MTL - My Husband With Scholar Syndrome-Chapter 65 confused

On the way back from the hospital to the studio, a small snow suddenly floated in the sky. Rice-like snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on the windshield. At a glance, it was turned into a drop of water.

This should be the early snow this year. Pedestrians on the road were a little excited, and the hurried pace was also postponed for this sudden light snow, and they took out their mobile phones to shoot.

Mu Xiaoya also likes snow very much. If she used to, she would definitely stop the car and enjoy it for a while, or call Shirakawa to watch with her. But at this moment, she is like the crossroads in front of her, because the snowy roads are slippery and blocked.

Winter nights always come earlier. When the car is parked in the parking lot near the studio, the sky is gray. Mu Xiaoya's probe looked out the window, and several shops on the road even turned on the lights.

It's five o'clock, and Shirakawa will come to work in a little while.

Mu Xiaoya got out of the car after turning off the fire. When she locked the car, she accidentally swept to the corner drug store. This pharmacy is behind a row of sycamore trees. The trees are luxuriant during the spring and summer. The pharmacy is covered up and difficult to be seen. When the leaves fall in autumn and winter, Mu Xiaoya finds out that they are diagonally opposite There is even a pharmacy by the side of the road.

"Girl, what medicine do you buy?"

Mu Xiaoya suddenly looked back, only to find that she didn't know when she walked into the pharmacy and asked her a 40-50 year old sister, wearing a white coat, with a look of concern.

"I ... have a contraceptive?" Mu Xiaoya asked hard.

"Yes, which one? After the fact, it is beforehand." The pharmacy sister asked, and the person had already reached the counter where the contraceptives were placed.

"After the fact." Every time he answered a question, Mu Xiaoya was awkward. Fortunately, the elder sister in the pharmacy did not show any strange eyes, and she had a common expression on official affairs.

"Then take this, it will be useful for 72 hours afterwards." The pharmacy sister picked out a box of pills and placed it in front of Mu Xiaoya.

Mu Xiaoya looked at the white pill box, and for a long time she didn't reach out to get it.

"Would you like that?" The older sister urged.

"How much ... how much is it?" Mu Xiaoya looked back.

"39."

After receiving the money, when the eldest pharmacy handed the medicine over, she saw the girl's blank face in front of her, and couldn't help saying more: "Little girl, if you want a child, talk to your boyfriend about marriage. "

She has seen many people who come to buy contraceptives, and none of them have this expression. The hesitation in his face is obviously unwanted.

"I'm married." Mu Xiaoya replied subconsciously.

"Your husband doesn't want children?"

"Neither."

"Is that not ready yet?" The elder sister understood.

Mu Xiaoya nodded.

"Also, you young people, when you are working hard, you ca n’t even take care of your children. In addition, the pressure on women in modern society is increasing, and being a mother is really not a simple decision." "But if you really want a child, don't worry too much. Sometimes a child is just like a small sapling outside. In fact, you don't have to worry too much. As long as you truly love him, you will be born and he will grow up." It's big. This medicine is effective for 72 hours, you can consider it again. "

Mu Xiaoya thanked her and walked out of the pharmacy. She walked forward blankly, about two or three meters away, stopped suddenly, and stared down at the box of medicine she had just bought.

It's just a box of birth control pills. In today's society, the function of this thing is probably similar to tt. But in Mu Xiaoya's view, the way these two things achieve their goals is definitely different. This is used for contraception afterwards. If she eats, if there is a small life in her belly growing stubbornly, then this medicine will kill her life and kill her and Shirakawa's children.

But if she doesn't eat and she accidentally becomes pregnant, a child with her bloodline will be born in ten months. Then two years later, when the child has just learned to walk and just called mother, he will lose his mother forever.

Since her rebirth, Mu Xiaoya has been fortunate. She is glad that time can come back, let her make a different choice, so that she can predict in advance and make up for many regrets. But at this moment, she hated her predictions so much, how much she wished she knew nothing, then at this moment, she would probably be glad to guess whether she would become pregnant, rather than hesitating to take medicine.

