Qin Anan resisted the tears in his eyes, turned around angrily, and strode away from the police station.

She didn't sign, nor did she take back her cell phone from Fu Shiting's hand.

After Fu Shiting signed on her behalf, he left the police station.

Back in the car.

Fu Shiting handed her her cell phone and said in a low voice, "I didn't look at your cell phone."

Qin Anan took the phone back and breathed solemnly: "but you already know what's in my phone."

Fu Shiting: "Is this important? A picture of the belly."

Qin An'an gritted her teeth and kept telling herself in her heart not to be angry with him.

After all, he helped get the phone back.

"Fu Shiting, if I told you that the child you forced me to abort was not Fu Yechen's, but yours, would you feel any guilt in your heart?" Qin Anan asked him, clutching the phone.

Fu Shiting turned his head to look at her.

She looked serious, not joking.

"Is it from the test tube before?" His Adam's apple rolled, and he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes." Qin Anan met his eyes and said word by word, "You killed your child with your own hands, do you feel guilty?"

She wanted to see even a trace of regret on his face, and she would feel better.

How she wished he was a flesh-and-blood man, not a cold money-making machine.

Fu Shiting looked at her with a complicated expression. He knew it would break her heart, but he said calmly, "I don't feel guilty. He shouldn't have been born in the first place."

She sneered: "If your parents said this to you, could you be so calm?"

Fu Shiting: "If they don't give birth to me, I will thank them. Qin Anan, not everyone wants to come to this world."

She frowned.

He doesn't want to come into this world?

Why?

His mother loves her so much, his career is so successful, and there are so many people around him who are centered on him...

Why is he so pessimistic?

What has he been through?

"Do you have depression?" She had to analyze the reason for what he said just now from a medical point of view. "Depression can be treated with medicine. If you are sick, you must seek medical treatment in time."

The expression on Fu Shiting's face relaxed a bit.

"If I'm sick, it can make you less worried, then treat me as sick!"

......

When I got home, it was almost midnight.

After Qin Anan returned to the room, her head was so heavy that she couldn't think about anything.

She fell asleep quickly after falling on the bed.

At night, I had a dream.

She dreamed of the reason why Fu Shiting was depressed.

In her dream, she saw Fu Shiting when she was a child, and also saw his father.

His father was a very strict man and didn't have much patience with his naughty little son.

Little Fu Shiting was drenched in blood by his father's whipping...

His cry was heartbreaking.

She woke up terrified by this bloody nightmare.

Outside the window, dawn broke and the sky was bright.

Qin Anan sat up with his arms up.

"How could his father beat him? Even if his father is really like that, his mother will stop him... The dream is the opposite, he must not have been abused." Qin Anan murmured words, self-comfort.

But his heart is very clear - Fu Shiting hates this world, he must have encountered something very dark.

Not only does he hate this world, he also doesn't want to leave offspring in this world.

No one is born evil.

Suddenly she didn't hate him so much.

He was not wrong, and she was not wrong. What was wrong was that God tied the two of them to a rope. JrNovels.com