accidental pregnancy

Shen Mingchuan wanted to leave, but no one dared to keep them.

Everyone watched helplessly as he hugged the troubled boy who was excited for some reason and danced "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Old Man Shen at the other table saw his arrogance and arrogance, and was so angry that he beat the ground with his armrest and cane: "You bastard, you bastard!"

Shen's father and Shen's mother ate their own food, and kept a deaf ear to what was going on at other tables, with an obvious conniving attitude.

Uncle Shen and his wife Deng Yuan looked at each other, Deng Yuan raised her hands to brush her hair, and nodded slightly, Uncle Shen hurriedly tried to comfort Old Man Shen with an apologetic smile: "Dad, don't be angry, Ming Chuan must be in a hurry , I'll catch up and ask, don't worry."

Old Man Shen was so angry that he couldn't speak, he waved his hand at him.

Deng Yuan smiled and greeted everyone to continue, don't care about this little episode.

"Hey," Wen Ran followed Shen Mingchuan to the elevator entrance, pressed the elevator, and realized something was wrong, "Aren't all the elders at our table? Why did such a sand sculpture appear? It's obviously to follow Let's do it against each other."

Shen Mingchuan sneered: "If you don't drive us away, what if the old man doesn't care and wants to continue to give us the shares?"

Wen Ran was shocked when he heard the words, it turned out to be like this, no wonder, he said how could there be such a staff maker: "Then we left just to obey their wishes?"

"We don't care about what they regard as precious things, do you, trouble?"

Fanfan babbled and echoed a few sentences as if agreeing-after eating, Fanfan felt a little sleepy when he left the place with noisy people.

Wen Ran chuckled, that's right, Shen Mingchuan didn't care about the money at all, there's no need to suffer such arrogance because of that little money, and simply ran away.

Seeing them leaving so quickly, the old man didn't even come over to say hello, making him lose face in front of so many people, he would definitely be very angry with Shen Mingchuan.

In this way, he will probably give up.

Thinking of this, Wen Ran suddenly didn't want to have a second child. In fact, Shen's father and Shen's mother chose to have one very wisely. At least now, Shen Mingchuan didn't have to quarrel with his brother or even turn against him because of the family property.

"Mingchuan, Xiaoran, and so on."

While Wen Ran was thinking wildly, Uncle Shen caught up, and Shen Mingchuan said in a low voice, "It's an afterthought."

Afterwards, this description, Wen Ran wanted to laugh, but held back, seeing Uncle Shen walking up to them in three or two steps with his chubby figure, he panted and said, "Why did you leave all of a sudden, didn't you?" Who upset you?"

At this moment, Shen Mingchuan was as interested in acting again, and said with a light smile, "Someone is going to say in front of my wife that he almost became my brother-in-law, so if I don't leave, I'll be stuffed with an ex-girlfriend?"

"Oh, he," Uncle Shen seemed to be reacting for a while, "That's the elder brother of the girl your grandpa insisted on connecting you with. He spoke without thinking, but he didn't mean anything malicious. You Don't worry about it."

When Uncle Shen said this, Shen Mingchuan remembered.

It turned out to be such a bad thing, no wonder he dared to come up to touch porcelain, that girl, he had indeed met once under the old man's design, she was knowledgeable and sensible, and had a good impression, I don't know how such a brother would ruin Qing's reputation, and she also poured blood mold.

Shen Mingchuan raised his eyebrows: "That's not malicious, does that uncle think that putting a knife on his neck is considered malicious?"

Uncle Shen paused, then smiled and said: "It's his fault today, but there's no need to make trouble with our family for the sake of an outsider. Let's go, let's have a good drink today, uncle and nephew."

"Outsider," Shen Mingchuan repeated these two words playfully, and sneered, "Hmph."

If he was really an outsider, he wouldn't be arranged at their table.

Those who can sit at the same table as Shen Mingchuan are really not called outsiders.

