980: Let’s Have Another Child

Let’s Have Another Child

Huo Chenhuan looked straight into Su Yayan's big eyes that were filled with seriousness and affection. The corners of his lips curled up slightly as he said solemnly, "Thank you."0

Su Yayan was a little lost. "Why are you thanking me?"

"Thank you for being willing to marry me. Thank you for being willing to share your family with me. Thank you even more for being willing to go through so much trouble to give birth to my baby."

Su Yayan blushed slightly when she heard him say that, but then she seemed to have thought of something. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Huo Chenhuan's neck, she smiled and said, "I think it's too lonely to have only one baby in our family. Why don't we work harder and give him another younger brother and sister?"

Su Yayan liked children to begin with, and she was the youngest in the family ever since she was young. Although the elders all liked her, there were really not many people of the same age around her.

The children of their relatives were only two or three years younger than her, but most of them were weird, and Su Yayan did not like to play with them.

She had always hoped that she could have a younger brother or sister of the same age to play with her. She had never fulfilled this wish, so she placed her hopes on her own baby.

She wanted to have another child, whether it was a boy or a girl, so that they could accompany each other and have a warm, happy, and carefree childhood.

Huo Chenhuan did not agree with Su Yayan's suggestion. He thought back to all the discomfort Su Yayan had during her pregnancy, and the time when he was helpless outside the delivery room. In fact, Huo Chenhuan did not want Su Yayan to suffer again.

"One child is enough. Many families now do not even have children. It will be noisy when there are more children."

Su Yayan looked up at him pitifully. "Don't you like babies?"

Huo Chenhuan, "..."

"It's not that I don't like them, it's that I don't want you to suffer anymore."

"But I don't think that being pregnant is that difficult. On the contrary, I quite enjoy it. I can stay at home when I'm pregnant and do nothing. You even accompany me and take me out for a walk every day. When I'm tired, you'll give me a massage. When I'm sick, you'll hug me and comfort me. When my feet are swollen, you'll soak my feet every day and coax me to sleep. You'll spoil me like a little princess."

Huo Chenhuan laughed. "I can do all these things for you even if you're not pregnant."

"But that's different. What I mean is that it's more satisfying to enjoy these things when I'm pregnant. It's like our family is stuck together and never to be separated."

Huo Chenhuan lowered his head and pressed his hand against Su Yayan's forehead. He did not object to Su Yayan's proposal to have another child, but he did not agree to it directly.

"Little Star is still small. If we want another child now, we might neglect him."

Su Yayan was slightly startled, and her eyes were wavering.

"Moreover, you have just given birth, and it is not good for your body to continue giving birth. I do not object to having another child, but now is not a good time."

Su Yayan thought for a moment and had to admit that Huo Chenhuan's words were somewhat reasonable. She pursed her lips and said in disappointment, "Alright."

Huo Chenhuan could not help but laugh when he saw her like this. He said in a hoarse voice, "Children can be born again in the future, but there is one thing that we can do now."

"What... Hmm..." before Su Yayan could finish her words, she was kissed by someone who had lowered his head. The rest of her words were swallowed by someone and she did not have the chance to say them again the next night.

People said that one would have a dream every day.

It had been a long time since Huo Chenhuan had this dream. After experiencing a series of shocks, including paralysis of his lower body, the death of his mother, and the removal of his father's oxygen mask, Huo Chenhuan had seen a psychiatrist for a long time.

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