All for Rebirth [Quick Transmigration]

The next day, at the dinner table.

The adjutant stood straight, but his eyes were not so straight.

It's right between Shen Anling and Song Pei, swimming around, wrapping both of them in.

Still can't figure it out.

Why did Shen Shuai bring this person back?

And last night, too, was weird.

Obviously walked for a long time, but suddenly turned around and went back.

When we arrived at Minghualou, the time was just right.

Heroes save beauty.

Simply the best show of the night.

It's even more beautiful than the real and fake Boss Feng's one.

It's just that the audience is slightly less, so it probably won't spread.

It's not over yet.

He even brought him back directly.

Bring it back, forget it.

He even slept in the same room and bed with someone.

Sleeping in a bed also...

No no no, stop stop.

There's a lot going on here.

If he wanted something else, he wouldn't have the face to go back and deal with Da||shuai.

But it's shameless enough for now.

Shen Shuai, who is well rooted and seedling red, is pitiful. He came to Shangcheng, and he went awry.

The adjutant thought of Cheng Mengyi, and then Lu Yueqi.

My heart hurts a lot.

These two women are simply a disaster.

Let's see what dragged my Shuai Shen down.

After Song Pei scooped up the last spoonful of porridge, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

After wiping, fold it up and put it there.

Shen Anling caught a glimpse, but didn't speak.

I'm still stuck in my heart.

Early in the morning, when I woke up, I found that there was an extra person in my bed.

It's indescribable.

When asked how this person got here, he was very confident.

Said, you let me come.

Shen Anling frowned.

I asked you to come?

Yes.

The man blinked, his eyes still a little hazy.

But with an unexpected style.

Shen Anling withdrew her eyes and struggled a bit.

No more questions, just let people get up.

After washing up, we sat down and had breakfast together.

It's weird, yet harmonious.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Shen Anling pressed the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief.

No solution.

Can't think of an answer.

After breakfast, Shen Anling and the adjutant went into the study to work.

In contrast, Song Pei is very comfortable.

Just curled up on the sofa, trying to catch up on sleep.

Shen Anling wakes up early in the morning, she is purely military||man style, speaking of it, she just wakes up, not a bad bed at all.

She can't.

It's all used by Xi Qinglan.

Sleepy?OK, let's sleep for a while.

Want to stay in bed?Okay, okay, I'll stay with you, good boy.

The corner of the mouth turned up, Song Pei really fell asleep on the sofa.

No burden at all.

Can be magnanimous, can be frank.

A comparison, the two people in the room will not work.

Shen Anling leaned on the table, rubbing her forehead, "Did you see her go into my room last night?"

The adjutant replied crisply: "I see."

"Then why didn't you stop her?"

The adjutant paused for a second, ready to check the situation before answering.

Unexpectedly, Shen Shuai was very stable, without any expression, so he couldn't guess his mood.

Sighing in his heart, the adjutant said: "...you told her to come over."

This time it was Shen An's turn to pause for a second, and take a break.It was a little unbelievable, "It was me who told her to go in?"

The adjutant nodded, affirming, "Yes."

That's right, you were the one who called people over first.

That's why I didn't stop...

I'm afraid that something good that can't be said will be ruined.

Unexpectedly, tsk.

You act like it never happened.

Well, it's best if it never happened, so I can explain it to my boss.

It's just that, if something really happened, he insisted on pretending that nothing happened.

Certainly not.

My own Shen Shuai is someone who wants to stand upright.

Can not be irresponsible.

Shen Anling rubbed her temples, feeling very headache, "It's nothing to me and her, don't think too much about it."

Adjutant: "Yes."

Hey young man, thin-skinned, I understand, I understand.

Shen Anling: "..."

What a mess.

At noon, there were still three people at the dinner table.

Two are sitting and one is standing.

Song Pei rubbed his eyes, he had just been woken up by Shen Anling, and he didn't get out of trouble.

After the servants put the food on the table, they retreated quietly, not daring to disturb them.

Shen Anling took the chopsticks and started to eat.

The movements are not only graceful, but also fast.

Song Pei held the bowl, looked at her, and then at the dishes.

No appetite, just sleepy.

Shen Anling raised his eyebrows, swallowed the food in his mouth, and spoke for the first time in the middle of the meal.

The words are also very concise, just two words: "Eat."

Hearing this, Song Pei fell asleep and nodded, oh.