Uncle Shen was exposed face to face, and he was a little embarrassed. After a while, he piled up a smile and apologized: "This matter is due to Uncle's poor arrangement, don't be angry, Uncle apologizes to you, ah, and Xiaoran, it's Uncle's fault , okay?"

Wen Ran was deeply ashamed by Uncle Shen's thick skin, shameless, invincible.

Mingming and Father Shen have the same father and mother, but their personalities are so different that it's unbelievable.

Wen Ran didn't have Shen Mingchuan's flirting skills, and the other party was an elder, so he played the role of singing the red face, and said with a smile: "It's not my uncle's fault, my uncle is out of touch."

"That's right, we are all a family, if there is any conflict that cannot be resolved, go for a walk and sit down for a meeting when you go back."

"I'm afraid it won't work today." Compared with the cold-faced Shen Mingchuan, Wen Ran was like a mild wind and rain. "I'm annoyed that he is not used to staying in a place with so many people. Let's take him back first."

Shen Mingchuan was drowsy in his arms, when he heard his father call his name, he reluctantly raised his eyelids, humming twice to express his presence.

Uncle Shen didn't really want them to go back. When it came to this, he didn't force it: "Then find a chance to meet again when no one is around. Be careful on the way, Ming Chuan didn't drink."

Shen Mingchuan didn't even want to give him any extra glances.

But when Uncle Shen raised his legs and walked back, Shen Mingchuan suddenly said: "I would not be interested in your things before, nor will I in the future, but if someone insists on being smart and coming up with something When a moth comes out, I can't guarantee that I won't be interested in it."

Uncle Shen froze.

However, Shen Mingchuan had already taken Wen Ran into the elevator that just arrived, and left.

After Uncle Shen left, the three of them got into the car. Shen Mingchuan saw Wen Ran, the co-driver, hugging him, and looked at him with a half-smile. He knew what Wen Ran was laughing at, and said frankly, "This really doesn't count. Back then, the old man lied to me to meet her, but nothing happened."

Of course Wen Ran wouldn't be so unreasonable, and couldn't help but bury him: "Brother-in-law."

Fanfan who was about to fall asleep was woken up by his father's cry just now: "Little, little."

"I'm so young that I can make provocations." Shen Mingchuan patted his troubled head and spread his hands, "I only have my sister-in-law."

Wen Ran smiled: "Last time you said that you needed to escape a marriage, I wondered, who else could force you except Mom, so that's what happened."

Shen Mingchuan sneered: "He thinks he can control me."

The old man has been used to calling the wind and calling the rain all his life, and his personality is very strong, but Shen Mingchuan is not a fuel-efficient lamp, otherwise, if he were Shen Mingyan, it would probably be a matter of course.

"That's why my aunt and Qianqian's relationship with Qianqian also had this purpose."

Shen Mingchuan nodded.

Wen Ran asked curiously: "In your wealthy family, marriage really has such a big effect."

"Why not, strengthen the relationship, tie everyone to the same rope, and the interests will coexist." Shen Mingchuan sneered, obviously disdainful of this kind of behavior.

"The waters of a wealthy family are deep." Wen Ran sighed.

"Let's not talk about that," Shen Mingchuan started the car and said, "Whatever you want to eat, I'll take you there."

"That's it, whatever you want."

Shen Mingchuan pondered for a while, "Then I'll take you to a place."

"it is good."

Wen Ran thought that the place Shen Mingchuan would take him to must be a high-end place that was either rich or expensive, but it turned out to be a restaurant that was a little more refined than ordinary, and the decorations couldn't be called high-end.

It was already afternoon, it was already past the meal time, and there were only a few customers in the restaurant.

Shen Mingchuan hugged Fanfan who fell asleep after eating, walked into the store with Wen Ran, and said to the waiter who received them: "I'm looking for Boss Liao."

