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€Chapter 24: Adoptive Father

When Ding Rou was diagnosed with Ximai, Feng Junlin happened to come back.

Their eyes met, and there was no joy in Ding Rou’s eyes. Feng Junlin’s raised lips slowly flattened, waving everyone to leave. He sat in front of the bed, looking down at Ding Rou with an unpredictable expression.

Ding Rou looked away from him and raised her hand to gently cover her belly: “Did you hear that? The doctor said I’m pregnant.”

Feng Junlin did not respond, because he knew that she still had something to say.

“I can’t give birth to him.” Ding Rou’s hand on her belly trembled slightly, her voice was cold and almost heartless, but there were tears in her eyes.

“Why?” Feng Junlin asked in a calm voice.This made Ding Rou, who was ready to meet his anger, stuck for a moment. This was different from what she thought. A normal man should react more or less when a woman brings up this topic first, right?

The Great Demon King is too calm!

Although it feels incredible, the play still has to be performed.

“You are my father, and the child in my belly is yours. There is a blood relationship between you and me. This child is destined to be unhealthy when he is born!” At this point, she finally broke down and tears rolled down her eyes.

She covered her eyes with her hands and turned her back, not wanting him to see her embarrassment.

Feng Junlin stretched out his hand from behind to cover her hand caressing her belly: “Are you so sad that you can’t give birth to him?”

Ding Rou heard his tone as if it was no big deal and not worth feeling sad at all. She was so angry that she bumped him back with her elbow. When she heard the man gasp, she pursed her lips and bumped back wildly, crying while bumping: “What are you talking about… This is my child, my flesh and blood. Shouldn’t I be sad to lose him? You bastard, wuwu…”

Finding that her elbow was grabbed and she could no longer hit him, Ding Rou cried even more sadly, she hadn’t hit him enough yet.

The dull pain in his chest almost made Feng Junlin unable to control his temper, but seeing the woman in front of him crying so sadly, his anger was extinguished inexplicably. He held her in his arms and said, “Who said you would lose our child, you and me…”

He was about to say that you and I are not related by blood, but before he could say anything, the woman in front of him raised her head and knocked it back hard. A soreness came from her nose. Feng Junlin’s eyes became moist, and the veins on his forehead popped out one by one.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to hold the woman who was obviously emotionally broken, and felt a fire in his chest.

He told himself to calm down, because she was so out of control because she cared about the child in her belly, and that child also had half of his credit.

Thinking about it this way, he became less angry, and even managed to calm down, coax the woman in his arms in a good voice, and take the opportunity to tell her about her life experience.

Ding Rou, who already knew the mystery of her life experience, sniffed and asked, “Is everything you said true? Am I really not your daughter? Can I really give birth to a baby?”

“Really, I’m not going to lie to you,” Feng Junlin turned her body over and asked her to look at him, “I just realized today that you are so angry.”

Ding Rou looked at his red nose and felt that she had hit him too lightly, but she said aggrievedly: “When I think about losing the baby, I feel uncomfortable. I can’t control myself, you know?”

Feng Junlin said: “Do you like children so much?”

Ding Rou grabbed his chest presumptuously: “This is our flesh and blood, how can I not like it?”

As she said this, she thought of something, widened her red eyes and looked at him fiercely: “Don’t you like it?”

“I like it.”

The Sixteenth World End