Picking up the bowl and holding the chopsticks, there is no restraint at all.

The adjutant nodded secretly, yes.

Zhuang but not timid, he is still worthy of Shen Shuai.

If Shen Shuai insists, well, he can also help.

If it doesn't work, go and invite Director Cheng and her wife to go home as guests.

Putting those two there will be the most effective.

After lunch, Song Pei came to feel refreshed and no longer sleepy.

Sip tea and ask, "When are we going to get things?"

Shen Anling was puzzled, "Where can I get it?"

Song Pei blinked, "Minghualou, you promised me yesterday."

yesterday?

Shen Anling frowned. She didn't have much memory of what happened yesterday, only some vague figures, and she couldn't remember the specifics.

Never before has this been the case.

Or maybe it was Feng Qiyan's problem.

After all, this situation started after meeting this person.

There is also the report submitted by the previous team.

Said to have found a || spy.

But before he could find out, the line was broken.

Someone is deliberately manipulating.

She has to check it out.

Song Pei saw the seriousness on her face, and asked, "Aren't you going?"

Hey, it’s okay not to go, it’s just a pity.

After all, the original owner had a lot of money.

I don't know how to save it.

Shen Anling touched the body of the cup, and heard Song Pei's unbearable disappointment, and his heart moved.

"go."

"Really? Then when shall we go?"

"Go now. Prepare the car."

The adjutant knocked his heels and saluted, "Yes!"

Well done Well done.

Shen Shuai is worthy of being Shen Shuai.

The adjutant moved quickly, and quickly prepared the car, and drove the two of them to Minghualou.

The Minghualou was bleak, especially the theater troupe, which was very bleak.

The theater troupe owner reported to Xiao Huzi and begged him to think of a way.

Mustache glared at him, you beg me?I beg you, please, my building has been safely and steadily opened for these years, but it was destroyed in your hands.

How do you want to compensate me?

Yesterday, he was still the one I wiped your ass for you.

The troupe leader wiped his sweat, yes, thank you for your hard work, but I really can't do anything about it.

You were also present, and you listened, Feng Qiyan said that it was fine to quit the Liyuan.

What can I do, go beg her?Well, let me tell you the truth, I don't even know where to ask now.

Mustache rolls his eyes, you know it and dare not go.

The troupe master pretended not to hear.

Hehe, how dare he go to Shuai Shen's residence in Beicheng?

Mustache stroked his beard along and gave advice.

As for you, don't open this theater troupe, anyway, you lost all your face last night, so what are you doing?

Simply, go back to your hometown to retire.

How nice it is to be quiet.

The troupe owner looked like he was crying, no way, there are still a lot of people to support.

He's gone, what are these people going to do?

The mustache twirled and pointed, laughed, what else could he do, and went their separate ways.

Anyway, they are all capable people, so they don't have to worry about not being able to find another home.

The theatrical troupe owner couldn't bear the money he could get, and wanted to argue again, so a doorman came to report.

Said someone was coming.

Find the troupe master.

The theater troupe master turned around, looking for me?who?

The door boy said, it was Shuai Shen who came last night, and Boss Feng.

Oh no, Boss Feng quit Liyuan, now he should change his words and call Mr. Feng.

Mustache patted the troupe master on the shoulder, so he could do it for himself.

I can't help you.

The troupe master's calves trembled, and his heart was panicked.

Damn, why did these two ancestors come together?

Could it be that last night, feeling unrelieved, you came here specially?

No, he has to tie up Liu Changyin again, um, it looks sincere.

So waiting for Song Pei to enter the door, he saw Liu Changyin who was gagged again, tied with a rope, and had red eyes.

Song Pei: "..."

Does this class leader have any special hobbies?

Liu Changyin murmured excitedly, moving towards Song Pei.

The adjutant didn't move, just waiting.

However, did not wait.

Shen Anling didn't move, and didn't intend to protect Song Pei at all.

It was Song Pei himself who took two steps back and stood behind her.

The adjutant shook his head inwardly.

No way, such a good opportunity, why not take it.

Fortunately, the other is quite sensible.

The adjutant was very pleased.

With Shen Shuai in front of her as a shield, Liu Changyin didn't dare to jump around anymore.

Hey, there is no way.

This handsome Shen is really overwhelming.

The theater troupe leader tremblingly stepped forward and asked the two of you if there was anything you could do.