Wen Ran was wearing a mask, the waiter saw Shen Mingchuan's eyes lit up, and scanned back and forth several times while he and Wen Ran still had trouble, almost screaming, but was scared back by Shen Mingchuan's cold face, and hurriedly said : "Okay, Shen, Mr. Shen, please wait a moment."

The boss is a middle-aged woman in her 50s. When she saw Shen Mingchuan, she seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then came out to greet her enthusiastically: "It's Xiao Shen. I didn't dare to recognize it when I saw it. Are you passing by or are you here for dinner?"

"For dinner, Aunt Liao, please give us a quiet private room."

"Yes, yes," Aunt Liao said, and looked at Wen Ran and Fanfan who were wearing masks repeatedly, "This...is your lover and child."

Shen Mingchuan nodded.

"I said it looks familiar, so it's..." Aunt Liao probably sensed that this is a public place, and it's inconvenient to reveal Wen Ran's identity, so she hurriedly said, "Sit inside first, this way."

The decoration of the small private room in the restaurant was fresh and clean. After putting Fanfan in the stroller and sleeping well, the two sat down. Aunt Liao asked the waiter of the restaurant to serve them tea, brought the menu and put it on the table.

"You haven't come for a long time. I thought you had forgotten about my little place. If you want to eat, Aunt Liao will cook for you in the kitchen."

"Then trouble Aunt Liao," Shen Mingchuan said, looking at Wen Ran, "What do you want to eat, tell Aunt Liao, you're welcome, Aunt Liao is very good at cooking."

Huh?Does the boss cook in person? This treatment is a bit good.

Wen Ran flipped through the menu in front of him, and found that they were all home-cooked dishes, the ones that are often found in small restaurants on the street, and said with a smile: "Fat beef in sour soup, leek box and fried vegetables, other Mingchuan dishes Ready."

Shen Mingchuan said: "Salt-baked shrimp and mushrooms, cumin pork ribs, hibiscus tofu, and a soup. The staple food is a chive box, and then some rice, and a pinch of freshly squeezed juice."

Aunt Liao asked, "What juice would you like to drink?"

Shen Mingchuan looked at Wen Ran.

Wen Ran thought about Shen Mingchuan's taboo, and said, "Mango juice, go ice it."

"Hey, okay, then wait a moment, I'll make it for you right away."

Wen Ran smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble Aunt Liao."

After Aunt Liao went out, Wen Ran took a sip of water and said, "I didn't expect you to be familiar with this kind of place."

"I came here to eat every day when I was a child."

Wen Ran was startled, when Shen Mingchuan was a child, shouldn't the nanny serve him with delicious food and drink at home.

Wen Ran also came to this kind of place to eat, Wen Ran was full of curiosity about Shen Mingchuan's childhood: "Didn't your aunt cook at that time?"

"Yes, my parents used to start a business, they were busy with their careers, and they were worried that the nanny would abuse the children, so they left me with my grandpa and the others. I was a picky eater, and I didn't like most of the dishes cooked by the nanny, and they didn't care if I was full or not. , has always been an attitude of loving to eat and not eating. "

"It's so serious."

Wen Ran didn't expect this kind of scene to be staged on the children of rich families. He thought that people like Shen Mingchuan must have been doted on since childhood and lived like a little prince.

Shen Mingchuan chuckled: "You must find it incredible that the elementary school I went to was far away from the kindergarten that Mingyan went to, and the old man was afraid that Mingyan would starve, so the driver always sent Mingyan back to pick me up after class. I didn’t get home until after 7:[-] a.m., and they had already eaten at that time, and they didn’t ask the nanny to make it again, so they warmed up the leftovers for me to eat.”

"Where are Mom and Dad?"

"My parents don't live together, and they are really busy with work. I don't have time to take care of myself. Where can I take care of me? I am the kind of person who is very stubborn and will not complain. My parents only knew about my plight."

