The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

"It's nothing." Shen Qingchuan put away his smile and said a word in a calm tone.

Shen Yifan was a restless person, and felt that his third brother's opening of a newspaper was a happy event, so he shared it generously, not noticing that Shen Qingchuan's attitude towards Guan Boya was a bit colder.

Shen Yifan's eyes were painted with a hearty smile, and he enthusiastically said to Guan Boya, "Hi, Qing Chuan and I were talking about the newspaper office just now?"

"The newspaper?" Guan Boya raised his eyebrows, obviously interested in the affairs of the newspaper.

Seeing this, Shen Yifan continued, "Qingchuan wants to open a newspaper office, and has been preparing for it for the past few days. The printing and publication are all being prepared, and the only thing left is to choose the address of the newspaper office."

"Oh, I still have a few idle properties in Bohai City..." Guan Boya walked over and put the soup in his hand on the low cabinet, and said as he walked.

"It would be great if Mr. Guan could help." Shen Yifan immediately took the words, and was about to give a salute of thanks.

Before the words were finished, Shen Qingchuan hurriedly said, "No need."

Shen Yifan's salute was halfway done, and he stopped there in embarrassment, looking at Shen Qingchuan and Guan Boya with a look on his face, he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

The smell of medicine on the low cabinet lingered in Shen Qingchuan's nose along with the heat. His silhouette met him, and the light golden sunlight came in from the window. Looking down, his eyelashes were like beige moth wings stained with gold powder, resting on him. On the fair cheeks, the bloodless lips showed a kind of tenacity, and he said again, "No need."

Guan Boya was stunned, his phoenix eyes seemed to be blinked by the steaming hot mist, and the faint bitterness of the medicine dissipated. He smiled slightly, looking like a fairy picking medicine under the moon, lonely and clean.

Shen Yifan seemed to be grabbed by the back of the neck by the autumn wind blowing through the window, and shivered uncontrollably, muttering to himself, the weather after the rain is really getting colder and colder.

Guan Boya put all the honey in the small dish into the brown soup, picked up the porcelain spoon and stirred it gently, and the sweetness overflowed, he said, "Why be so polite? We are all a family. Let's live together for a few days The two families will be married."

Shen Qingchuan got angry and asked, "Who is married to whom?"

Guan Boya confided in a low voice with a smile, "Of course it's you and your sister."

Shen Qingchuan froze his face, and cast a sideways glance at Guan Boya.

Those eyes were not lethal to Guan Boya. Guan Boya was sitting on a chair, holding a porcelain white spoon in his slender hands to stir the soup, dissipating the heat so that Shen Qingchuan would not burn it when he drank it. Seeing Shen Qingchuan cough twice, She helped him tuck the thin quilt carefully, raised her eyebrows and looked at Shen Qingchuan and continued, "San Shao Shen, you won't be that heartless person. If you go to Jingu once, you'll turn your back on it."

"Sister Sister and the ring you gave me when you proposed marriage as proof."

"If you don't admit it, then I can only tie you up to get married."

When Guan Boya said this, he was warm and gentle, and he couldn't hear a threatening tone at all. He helped Shen Qingchuan up, and brought the warm porcelain bowl of soup and medicine to Shen Qingchuan's lips.

Shen Qingchuan pushed it away with one hand, and Guan Boya, who came over, took the medicine bowl, drank the medicine straight away, and said in a bad tone, "What kind of bullshit ring is that, you know it well! Don't even think about getting married. "

Shen Yifan stood aside, looked at Shen Qingchuan, then at Guan Boya, and finally his eyes fell on Shen Qingchuan's cold face. Shen Qingchuan has always been gentle with others, and he never put a cold face on his face. Really moved, really angry.

Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, Shen Yifan came out to smooth things over, waved his hands and smiled and persuaded, "This is a big marriage, it still depends on whether the two parents agree or not, and we need to discuss it again. Qingchuan is young, and he is at the stage of working hard. Bo Ms. Ya has a pretty face, and both of them are young, so let's get along for a while and cultivate their relationship, don't be in a hurry."

Shen Yifan said this to Guan Boya, on the surface he was biased towards Shen Qingchuan, trying to bring this topic to the past.

But what Guan Boya said next made Shen Yifan unable to find an excuse.

"He has skin-to-skin relationship with his sister-in-law."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Qingchuan threw the last pillow on the bed, and Guan Boya caught it with both hands.

"This..." Shen Yifan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Guan Boya went on to say, "I'm afraid she is pregnant with the flesh and blood of Third Young Master Shen. Could it be that Third Young Master Shen is going to be that unscrupulous person who abandons his wife and son."

"Tuk tuk." There was a knock on the door.

A nurse in white came in and stood by the door, holding a book in her hand, looked at the three people in the ward and said, "I need to go through the list of medical expenses. Who of you are the family members of the patient, come with me to the payment office to settle the bill." one time."

Shen Yifan was the first to raise his hand, strode quickly to the side of the nurse, said with a smile on his face, "I'm his second brother, I'll go down with you."

Before leaving, he glanced back at Shen Qingchuan, and secretly said in his heart, I'm sorry third brother, this situation is really beyond the reach of second brother.

When the door of the ward was closed again, the footsteps became farther and farther away.

Shen Qingchuan raised his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Who is pregnant with my flesh and blood? Did the fetus fall from the sky, or jumped out of a rock?"

Guan Boya said in a soft voice, "Hiding here."