At 6:05 in the afternoon, Shirakawa, who arrived at the studio a few minutes late because of the slippery snowy day, pushed the door a little hastily and walked in.

"Here? But Xiaoya hasn't come back yet. Would you like to call her?" Fang Hui said familiarly when she saw Shirakawa.

"Aren't you there?" Shirakawa froze, Xiaoya didn't say today that she would be back late.

"She went to the hospital during the day, and it is estimated that something was delayed." Fang Hui said.

Shirakawa nodded, turned around and walked to the bar. While walking, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Mu Xiaoya. When he was about to dial through the floor-to-ceiling window, Shirakawa found Mu Xiaoya across the road.

Shirakawa immediately took the phone, turned around and went out.

"Well, where are you going?" Fang Hui saw Shirakawa suddenly ran out again, glanced out in confusion, and along the direction of Shirakawa's running, she also saw Mu Xiaoya, "It's really tired and crisscrossing the road Ca n’t wait. "

Fang Hui smiled, and picked up the bag that she had already packed, and did not say hello to the two, and left for work.

"Xiaoya." Shirakawa shouted happily before running to Mu Xiaoya.

Mu Xiaoya turned back and saw Shirakawa running towards her. She subconsciously stuffed her medicine box into her bag.

"You ... get off work so soon?" Mu Xiaoya asked with a guilty conscience.

"It's six o'clock." Shirakawa showed his watch to Mu Xiaoya.

"It's so late?" Mu Xiaoya froze, apparently did not expect that she would be standing on the side of the road for a long time.

"Let's go shopping." There was no food at home yesterday. Shirakawa kept thinking about going to buy today. With that said, he took Mu Xiaoya's hand and went to the nearby mall.

"Your hands are so icey." Shirakawa stopped just before taking a step. He frowned and wrapped Mu Xiaoya's too cold palm with both hands. It seemed that it was not enough, and bowed his head, sulking into Mu Xiaoya's hand. A wave of white mist sprayed into Mu Xiaoya's palm, which did not bring much actual warmth, but successfully made her whole person alive.

"In the mall, it won't be cold." Mu Xiaoya reminded.

"Then ... let's go to the mall." After taking two steps, Shirakawa stopped suddenly. He took off the scarf around his neck and wrapped it around Mu Xiaoya. "Okay, let's go now."

It seemed certain that he hadn't missed anything, Shirakawa smiled comfortably, dragged Mu Xiaoya's hand, passed the traffic light very sensitively, and hid in the warm air conditioner of the mall.

"Isn't it cold?" Shirakawa confirmed uneasily.

"It's not cold." Mu Xiaoya shook her head. "Let's go shopping."

After buying good food, cooking at home, after a simple dinner, Shirakawa washed the dishes, and Mu Xiaoyao watched TV on the sofa. The same daily life makes people unconsciously calm down again, and also allows Mu Xiaoya to temporarily give up thinking about children. She didn't want Shirakawa to notice her abnormality, at least before she could even figure it out.

Mu Xiaoya here is still worried about whether she will become pregnant. There, Shirakawa, who first tasted love, was at the best time. As soon as the two were lying on the bed, he made a frank request. .

"Can you?" Shirakawa looked expectantly, and his hands were eager to cover Mu Xiaoya's waist.

"No." Where would Mu Xiaoya be willing to, with a cold face, she turned her back.

Shirakawa was a little disappointed, but he didn't ask for it anymore. He just reached out and wanted to bring his wife back to sleep together, but his request was also rejected by Mu Xiaoya.

Shirakawa was bewildered. His brother didn't say that after being rejected, Xiaoya would get angry.

The uneasy Shirakawa had insomnia, and even early the next morning, he also sensitively found that Mu Xiaoya's mood was still not very good.

"Are you angry with me?" Shirakawa asked uneasily at the breakfast table.

"No." Mu Xiaoya shook her head.