No wonder Shen Mingchuan would tell old man Shen that not caring about it doesn't mean he doesn't remember, he actually remembers these trivial things clearly, but he is strong enough now, so there is no need to care about the past.

Wen Ran said distressedly: "You should have told your parents earlier, how uncomfortable it is to starve your stomach at such a young age."

"When my parents found out, they regretted it so much that they took me home and asked the restaurant owner next to the school, Aunt Liao, to cook lunch and dinner for me alone. If my mother was too busy to come over after eating, I would come over Do my homework here and wait for her to pick me up."

Is it like this, Wen Ran looked at the environment of the restaurant: "It must be full of your childhood memories."

"It all happened 20 years ago. I don't know how many times it has been renovated and expanded a lot. It used to be a palm-sized restaurant."

Listening to what he said, Wen Ran put her hands on her chin and said sincerely, "You are so kind."

The environment creates a man, but it doesn't turn him into someone he doesn't like. This person is still so good, so he likes it.

Shen Mingchuan chuckled lightly, and said: "If I don't perish in silence, I will perish in silence. If it didn't cause stomach problems, maybe I would become perverted one day."

"You won't." Wen Ran said firmly.

"Believe me so much. Speaking of it, I did do something that lost points - together with Cheng An, I punctured the old man's four wheels and leaked air."

"Pfft!" Wen Ran didn't expect Shen Mingchuan to be so naughty, so he gave a thumbs up and said, "Nice job."

......

The meals full of Shen Mingchuan's childhood memories are really good. Aunt Liao's cooking skills are great. If I have to use an adjective, it probably means the taste of my mother in my memory.

After the meal, Aunt Liao also sent a fruit plate, fresh cut mangoes, kiwis, as well as cherries, red grapes, cherry tomatoes, etc., are all sour fruits. .

Shen Mingchuan met such a thoughtful and caring person in his childhood, and it was a blessing among misfortunes.

When the two were eating fruit, Aunt Liao knocked on the door and came in again, and asked with a smile, "Does it suit your appetite?"

Wen Ran nodded, and said sincerely: "It's very delicious, your cooking skills are really good."

"It's good for you to get used to it, but I'll make a fool of myself. I haven't done it for a long time, and my hands are raw."

Wen Ran saw that she was the same, as the proprietress, she probably didn't need to cook by herself, it was because the customer was Shen Mingchuan that she was honored.

Shen Mingchuan said, "Aunt Liao, sit down."

"Hey," Aunt Liao was not polite, and sat down on a chair beside her, rubbing the things in her hands a little embarrassedly, "My daughter just likes Mr. Wen very much. I wonder if Mr. Wen can sign her name. And the little girls in our store all like you."

Just as Wen Ran looked at the familiar "tools" in her hands, she knew the purpose of her coming in this time, "Of course it's no problem, it's easy."

Aunt Liao was overjoyed: "Then please trouble Mr. Wen, thank you very much."

Wen Ran took the things in her hands, some were cute little notebooks, some were beautiful letterheads, they were all brand new, they should have gone out to buy them when they were having dinner just now.

"Are they all girls? Did you say anything to write about?"

"They're all girls. I didn't say anything. Just sign your name. It doesn't need to be too much trouble."

After all, she didn't know her very well, so Aunt Liao was a little embarrassed to bother him for too long.

Then he played at will.

After coming out of Aunt Liao's shop, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Mingchuan asked him: "What did you just write, it took so long to write."

Originally, it only took less than one minute to sign the name, but Wen Ran took about ten minutes to write it. Shen Mingchuan was calm on the surface, but he was actually quite curious about the content in his heart.

As long as Wen Ran wrote it, he wanted to read it.

"I just sent them a blessing or a sentence or something. I couldn't think of so many words for a while, so I wrote it for a while."

Shen Mingchuan laughed: "If you are so serious, you are exhausting your own happy fans."

"I've never been so distracted before."

It's just because this time, facing not only his fans, but also people who are closely related to Shen Mingchuan, his intention is actually to give Shen Mingchuan face.

