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

Shen Qingchuan was sitting in Guan Boya's arms.

Meeting Guan Boya's long and narrow red phoenix eyes, Shen Qingchuan's eyes seemed to flash the hope of the floating clouds, the warm light on the edge of the clouds.

The clear sunlight shone on Guan Boya's eyeballs, showing a transparent and clear amber color, extremely beautiful, but his brows were cold, and when he looked at others, he always gave people a feeling of arrogance, coldness, and inaccessibility.

At this time, he looked at Shen Qingchuan, his eyes were as gentle as soft satin, but they were indeed silk that would bind and strangle people to death, soft but deadly, calmly insane.

Shen Qingchuan knew that what Guan Boya said was serious.

After staring for a while, Shen Qingchuan rubbed the tip of Guan Boya's nose with his nose, as if returning to the time when he fell in love with Miss Boya at first sight and pursued hard, softening his body to please the cold and arrogant Miss Boya.

Shen Qingchuan laughed like viburnum flowers, and the fragrance of snow fell on the ground. He was still a little bit amused, and said, "Where do you want to go, men and women, you will eat their jealousy."

Shen Qingchuan's tone was like a husband who hadn't returned home for a long time coaxing his lover, speaking softly, it was very comfortable to fall on people's hearts.

"I only like you, my Miss Boya."

Guan Boya privately thought that Shen Qingchuan's eyebrows and eyes were roughly similar to the love of the world, otherwise, he felt untouchable.

Guan Boya remained silent, looking at Shen Qingchuan's hand on his shoulder.

Shen Qingchuan's fingers are slender and slender, and the bones of his hand are extremely good, not as soft as a woman's, nor as broad as a man's, just like a pianist's carefully cared for hands.

Guan Boya picked it up, supported Shen Qingchuan's hand, and gently grasped Shen Qingchuan's fingertips, with a slight force on his teeth, like touching and biting, not very hard, and did not break the skin.

But Shen Qingchuan's slight gasp was still heard.

Seeing Shen Qingchuan frowning in pain, Guan Boya's mouth slightly raised, his voice low and magnetic, like a snake crawling slowly in the desolate desert, and the slight rustling of the snakeskin on his abdomen scratching the sand, he said, "But I want It’s not just about liking.”

He pressed against Shen Qingchuan's neck, and when he spoke, he exhaled like caressing and scratching, making Shen Qingchuan's Adam's apple dry.

"All I want is for you to love me."

"As much as I love you."

Guan Boya's gaze was like the burning moonlight, it seemed cold and burning, she squeezed Shen Qingchuan's eyes tightly, not letting him dodge in the slightest.

I like it, it’s too shallow, he wants his little Haitang to love him deeply, engrave his name into his flesh and blood, and never forget it forever, like a burnt dream, hard to dissipate even after waking up, the fiery red marks branded in the soul .

Facing Guan Boya's sudden confession, Shen Qingchuan's white face was as white as snow, and two pink clouds burned, and the tips of his ears seemed to turn red.

Maybe it's because she's not used to such straightforward emotional expressions, or maybe she thinks that Guan Boya's eyes are like the fine whirlpools propped up by boatmen on the reed lake with long poles, sparkling waves and wind shadows.

Shen Qingchuan turned his head slightly, his slightly drooping eyelashes were like white reeds swaying in the wind, leaving a shallow and extraordinarily gentle outline, rippling in people's hearts for no reason.

Shen Qingchuan tried to break up the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them with a joke, and said with a bright smile, "Of course I love you."

"If I didn't love you, I wouldn't come to the appointment."

Obtaining the promise, Guan Boya pressed against Shen Qingchuan's neck, sniffed and kissed softly, sighed extremely faintly, and then said in a low voice, "That's the best."

Hearing Guan Boya's tone, it seemed that she was not as aggressive as before.

As if a stone pressing on Shen Qingchuan's heart was kicked away by the wind, he breathed a sigh of relief and said curiously, "If I didn't come last night, what would happen to you?"

Guan Boya laughed extremely lightly, and the arc of her thin lips, like a sharp and thin sickle, said, "If you really don't come..."

"Then today there will be a sedan chair to go to Shen's residence."

"In any case, you are my little gentleman."

