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In November of this year, Duan Muren's chairman made an announcement.

He is very calm, although he knows that if he goes back a year, when the Nanjing Wang Jingwei government has not yet been established, and the North China Political Affairs Committee is still called the Provisional Government of the Republic of China, his identity can almost be regarded as a member of the Provisional Government President.

Of course, a puppet president.

He did not hold a celebratory reception, but sat alone in the small courtyard and reminisced about the past, recalling from the late Qing Dynasty to the Beiyang government—the golden age of his life.As for the Nanjing government, whether it was the former Nationalist government or the current Wang government, they would all only make trouble with him, either taking away his real power or stealing his limelight.But he had to have a good relationship with Wang Jingwei, because the former chairman was "approved to resign" by the Nanjing government.

Duan Muren's heart was surging behind his back, but once he was in front of others, he remained calm and composed.The family in Tianjin wanted him to go back and congratulate him together, but he didn't bother to leave, but the old lady of the Duan family came in person with her daughter-in-law and grandson—the son didn't come.

Duan Muren didn't bother to look at the old woman at home, even though the old woman was a beauty when she married him; the daughter-in-law was beautiful, but she was a daughter-in-law after all, and had nothing to do with him; so he went straight to his grandson.

The grandson is also eight years old, and his baby name is Da Bei. His appearance is exactly the same as Duan Zhicheng's, so he is naturally similar to Duan Muren.Dabei does not go to school, but only invites teachers to study at home. He speaks eloquently and is dressed clean and cute by his mother.Duan Muren loves Da Bei very much, but he doesn't know how to express his love.Da Bei didn't see him often, and saw his fierce appearance, so she was a little timid and refused to get too close to him.

After enjoying family happiness for a few days, the old lady of the Duan family returned home with her daughter-in-law and grandson.Duan Muren also passed that complacency and completely returned to normal.

Then he called Shen Jiali over again.

When Shen Jiali entered the door, he naturally wanted to congratulate him.He liked the other party's compliments, but like an old beast, he didn't respond, just pushed him on the bed blindly.Shen Jiali was not anesthetized by alcohol, and his mind was sober, so he felt particularly unbearable—and he didn't dare to resist and avoid it.

After the incident, Shen Jiali collapsed on the bed face up.After these days of recuperation, Duan Muren is in good spirits.Leaning against the head of the bed and smoking a cigarette, he immediately bent down and touched the other person's lower body.

Shen Jiali let him rub it, then closed his eyes and smiled: "Old man, I have something to tell you."

Duan Muren felt the changes in the organs in his hands: "Speak."

Shen Jiali replied hesitantly: "I raised a woman in Nanwanzi Hutong."

Duan Muren stared at his face, and snorted out of his nose: "En."

Shen Jiali opened his eyes and looked at him: "She is pregnant, she is my child, please don't touch her."

Duan Muren wanted to smile, and squinted at the thing he was playing with in his hand: "Jia Li, you are very free now."

Shen Jiali learned from Tian Ruibao's lesson, knowing that this old man has a domineering attitude towards him, and is used to using vicious methods, so he quickly put on a pitiful face, and explained tremblingly: "This is not messing around behind your back, I also At the age of carrying on the family line, it's time to have a descendant."

Duan Muren stretched out his palms and covered all the things on the lower body of the other party: "I think you don't like women. Since you want to carry on the family line, why don't you know that the matchmaker is marrying one?"

Shen Jiali crossed her legs subconsciously: "I... I just want a child."

Duan Muren gradually closed his fingers and grasped the lump of flesh in his palm: "How does it taste like a woman?"

Intuitively, Shen Jiali felt something was wrong, so he could only put his arms around Duan Muren's neck, and hurriedly said amidst the pain from his lower body: "I, I don't know. We haven't had sex since she became pregnant. .”

Duan Muren smiled, and at the same time slowly let go of his hand: "There are three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest is to have no descendants. I understand you this time."

Then he continued to fiddle with Shen Jiali's lifeblood with great interest, until it became hard all the time.Shen Jiali lay in his arms frightened, without any feeling of happiness, but swollen and uncomfortable, because Duan Muren's slap was very rough, so he felt slight pain again.

Duan Muren knew almost everything about Shen Jiali's life.He already knew about Xing'er's existence, and had been waiting for Shen Jiali to confess to him and be lenient.Now that Shen Jiali really confessed in time, he really lenient.

In the past few months, Shen Jiali has been obedient to him, especially when going to bed, it is all based on his respect.On the one hand, he felt that Shen Jiayi was a bitch, and on the other hand, he felt that this bitch was very rare and worth cherishing.Such an uncle and rabbit character, if he wants to keep a queen, let him stay!

Shen Jiali was tortured by Duan Muren for a whole afternoon, and his whole body ached, but he got used to it and lost his temper.After leaving Duan Zhai, he went directly to Nanwanzi Hutong to visit Xing'er.

He bought a bag of Japanese candy on the way, and put it on the table when he entered the door. He didn't say anything, just smiled at Xing'er and asked, "How are you doing these days?"

Xing'er had a long nap, she didn't expect him to come in the evening, she hurriedly raised her hands to brush her hair, and went to meet him, but she was speechless, humming: "Master is here."

Shen Jiali never knew how to respect others, but towards Xing'er, he was quite polite.To him, Myolie and a cook are in the same position, both of them have some skills and surpass ordinary people.He couldn't do without the good food cooked by the cook, and he also needed Xing'er to give him a son and a half.

He shot a scientific look at Xing'er's stomach, but he didn't see any changes, so he asked softly, "Recently, are you still vomiting?"

Xing'er was wearing homely clothes, the placket was a little wrinkled, and her hair was not combed neatly.Fen Mian lowered her head with spring in her eyes, and she replied in a whisper, "I'm not vomiting."

Shen Jiali withdrew his gaze, and instructed: "If you feel unwell, you can call me."

Xing'er responded in a low voice.

Seeing that Xing'er was very cowardly, Shen Jiali was afraid that she was being bullied by the servants and would not be able to raise her baby with peace of mind, so she went to the kitchen and lifted the lid of the pot to check the food.Since he found the kitchen environment a bit dirty, he called the servants over and gave him a serious reprimand.

Xing'er hid in the room, her face blushing, her heart mixed with joy and sadness, and she wanted to cry for no reason—what a man he looks, decent and responsible, why is it "no way" What about?

Shen Jiali came to visit Myolie every now and then, thinking of her as a partner in his heart.After a long time, the two got acquainted, and they were able to chat and laugh a few words.Xing'er eats a lot, and her stomach grows fast.Shen Jiali saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart, but he didn't say anything because he was guilty.

Xiaoliang still thought about Xing'er, once when he drove Shen Jiali to Nanwanzi Hutong, he was not allowed to enter the courtyard, so he stuck his head out of the car window and peeped in through the crack of the gate.It was cold, and Xing'er was wearing a big cotton gown, which at first glance looked like a big cotton bag with a bulging belly, flashed past Xiao Liang's vision.Xiao Liang sniffled as if she was about to cry, but she still thought Xing'er was pretty.