With Fanfan, he came out to show off his cuteness, and the atmosphere eased up again.

Uncle Shen regained his composure, patted Shen Mingchuan on the shoulder, and whispered to Shen Mingchuan: "Today is the old man's 85th birthday, and he is such an old man, so let's take it as a blessing for his nephew and grandson, so don't argue with him." .”

Shen Mingchuan snorted coldly, at least he didn't say anything more.

They didn't pay birthday greetings or presents, but Mr. Shen had to give out red envelopes. Shen Mingchuan took three red envelopes without changing his face, and Wen Ran was overwhelmed by him.

It is also fortunate that Shen Mingchuan has a high status, otherwise this kind of behavior would have been gossiped and said to be dead.

But then again, Shen Mingchuan doesn't care what others say about him at all, it's always you who have the ability to come face to face with me, otherwise, no matter how much you push back, I won't look at you and waste my eyes.

An idol like Wen Ran who has a lot of burdens can't be so open-minded, so Wen Ran especially admires Father Shen's style.

"Come, come, sit, sit down and drink tea." Uncle Shen invited the two of them to sit in the inner room, and asked the people who came behind to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Shen to celebrate his birthday.

"Are you happy?" After Uncle Shen went out, there was no one else in the room, Shen Mingchuan asked Wen Ran.

"You are very happy."

Wen Ran and Mr. Shen have no hatred at all. Although the old man thinks he is an actor who can't stand on stage, he has never faced him face to face. Wen Ran was very angry and aggrieved at the time, but now that a few years have passed, it has faded away.

He's not that vindictive.

What's more, Shen's father and Shen's mother treated him like their own son, and that was enough. To him, old man Shen was called a grandfather, but he didn't have much contact with him, so he was not much different from an insignificant passerby.

Shen Mingchuan said with a low smile, "You are the only one who can make me happy."

This sentence was so evil, Wen Ran couldn't help but flashed an unsuitable picture in his mind, and his ears immediately became red.

However, Wen Ran said helplessly: "...Don't keep saying this in front of your son. You don't know how to speak now, but you will in the future. Go out and tell others, it's embarrassing to death."

Shen Mingchuan glanced at his silly son who innocently played with the gift from the old man, babbled and didn't know what he was talking about, and said, "Then I will tell him behind my back next time."

"..." Can he roll his eyes?

Wen Ran decided to ignore his words, hugged Fanfan with one hand, and took the red envelope that Shen Mingchuan casually placed on the coffee table with the other, and found that it was quite thick. When he opened it, there was a stack of Grandpa Mao. .

"The red envelope is quite big, why don't we give it a gift?" Wen Ran was quite embarrassed to take such a big red envelope from the old man without giving a gift.

"Don't worry, I asked Dad to prepare extra gifts, it's indispensable." Shen Mingchuan himself was at odds with the old man, but there was no shortage of gifts at all, and every year he would ask Father Shen to prepare an extra copy and send it over.

"Oh, that's good." Wen Ran felt a little relieved, and then looked at the thick stack of money inside the red envelope, "How much is this?"

He was very curious about what the number would be, but now he was still at someone's house, it would be too impolite and petty to count it out, and if someone ran in and saw it, he would be laughed out of his teeth.

"It should be 8500 cash, corresponding to his 85th birthday."

"...so rich." Although Wen Ran is also in the ranks of "rich people", he was still a little dumbfounded when he saw such a big red envelope sent out without money.

Why not just send a check.

"There are so many people who are close, and those who are far away are probably like 888, and the gift the old man received is definitely much more valuable than this red envelope."

That is true.

Shen Mingchuan hugged Fanfan who saw the red envelope in Wen Ran's hand and wanted to reach out for it after throwing away the things in his hands. Fanfan was a little unhappy that he didn't get it, and followed Wen Ran's hand with his eyes, but now he Very obedient, neither crying nor fussing, just watching pitifully.