If Shen Qingchuan really didn't come, it was very likely that Shen Qingchuan's feelings for him had been shaken, and Guan Boya would wear a wedding dress to marry his little husband and return to the Yuhua mansion.

Shen Qingchuan called Shen's residence and said that he would stay outside for a few days, and temporarily entrusted Leng Qiudu to take care of the work of Xiling Newspaper.

In order to appease Guan Boya, Shen Qingchuan stayed in the Yuhua Mansion for four or five days, and spent almost every day rubbing hands with Guan Boya, lingering/lingering every day. Men are always inclined to the senses, and Guan Boya is entangled tightly, coveting Fresh.

It was just a few days in a row, Shen Qingchuan couldn't take it anymore, so he shirked that he was going back to work at Xiling Newspaper.

After lunch, Shen Qingchuan was going to Xiling Newspaper Office.

Guan Boya stood in the bedroom, helping Shen Qingchuan tie his tie, like a little wife making preparations for her husband.

Guan Boya was dressed in a light golden silk dress, and the emerald beads and flying red tassels hanging on the lapel were the lapel ornaments Shen Qingchuan chose for him. His hair was long like a waterfall, and he tied it in front of his left shoulder with a silk ribbon of the same color, like a pictorial The models and stars on the website are more beautiful.

It's just that he's taller than Shen Qingchuan, and with his aloof aura, he looks like a fairy under the moon blessing mortals, while Shen Qingchuan, who looks up to him, is a dishonest believer and wants to leave in a hurry.

Guan Boya's fingers accidentally touched the skin on the side of Shen Qingchuan's neck, there was a mark on it, the color was very dark, it seemed that he did it too hard last night.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, Shen Qingchuan's face was unharmed, but he didn't feel any tingling pain, but the white snow reflected the red plums, which was very eye-catching.

It's just that last night Shen Qingchuan was only willing to use his hands to explain that he was going to work, so he inevitably slapped him a little bit harder.

Guan Boya helped Shen Qingchuan lift up the collar of his shirt, which was hidden, and the crow-black hair on the back of the neck covered it. As long as you don't look carefully at the skin of Shen Qingchuan's neck, you won't find these marks.

"Mr. Shen, don't let me stay alone in the empty boudoir."

Shen Qingchuan waved his hand, planted a kiss on Guan Boya's cheek, turned around and left without looking back, very chic and unrestrained.

Guan Boya stood behind the window on the second floor, watching Shen Qingchuan leave step by step, until his figure was submerged into the bustling crowd.

Guan Boya sighed softly, and asked another person in the room.

"I don't look back, as if I have no nostalgia."

"Old Jiu, do you think Xiao Haitang regards me as a lover who can be thrown away at will?"

The big man with the scar was standing in a corner of the room, he was rough and not good at speaking.

He knew that Master Guan had been on a tight diet for the past few days, and Mr. Xiao Shen must have been in a panic to leave in such a hurry, wishing to escape for a while, but it was difficult for him to say this.

But seeing that Mr. Xiao Shen had only left for a short while, and Guan Ye was so depressed, he said comfortingly, "I see Mr. Xiao Shen's eyes, I must also like Guan Ye, Guan Ye need not be so worried."

"You don't understand, Xiao Haitang, he likes Miss Guan more."

Guan Boya also noticed something in the past few days, when he appeared in front of Shen Qingchuan wearing a women's cheongsam, Shen Qingchuan couldn't do without him.

"What's more, there are so many goblins outside, crazy bees, waves and butterflies, all wanting to eat him, I'm really worried."

Guan Boya held the long and thin tobacco rod in his hand, exhaled a puff of smoke, and spread it on his eyelashes.

"If you are worried, do you want me to send someone to follow Mr. Xiao Shen?" The man with the scar suggested.

"No need." Guan Boya directly refused. He understood Shen Qingchuan's temperament. Shen Qingchuan seemed gentle and kind, but he didn't like being controlled and monitored. His little Haitang had a lot of thoughts, so he sent someone to follow him. If he was discovered, he and There will be another crack in Xiao Haitang's relationship.

"By the way, how is that going?" Guan Boya asked after taking back the long tobacco rod, sitting on the chair at the desk.