Shirakawa carefully discerned for a while, determined that Mu Xiaoya did not lie to him before going to work, but just waited for him to return home after work, lay in bed, and once again confronted his daughter-in-law's back, could not help but feel wronged: not to say Not angry anymore? And I did n’t ask for it today, would n’t it just be able to sleep together like before?

"Are you mad at me?" Shirakawa asked with great certainty for breakfast on the third day.

"No." Mu Xiaoya said, and gave a strange glance at Shirakawa.

But the sensitive Shirakawa didn't believe Mu Xiaoya this time, he looked stubbornly at Mu Xiaoya.

"I really don't. I'm going to eat. I'm going to be late for work." With that, Mu Xiaoya bowed her head and kissed Shirakawa's face. Shirakawa froze, and the doubt in his heart was instantly resolved by this sudden kiss, and he became happy again.

Sending Shirakawa to the taxi, Mu Xiaoya also went to the studio. She made the latest design draft and sent it to Fang Hui before ten o'clock.

"This is the latest design draft, you see."

"What else do you feel uneasy about painting? You help me look at what I painted. What do you think of this?" Since the studio's business was officially on track, the division of labor between the two was unconsciously opened. Come. Mu Xiaoya focused on design and Fang Hui focused on operations. It's been a little over half a year, so I finally managed to take it easy, and Fang Hui reacted fiercely that she hadn't designed a pair of shoes yet.

"Okay, much better than when you were in college." Mu Xiaoya glanced and admired.

"Go and go, what's better than when I was in college, and ridicule me. You just say, can you fire?" Fang Hui asked.

"No fire, I can't guarantee, but if it was me, I should buy such a pair of shoes in the mall." Mu Xiaoya laughed.

"That's not it." Fang Hui laughed happily. "Where is your USB flash drive containing the design drawings? Give them to me. I will scan my design drawings and send them to the factory."

"In my bag, you can get it yourself and I'll scan it." The design draft in Mu Xiaoya's hand didn't have time to scan it.

Fang Hui gave her design draft to Mu Xiaoya, and then ran to Mu Xiaoya's station to turn over Xiaoya's bag. Only after unzipping, a striking white pillbox was unobtrusively exposed in front of Fang Hui's eyes.

Fang Hui froze, took a look, and found that the pill box had not been unpacked, so he put it back in, and pulled out a silver USB stick in the pocket on the side.

"Did u disk be found?" Mu Xiaoya asked back.

"Here." Fang Hui passed the USB flash drive.

Mu Xiaoya took it, copied the scanned copy to a USB flash drive, and uploaded a copy to Fang Hui's mailbox: "Pass your mailbox, you can send it directly in a while."

"Okay." Fang Hui glanced at the inbox and confirmed that the design draft was received. "You can take medicine, I'll get the rest."

"What medicine to take?" Mu Xiaoya wondered.

"Avoid ..." Fang Hui glanced at the two employees sitting next to him and lowered some of the volume and said, "The medicine in your bag hasn't been taken yet. Hurry and take it, it won't work anymore. "

Mu Xiaoya then reacted to what happened: "I haven't figured it out yet."

"There's something to think about. Don't eat it if you want to, and eat ravioli if you don't want it."

"I want to, but I dare not not." Mu Xiaoya replied.

"Because of Shirakawa?" Fang Hui hesitated and said, "If you have autism, you shouldn't inherit it."

"Not because of Shirakawa, but because of me."

"Because of you? Because of you?" Fang Hui was puzzled.

Because I'm not sure if I qualify as a mother.

"You, the married woman of ours, you won't understand." Mu Xiaoya turned off the topic.

"Well, then you married woman, go and discuss it with your husband." Fang Hui was too lazy to ask, anyway, no matter Mu Xiaoya finally decides whether to have a child, she will support unconditionally.

Mu Xiaoya smiled, returned to her seat, glanced at her bag again, then picked up her cell phone and sent a message to Shirakawa: I will come back early from work, I have something to tell you.

Shirakawa: OK.