Wen Ran sealed the red envelope and put it aside, seeing Fanfan's eyes that were about to cry, he smiled and said, "Good boy, that's not fun."

Fanfan couldn't understand, so he pursed his mouth and continued to read.

Shen Mingchuan pinched his face unceremoniously: "Why do you feel that you are quite good at pretending to be pitiful, huh?"

"Not all children are like this, don't pinch him, his face will turn red."

Fanfan is as good as he understands, his eyes immediately filled with tears according to the situation, as if crying for you.

Seeing this, Wen Ran immediately felt distressed, and hugged him again, coaxing and kissing him.

"..." Shen Mingchuan stared at Wen Ran's arms with heavy eyes, looking aggrieved.

Will you pretend to be good at such a young age?Hello little boy!

"Big brother."

At this moment, a person came from the room, Shen Mingyan, the son of Second Uncle Shen.

Shen Mingyan and Wen Ran were in the same age, although Shen Mingchuan didn't like Mr. Shen and his uncle's generation, he had no objection to Shen Mingyan. We were brothers, so there was no need to make the relationship so rigid.

Uncle Shen gave birth to two daughters, and Shen Mingyan had only one son.

As the only son in the family, Shen Mingyan has no business savvy. He has a simple mind and well-developed limbs, and he is good at playing football. Unfortunately, his dream of becoming a football player has just sprouted, and he was strangled to death in the cradle by his father.

Shen Mingyan has always been careless, and when he saw Fanfan who was about to cry or not, he said, "Why are you crying, baby Fanfan? Did someone bully you? Uncle beat him for you?"

Shen Mingchuan raised his eyebrows: "How do you play?"

Shen Mingyan saw this posture and knew it must be this master, and hurriedly said with a smile: "I'm coaxing my nephew to play, you and Brother Ran didn't tell me in advance if you wanted to come over, I just made a new girlfriend, and I still want to I showed it to you."

Hearing this, Wen Ran smiled and said, "Didn't your girlfriend bring it to celebrate your grandfather's birthday?"

Shen Mingyan's expression collapsed when he heard this: "I dare not."

Shen Mingchuan exposed him mercilessly: "You are proficient in everything, and there are things you dare not do?"

"She, she is a singer. Grandpa knows that she will break my leg."

Wen Ran: "..."

In this year's class of your grandchildren, Mr. Qishen is really better than the other.

Shen Mingchuan was also amused: "Do you think you have a long life or do you want to be kicked out of the house for fun?"

"I really like her."

"You tell the old man about that."

"I just wanted to tell him that I never had the right opportunity."

Shen Mingchuan raised his eyebrows: "You really aren't afraid of death."

Shen Mingyan looked a little shy: "I have already slept with her, and I have to be responsible to her."

Shen Mingchuan said gently: "..."

You are quite innocent!

"Brother, did you have any experience in dealing with the old man when you were with Brother Ran, please pass it on to me."

"Be straight and straight. The old man is not you, so it can mean that you are not successful. How old are you, and you can't influence your marriage?"

"I just can't bear it." After all, Mr. Shen treated him very well.

Shen Mingchuan didn't want to get involved in this matter at all, Mr. Shen had a strong desire to control the younger generation, and Shen Mingyan was not him, so he couldn't be as deviant as he was, and it was impossible to sever the relationship.

And if Shen Mingyan had a falling out with his family because of this matter, Shen Mingyan who lost his identity as Second Young Master Shen would be an ordinary person, and with his ability, he probably wouldn't starve his wife and children to death.

At that time, the actress may not be willing to be with him.

At this moment, the nanny walked in with the help of the old man. Shen Mingyan was taken aback. He didn't know if the old man heard it, so he hurriedly got up: "Grandpa."

"Well," Mr. Shen looked normal, and was helped by the nanny to sit down on a padded stool, "Go and help entertain the guests, don't be lazy here."

