later, Dr. Mei and Tang Yu met separately, still in Dr. Mei's office.

Tang Yu stood at the window, looking out the window, quietly.

Dr. Mei looked at him, and for a long time, neither of them spoke.

In the silence that was dying, Dr. Mei asked faintly: "Tang Yu, have you decided?" Because Qiqi's illness is not like Tang Xin, she can't hold it back.

Tang Yu raised his head, and the Adam's apple bulged vigorously in his slender neck. For a moment, he turned his head and looked at Dr. Mei: "Aunt Mei, if I can, I don't want to choose."

His choice means...maybe lost.

Losing Qiqi, losing... Tang Xin.

Or maybe, the child may not be able to keep it.

His decision is to sacrifice too much...no matter which way, it is extremely dangerous.