Guan Boya's hand was pressing on Shen Qingchuan's stomach, even through a thin layer of quilt, Shen Qingchuan could still feel the weight of that hand, as if there was a heat rising from his abdomen to his head.

Shen Qingchuan's face instantly flushed red, his eyes were watery, and he said fiercely, "What are you making a fuss about?"

"Okay, I won't trouble you anymore, my flesh and blood are hidden in my abdomen, do you want to touch it?" Guan Boya withdrew her hand, pointed at her abdomen, and wanted to take Shen Qingchuan's hand on it.

"Ridiculous! How can a man have children." Shen Qingchuan withdrew his hand and reprimanded.

"Could it be that I can't have children, and Mr. Shen is going to divorce me." Guan Boya's topic jumped to divorce, as if they had already gone through the process of getting married and having children, and reached the stage of the seven-year itch, old wife and husband .

Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips, he naturally saw the playfulness in Guan Boya's eyes, and said such absurd words were just to amuse him.

"In the future, you and I will each get married and have children, and we need to continue the incense. Don't you want to have children?" Shen Qingchuan said this very seriously. He knew that in the future, men and women will be criticized when they fall in love, let alone in this era. Once it breaks out, people will be cast aside and scolded constantly.

Just like a few days ago, the second brother told him that in order to continue the incense, a pair of male lovers each found someone to give birth to their own blood.

This is something he cannot stand, morally or emotionally, any physical or mental betrayal by him or his significant other.

What's more, deception and accidents were already mixed between them.

"If you want a child, we'll adopt one. If you don't like adopting, I'll be your child." Guan Boya said while shaking Shen Qingchuan's hand again.

Before meeting Shen Qingchuan, Guan Boya never thought that someone would break into his world, let alone have offspring.It is true that such a crabapple fell into his inner world, he was reluctant to leave this flower, and carefully cared for it so that it would not wither, holding it in his hand for fear of crushing it.

But he would never allow it, Shen Qingchuan had children with other people, he remembered that Shen Qingchuan thought about the life after marriage, that is, he would have a son and a daughter under his knees.

If Shen Qingchuan wanted children, he could adopt two, and the person next to Shen Qingchuan could only be him.

When Shen Yifan returned after paying the money, he opened the door and saw the two people in the ward who were silent. Judging by the atmosphere, he knew that the conversation must be unpleasant.

Shen Yifan raised his voice, waved the list of medical expenses, trying to break the silence, and said, "Qingchuan, I have paid the medical expenses, and the remaining medicines will be brought over after the nurse packs them up. Are you feeling better?"

Shen Qingchuan drank two bowls of decoction. At this time, the fever had subsided, but his throat was still a little itchy, and he wanted to cough. He said, "It's nothing serious."

Shen Yifan turned sideways and said to Guan Boya, "This Mr. Guan, I will take Qingchuan back later, so I won't bother you. If you have something to do, you can do it first."

"What about the younger sister?" Guan Boya asked, but his eyes turned to Shen Qingchuan.

"It's not too late to discuss slowly at that time, we will definitely give a satisfactory answer." Shen Yifan patted his chest and said vowedly, as if he was the one who made up his mind.

"That's the best. I won't disturb——Mr. Xiao Shen is resting." Guan Boya deliberately prolonged the ending sound, and the pronunciation of the word fell heavily to Mr. Xiao Shen's four characters, and the voice was extremely soft, but there was something else in it when he pronounced it mean.

Young and fashionable couples love to be addressed as Mr. and Mrs.

Shen Qingchuan fanned his calamus-like long eyelashes lazily, glanced at Guan Boya very quickly, and stopped looking at him.

Shen Yifan sent Guan Boya to the door of the ward, waited for the people to go far away, then turned back to the side of the bed, sat on the chair, quietly moved to Shen Qingchuan's side, and asked curiously, "Qingchuan, you don't really know how to do this?" How about a big nephew?"

Seeing that Guan Boya was telling the truth, Shen Yifan didn't seem to be lying, if his third younger brother really produced a big nephew, it would be a really big deal.

Shen Qingchuan looked at Shen Yifan, and said in an understatement and nonchalant tone, "Don't worry about this matter, he is talking nonsense, don't tell Dad about this matter."

Shen Yifan lowered his head and muttered, "I don't seem to be talking nonsense."

However, Shen Yifan also saw that Shen Qingchuan didn't seem to want to marry Ms. Boya very much, and he didn't have a good face towards Mr. Guan, so he didn't really want to accept this marriage, so he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In order to be with Miss Boya, he, the third younger brother, almost had a falling out with his family, and almost severed the father-son relationship with Shen's father.

But now he acted as if he didn't even want to mention Miss Guan Boya's name.

But I thought of a common saying: The prodigal son will turn around, so the heart will die.I just don't know whether it is Shen Qingchuan or Miss Boya who is dying.

But no matter what, he will still stand by his third brother's side.

Shen Yifan elbowed Shen Qingchuan, and said, "I will keep this from Dad."

He thought of something again, and leaned closer and said, "You said Miss Boya, in a few months, will she take advantage of the rain and run to the Shen residence with a doll in her arms and kneel?"

Shen Qingchuan was very speechless to Shen Yifan's imagination, even if the sky fell, he could not imagine that Guan Boya would kneel in Shen's mansion with a baby in his arms, accusing and crying that he was a heartless person, and said in a cold voice, "No."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

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