"Oh." Seeing that the old man didn't hear, Shen Mingyan breathed a sigh of relief, "Then big brother Ran, I'm leaving first."

After Shen Mingyan went out, the old man asked the nanny to go out as well, and said to Wen Ran: "There are pre-dinner snacks outside, Xiao Ran will take you with me..."

"No need," Shen Mingchuan knew that Old Man Shen was going to push Wen Ran away to talk to him, so he said expressionlessly, "There is nothing Xiao Ran can't listen to."

Seeing that he was protecting Wen Ran so much, Mr. Shen couldn't force him to go out, so he had to give up.

"This is Jiutai's share transfer agreement. I will transfer the remaining 5% of my shares to you. Consider it a gift from me to Fanfan."

It is not a secret that Mr. Shen still has 5% of the shares in his hand, but he will give it to Shen Mingchuan, which is worth pondering.

It turned out that this was the so-called generous gift, and it was indeed quite generous. Although Jintai was in the hands of his uncle, it was not doing well, and as a traditional enterprise, it was facing difficulties in transformation.

But the market price of Jintai's shares is not very low, and any rich person can't spend so much real money to buy these 5% shares.

Facing the temptation of such a generous gift, Shen Mingchuan didn't appreciate it at all, and said, "Thank you for having such a heart, but my son doesn't need it."

Old Man Shen paused, obviously he didn't expect Shen Mingchuan to be so stubborn, he thought that Shen Mingchuan's eyes must have jumped at him with glowing eyes because of the quickness with which he took the red envelope just now.

He was also a little angry: "I gave it to my great-grandson, not to you."

"Your great-grandson is my son. Before he has the ability to act, I have the right to act on his behalf."

Wen Ran, who had been listening by the side, was terrified, feeling like he was watching sparks hit the earth. Neither of these two were submissive masters, but Mr. Shen was so old, Wen Ran was really afraid that Shen Mingchuan would make him angry.

Shen Mingchuan is not someone who is disobedient and disrespectful to the elderly. Shen Mingchuan respects his grandparents, as well as the pair of old Suns on the mountain before. For some reason, he seems to be a different person when he comes to Mr. Shen's side.

Probably, it is the deepest responsibility of hatred.

Mr. Shen sighed faintly, and then took a soft breath: "To tell you the truth, a while ago, I was diagnosed with cancer, and I don't have much time left. I have lived to such an age, and I am also bearish on life and death. There are still some things that I can't let go of, and I'm afraid that if I let go like this, I won't be able to deal with them properly."

Wen Ran's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and he subconsciously looked at Shen Mingchuan again, for fear that he would say congratulatory words.

Fortunately, Shen Mingchuan was not so cold-blooded, he just said coldly: "You don't need to play the emotional card with me."

Old Man Shen continued on his own, "Your second uncle is incompetent, and Ming Yan is not good for management. I don't want to see our Shen family's property fall into their hands."

Shen Mingchuan just laughed: "When you transferred 24% of Jintai's shares to your second uncle and asked him to take over as the chairman, you never thought about who will die in the Shen family's property."

"I was confused back then. The main reason was that Yuancong's strength was comparable to Jintai's at that time. I was worried that your father would not be able to control so much. Besides, even if I was wrong about this matter, for you, except for Xiaoran's matter, , I will treat others fairly, and if there is Ming Yan, there will be yours."

Facing the old man's blatant evasion and whitewashing behavior, Shen Mingchuan didn't even bother to be sarcastic, and said directly: "Grandpa, I don't care about those things when I was young, but it doesn't mean I don't remember. If you show affection to each other, you can also be a good friend." Superficial relatives."

Mr. Shen froze.

Shen Mingchuan stood up: "In terms of Jintai's affairs, it is better to choose a capable CEO instead of working hard on me. I don't have that leisure time and I don't have that interest."

