It is no exaggeration to say that it is a sophistry.

Song Yiyi took a sip of hot water, raised her hand and touched her flat belly, then raised her eyes again with determination: "Cen Yue, I don't care about the past."

Cen Yue's breathing became heavier, and he looked at Song Yiyi with a deep gaze.

She continued: "If I really get pregnant, I want to give birth to the baby."

"You have no right to refuse. You can only agree and take good care of us."

Song Yiyi understood Cen Yue's painstaking efforts.

But she remains optimistic as ever.

Although she has not recovered her memory, she believes in herself and has already thought of a way to deal with any eventuality.

Things have come to this point, no matter how nervous Cen Yue is, he can only wait for the verdict.

But in the next two days, he became cautious.

He refused to let her take a bath alone.

He said it was physical work and too tiring, so he insisted on helping.

Song Yiyi got up to go to the bathroom at night.

No matter how lightly she moved, Cen Yue would wake up and insist on guarding the door.

She goes to work.

Cen Yue sent her downstairs and watched her go in with his own eyes.

If she hadn't refused the threats.

When Cen Yue was having lunch, he wanted to come back and eat with her!

His nausea not only didn't get better, but it got worse. Gu Chengze noticed it, "Ayue, why don't you go to the hospital?"

Cen Yue's eyes were red, and he waved his hands, "I've checked it, it's okay."

As they were talking, the phone rang.

Gu Chengze picked up the phone, but it was snatched away by Cen Yue.

After hearing this, he looked as if he had been struck by thunder.

This was the first time Gu Chengze saw such an expression on his face and asked quickly, "What happened?"

Cen Yue was silent for a full minute.

Gu Chengze was about to call back when Cen Yue finally spoke: "Brother, Yiyi is pregnant."