"Guan Ye, I have made proper arrangements. The money for the Guan family's military supplies has already been remitted to Beiping. It's just..." the scarred man stopped at the end.

Recently, there has been unrest and wars are raging. All kinds of material resources, as well as intricate relations and forces need to be opened up with money.

"Just what?" Guan Boya asked.

"I heard that in Beiping, our people said that the money given to Young Master Guan was swallowed up by my family," said the big man with the scar.

"Huh, those old men in my family have always been greedy. Everything that passes through their hands will be scraped off with a layer of grease. It's just that the eldest brother is kind and reluctant to clean up." Guan Boya sneered twice. As expected.

"Cut the payment in half next time."

"Yes." The man with the scar knew that Master Guan was forcing the Young Master to clean up the house himself.

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Xiling Newspaper.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao has classes these days, but Leng Qiudu has already obtained the quota to go abroad. The teachers at the school think that he helps translate foreign academic books and sort out publications of Xiling Newspaper. It is helpful, and he is more relaxed, and often sends some academic books to the newspaper office for sorting out.

"Hello, Mr. Shen!" The newspaper seller was holding a stack of newspapers, and just about to run out, he bumped into Shen Qingchuan and hurriedly said hello.

Newspapers are selling very well today. The newspapers and periodicals published by Xiling Newspaper Office also have some good-looking cartoons, which are well-illustrated with pictures and popularize some knowledge of science, which are very popular among people.

The newspaper boy was only six or seven years old. He was illiterate, and he was originally a street boy who could only make a living by begging.

Thanks to Shen Qingchuan for running this newspaper, he earned a few coppers a day and was able to maintain his life. Mr. Shen also kindly sent them to a nearby orphanage so that they could have a house to live in and no longer have to live on the streets.

Although orphanages take in orphans, their capacity is limited and the people's livelihood is poor. There are many orphans wandering on the streets. They are slightly older, and they originally did not take in them.

But Shen Qingchuan donated a large sum of money to the orphanage, and an orphanage specially took them in.

Even some master craftsmen were invited to teach them how to velvet, weave, sew, etc., so that they can make a living and support themselves when they grow up.

"Candy for you." Shen Qingchuan took out a candy from his suit pocket, handed it to him, and stroked the top of the newspaper boy's hair.

The newspaper boy took the candy, thanked Shen Qingchuan loudly with great joy, and ran out with the newspaper in his arms.

Shen Qingchuan greeted the guy who distributed the newspapers, and walked up to the office on the second floor.

Leng Qiudu was the only one in the office, and he was sitting near the window. The sunlight-transmitting lattice windows fell on his gray robe, which had been washed many times, and the fabric was half-worn, but it gave off a clean and warm feeling.

But Leng Qiudu looks colder, his skin color is fairer than cold, his hair color is darker than sandalwood, and his eyes are also colder, like frost and snow melting into an ice crystal in his eyes, handsome and cold. Bamboo is like a cold mountain covered with frost and snow.

But now the clear sunlight seems to have melted away a bit of the coldness in him, Leng Qiudu focused on writing on the desk with a pen in his hand

For a moment, Shen Qingchuan seemed to return to the moment when he first met Leng Qiudu, that ballerina girl by the classroom curtain, as cold as snow.

Thinking about mistaking Leng Qiudu for a girl, it's really silly and funny, Shen Qingchuan laughed sullenly.

Hearing the voice, Leng Qiudu looked up and saw Shen Qingchuan appearing in a light gray casual suit, and said coldly, "Why are you here?"

His expression was indifferent, as if he didn't welcome Shen Qingchuan's arrival very much.

He only glanced at Shen Qingchuan, then turned his attention to the documents on the table, and stopped giving Shen Qingchuan any more attention.

The left hand placed on the table quietly hangs under the table.

A few days ago, Shen Qingchuan told him to take six days off. Leng Qiudu planned to work overtime tonight and finish tomorrow's work. He didn't want to see Shen Qingchuan for the time being.

Shen Qingchuan walked to Leng Qiudu's side, he was used to Leng Qiudu's air-conditioning, he only thought it was their way of getting along, he didn't really care, and with a smile on his face, he said, "Why don't you welcome me?"

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Qi ink;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!