Jintai wants to continue to develop, and transformation is a matter of time. However, such an old company does not turn around at will, and there must be thorns ahead.

Besides, Second Uncle Shen now owns about 33% of Jintai's shares, whether it belongs to their family or theirs, Shen Mingchuan has no interest in making wedding clothes for others at all.

Until his death, the old man was still planning for Shen's second son's future.

Although the husband and wife said they came here to eat and drink, they didn't really have much appetite. Wen Ran kept worrying about not knowing the world and eating delicious food, and he didn't move his chopsticks a few times.

"This baked king crab with cheese is not bad, you should eat more." Seeing that Wen Ran didn't eat much, Shen Mingchuan thoughtfully offered him food for fear that he would be hungry.

"Oh." Wen Ran didn't actively hold up the chopsticks, and slowly ate the food Shen Mingchuan gave him.

"no appetite?"

"Not hungry yet." Wen Ran said with a smile.

Shen Mingchuan probably also knew the reason why he couldn't eat, and said: "Be patient for now, we will go back after sitting down for a while."

"Ah."

It wasn't that Shen Mingchuan didn't want to take Wen Ran away, but that the people at their table were some elders who were relatively close to their family. It was one thing that he couldn't get along with Mr. Shen, but these elders had to give face.

As Shen Mingchuan said before, no one can fight alone, relationships and connections are the number one resource.

The elders at the same table were used to the affection between their husband and wife, seeing that Shen Mingchuan was serving food for Wen Ran, and the two were whispering in whispers, they all praised their affection, and the atmosphere at the table was quite happy.

But there are always people who are not interested.

A person at the same table who was about the same age as Shen Mingchuan raised his wine glass to him, and said in a familiar tone: "Mingchuan, let's have a drink. Speaking of which, I almost became your brother-in-law, haha."

Oh brother-in-law?Wen Ran lightly pinched Shen Mingchuan's thigh under the table, and when was it a romantic debt?

Shen Mingchuan grabbed his hand under the table, patted it reassuringly, and glanced at the person again, but he didn't recognize him.

This person said this is a common way of getting acquainted with people with low EQ. Considering the elders at the table, Shen Mingchuan didn't intend to clink glasses with him, but his tone was pretty good: "There are many people who want to be my brother-in-law but fail go."

But the other party didn't wink: "Hey, it's a pity that there is no such fate. My sister still misses you from time to time. Think about it, didn't you have a good impression of each other when you met at that time? Why didn't it work out?"

If what you said just now was a familiarity, then what you said is causing trouble. Wen Ran pinched him again, and this time he used his strength. Shen Mingchuan was painfully pinched by him, and there was joy in the pain. Of course he doesn't care.

The elders at the same table also heard that something was wrong, Shen Mingchuan's cousin smoothed things over and said: "There is nothing to say about this kind of old sesame seeds and rotten millet. Come, eat, eat."

The man laughed and put down his wine glass, and said, "Am I just sorry? After all, Ming Chuan is such an excellent person. Maybe it's because my sister is too reserved, that's why you didn't fall in love with me."

Everyone's breathing was stagnant, this person really wasn't afraid of death, even the cousin who smoothed things over looked hopeless and waiting for death.

This insinuates that Wen Ran is not reserved and should not be too obvious.

Wen Ran snorted softly: "Ugly people often do mischief."

His voice was not loud, but Shen Mingchuan heard it. Looking at the man who seemed to be quite complacent, his pupils shrank, and he said coldly: "Not to mention that I don't know who Lingmei is, I just know that she has you." A brother who can't stand on the stage will not consider her, and it will be embarrassing."

Then, he said to the elders present: "Uncles and uncles, continue, Xiao Ran and I will take our leave first."

Shen Mingchuan found a reason to leave, stood up unambiguously, and said to the man with an ugly face, "Also, I don't know you, don't be so affectionate by name, you can call me Mr. Shen whatever they want, or Mr. Shen."