"You're looking for me just because I'm pregnant with your child, aren't you?"

Shen Yu looked sideways at her and nodded without hesitation: "Yes." ”

Jiang Qiuman laughed self-deprecatingly.

Why bother asking such a question, and let yourself be humiliated again.

As if seeing through her thoughts, Shen Yu continued: "Don't be cranky, take care of yourself. ”

Throwing down these words, Shen Yu returned to the first-class seat in front of him.

Jiang Qiuman was in the business class on the ferry. There were only seven or eight people in the huge carriage. She sat in her position, looking at the seascape that kept passing by outside the window without blinking, but all that echoed in her ears was the sound of Shen Yu's 'yes'.

There is no nostalgia, and there is no warmth.

It's more unforgiving than the snow in winter.

For a long time, she laughed self-deprecatingly, and her eyes were full of ridicule.

The ferry arrives at the Shanghai Tang pier in no time.

Shanghai is completely different from Jiangsu. The city is thriving, fashion and tradition coexist, the trend of the concession, and the atmosphere of the alley, forming a strong but harmonious conflict, which is the temperament that belongs to Shanghai.

Along the harbor, you can see towering Western buildings, and you can also see the red-walled brick shikumen, which are covered with various posters, and the buildings are scattered among each other. Pedestrians on the street include young women with curly hair and cheongsams, men in suits and leather shoes, and old-fashioned people still wearing late Qing Dynasty jackets, walking in a hurry.

The city is inclusive and intermingled like never before. Jiang Qiuman watched for a while, and couldn't help but have infinite hope in his heart.

Alive. Be sure to live well. As long as you live, there is hope.

She clenched her fists and vowed to live well, for her brother and for herself.

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The sunken house is located at No. 18, Guannan Lane, west of the city. It is an old-fashioned Jiangnan house that occupies a large area. Begonia trees are planted at the door and in the backyard, and the begonia flowers are in bloom or red, which is eye-catching.

The whole house occupies a huge area, and it is an old-fashioned mansion gate. There are many slaves, full of antiques, but there is only one master, Shen Yu.

Shen Yu took Jiang Qiuman towards the back house, but as soon as he walked into the backyard, he saw a delicate girl wearing a begonia-colored cheongsam, standing under the begonia tree with a smile, looking at Shen Yu with a smile.

The red cherries embroidered on the hem of the cheongsam skirt are contrasted with the begonia petals scattered all over the place, revealing a different kind of beauty.

Jiang Qiuman's footsteps were light, and he couldn't help but look at Shen Yu.

Shen Yu seemed to receive Jiang Qiuman's eyes, and said expressionlessly: "This is Jinchun, and she is responsible for the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the entire house." ”

As he spoke, Jin Chun had already walked up to them and bowed to Shen Yuyingying: "Young Master." ”

Her waist is extremely thin, but her breasts are large, and her eyebrows and eyes are soft, and anyone who looks at her wants to protect her.

Shen Yu was wearing a treasure blue horse coat, which was loose and loose, lined with smooth cheeks, and had a slender figure. The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose remain unchanged, and he looks polite in writing.

Jin Chun walked up to him, worried and distressed, and said, "It's only been a few days since I went out, and the young master has lost weight, so he must not have rested well." The slave has boiled your favorite shredded chicken in the kitchen, and will bring it to the studio for you. ”

Shen Yu nodded: "En." ”

As if he had just seen Jiang Qiuman at this time, Jin Chun's eyes flickered, and he was puzzled: "This is ......"

Jiang Qiuman didn't speak.

Shen Yu looked at Jiang Qiuman, for a while, and said, "Concubine." ”

As he spoke, Jin Chun's face was stunned, and a flash of surprise quickly flashed in his eyes.

And Jiang Qiuman's face was also pale. She pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Jinchun placed Jiang Qiuman all the way to a small remote courtyard in the northwest corner of the back house. and called two other little maids to take care of Jiang Qiuman's diet and daily life.

Jin Chun glanced at Jiang Qiuman deeply, and then retreated.

Jiang Qiuman's foot injury is not yet healed, so he still can't do without crutches. Right now, she was struggling to pack her personal belongings in the room, and she didn't look at Shen Yu much.

Shen Yu sat on the bed, watched coldly, and sneered for a while: "You adapt quickly." ”

Jiang Qiuman was stunned, and packed up the belly pocket and chest sticker in the suitcase little by little, and put them in the closet.

The belly pocket was embroidered with various fancy styles of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, which made Shen Yu recall in a trance the night when he and Jiang Qiuman were husband and wife.