Song Pei leaned forward a little against the person, and said, "Yes, I'll come back to get my things."

Shen Anling frowned and didn't move.

She has not been so close to anyone for a long time.

I can't say I like the weight on my back, but I don't hate it either.

Let her lean on, it seems nothing.

Withdrawing the distracted thoughts, things in the house are still going on.

The theater troupe leader continued to tremble, but he didn't give up, and continued to ask, are you really not coming back and singing opera again?

Song Pei nodded, yes, no more singing.

It's a pity that she can't use such a good voice.

The troupe owner didn't believe it, so he got a little courageous, and dared to force him to ask: Tell me, do you have a next family?Did you just find this excuse after looking down on me?

Song Pei got annoyed and nodded.

Well, that's right, you're right, let's go.

The host of the theater troupe was as expected, and then asked which company it was, and he would go to see if it was qualified enough to receive you, Boss Feng.

Song Pei blinked and asked, "Do you really want to know?"

The troupe master sure.

You must know that he is going to find someone to settle the score!

Song Pei bent his mouth, got up from Shen Anling, stood beside him, pointed his thumb at Shen Anling.

The theatrical troupe advocated opening their mouths, what does this mean?

"My next home."

The adjutant applauded in his heart, well said!

The troupe owner had a look of disbelief.

how can that be possible.

Who is he? He is Shuai Shen from Beicheng.

No matter what, you can't ask for someone from a troupe, right?

This is not right.

Shen Anling stood there with a sullen face and let the air cool down.

Everyone present, except Song Pei, was shivering from the cold, and then ran away without a trace.

Probably looking for a place to warm up.

Song Pei doesn't care about this, she is going to take over the original owner's property.

Shen Anling followed her into the house and watched her tidy up.

The adjutant did not go in.

Hey, it's always necessary to create opportunities for the two of them.

Old Mrs. Shen had spoken a few years ago, asking Shuai Shen to take someone home, otherwise he wouldn't have to enter the house again.

You can be cruel.

Song Pei found a piece of strong cloth, spread it on the bed, and put all the treasures he found on it.

What pearl bracelets, gemstone ring necklaces, and well-protected bottles, well, take them all away.

Shen Anling looked at the pile of things on the cloth, and sighed inwardly.

"It's all fake, don't bring it with you."

Song Pei paused, fake?

Can't you?

It all looks real.

Shen Anling didn't say it a second time, just had a look of love to believe it or not.

Song Pei sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the things on the cloth, feeling a little worried.

Shen Anling scanned the row of costumes on the hanger, and said, "These costumes are pretty good."

Song Pei squeezed his fingers, of course it's not bad.

Renyuan is the lead singer, and he sings so well, how many people are rushing to deliver things.

Not to mention the costumes, but the faces and the like are all given away by someone who is willing to throw money at them.

But, why did you originally accept a bunch of fakes?

What kind of weird habit is this?

Hey, forget it.

Shen Anling saw that Song Pei had knotted the cloth diagonally, all the things were inside, and nothing was taken out.

With a frown, he asked, "Do you still want these things?"

Song Pei nodded, "Yes, yes."

If you can deceive the original owner, you might be able to deceive others as well.

What if in the future... Well, anyway, it might be useful, right?

After rummaging for a while, finding everything that could be taken away, Shen Anling called the adjutant to come in and pick up the things.

The adjutant looked at it, seven or eight packages were enough.

Hey, just right, anyway, they have to return to Beicheng in two or three days.

Da||Shuai reminded him several times, Mr. Shen's birthday is coming soon, and Shuai Shen has to go back to celebrate his birthday.

It took several trips, and after moving things, the car was fully stuffed before it was finished.

Mustache hid and did not dare to come out.

Hey, if you can't provoke it, you can't hide it.

Anyway, Shen Shuai is not often in Shangcheng, so he has to leave sooner or later.

The troupe owner didn't dare to show up again.

Just now, when he confronted Feng Qiyan in front of Shen Shuai, Shen Shuai's face was too scary, he had all the courage back then, but now he has run out.

I'm going to be scared to death.

Where did I get the courage to just now?

To actually insult someone in front of Shen Shuai, he's going to die.

Cheng's study.

Cheng Mengyi held the telegram in one hand, and put the other on the desk, tapping twice with his fingers.

"Is this news really from over there?"

The man in black in front of the case nodded, "Yes."

"Then I have to meet that person in person, prepare the car."

"Yes."