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

The position where Guan Boya was standing was Shen Qingchuan's desk, which was originally his real estate, and was borrowed from others and sold to Shen Yifan as Shen Qingchuan's office building.

He is quite familiar with the layout here. Compared with before, it is just a few more desks, and there are piles of information books on the desks.

Guan Boya recognized Shen Qingchuan's handwriting, and his slender fingers wearing dark green hollowed-out pattern lace gloves slid across the small print on the book notes, neatly arranged in a vertical line.

Guan Boya closed the book and put it on the table, with a half-smile on his face, and asked, "Why, don't you welcome me?"

Shen Qingchuan walked over and said, "I didn't mean that."

Guan Boya put on makeup today, but she didn't apply powder. The thin lips were painted with rich red, and the eyebrows were swept with eyebrow powder to lengthen the arc.

The eyebrows are dark in color, as if hiding the charm of a green mountain. Through the green gauze, Shen Qingchuan saw Guan Boya's eyelids intertwined with slender and light shadows.

Simply adding two strokes of makeup will dissolve the sharpness of his brow bone, and the ice and snow will turn into a charming wicker that wraps around Shen Qingchuan's heart, soft and light.

Especially the delicate spider-shaped emerald on Guan Boya's veil, like a piece of green sand dotted on the cheek.

Shen Qingchuan's heart softened a bit, and the smile on his face was as gentle as water. Guan Boya came to see him specially, so he was naturally happy.

Seeing that Guan Boya's lips were slightly dry, Shen Qingchuan picked up his own teacup on the table, walked to the small reception hall near the stairs, cleaned the cup, poured him a cup of hot tea, and jokingly said, "It's just that we We just separated, and today we meet again, it seems like we are stuck together every day."

Guan Boya took the teacup, the dense hot mist rose upwards, and the fragrance of the tea moistened his lips. He didn't really want to drink tea, so he put the teacup on the table, complaining, and said, "I was alone last night. Shou Konggui, listening to the autumn rain all night... Mr. Shen, you don't think I came here to ask for a cup of tea, do you?"

Gently resting his hands on Shen Qingchuan's shoulders, he leaned close to Shen Qingchuan, and his breath sprayed on Shen Qingchuan's earlobe.

Guan Boya looked at Shen Qingchuan's earlobes were full of red, like round pink beads, or plump red cherries.

Shen Qingchuan was so teased that his mouth was parched, like a deer was jumping around in his heart, he knew that Guan Boya did it on purpose.

Afraid that outsiders would come up from the second floor, Shen Qingchuan's palms were sweating, and he quickly kissed Guan Boya's cheek, like a deer sipping stream water, light and gentle.

There was a "snap", the sound of the flowerpot falling to the floor.

Hearing the sound, Shen Qingchuan pushed Guan Boya as if wanting to be shocked by electric shock, turned around quickly, and saw Leng Qiudu standing quietly not far away, with a brown flower pot split in two at his feet, and the soil was scattered on the ground. On the floor, some white roots of the pothos also fell out.

The pot of green dill was originally placed on the shelf as an ornamental plant, usually used to seduce the eyes.

Shen Qingchuan thought it was because Leng Qiudu accidentally knocked down his arm when he was walking past, and seeing that Leng Qiudu was about to clean up, he hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't move, or you will dirty your clothes, I'd better wait a while and ask the buddy to take it." Come up with the broom and clean up."

After speaking, he took a look at Leng Qiudu, his eyes lit up like stars, and said, "Qiudu, this suit really suits you."

Shen Qingchuan's exaggeration is true, the white shirt and trousers are indeed more suitable for Leng Qiudu than the gray linen cloth, cool and handsome, slender, thin but not thin, and Leng Qiudu's expression is cold, gentle, More like the elite youth of Financial Street.

Guan Boya smiled slightly, as if a ray of light had fallen into his eyes, and there was a dark color hidden in the depths. When Shen Qingchuan kissed his cheek just now, he saw that unsmiling young man who looked like a gentleman, in that Standing in the corner for a while.

He happened to be standing in the shadow, couldn't see his expression clearly, and thought he was hiding it well, but he saw that he reached out and touched the flowerpot on the shelf.

It's just a humble ant hiding in a dark corner, who actually has the guts to spy on his little Haitang.

Shen Qingchuan pulled Leng Qiudu over, walked to Guan Boya, warmed up the scene for the two of them, his lover was on the left, and his best friend was on the right, and said, "You guys have met several times before, I I won’t introduce too much.”

"Bo Ya, you just go to my seat and sit first. I'll go downstairs and ask the buddy to come up and clean the broken flower pots." Shen Qingchuan said to Guan Boya, afraid that Guan Boya would get tired from standing.

Turning around, I saw Leng Qiudu drooping his eyelashes, not wanting to talk very much, thinking that he was a little cautious when he saw Guan Boya coming, Shen Qingchuan said with a light smile in order to let his friend relax, "You don't have to say hello He, he'll just sit here for a while."

Guan Boya just smiled and said nothing, as if everything was arranged by Shen Qingchuan.

When Shen Qingchuan went downstairs, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Guan Boya sat lazily on Shen Qingchuan's chair, crossed his legs, an inch of white muscle was exposed at the edge of the cheongsam, like a snake without bones, his posture was not very serious, Leng Qiudu saw his boneless appearance, Frowning, he said coldly, "After all, this is Qingchuan's office. If other people see Miss Guan's gesture, they will mistakenly think that Qingchuan's newspaper office is an unscrupulous place."

Leng Qiudu's tone was light and not serious, but the meaning in his words seemed to hide a thorn, stabbing at Guan Boya fiercely.

When he thought that what Shen Qingchuan was infatuated with was a girl from the dance hall, and that he was obviously together with Shen Qingchuan, and still behaved badly, his heart felt as if it was blocked by a stone, dull and oppressive, like drowning in the deep sea.

Guan Boya sneered lightly, he pinched Shen Qingchuan's teacup with his lace-gloved fingers, took a sip of the hot tea, and said unhurriedly, "I don't know if Qingchuan's place is decent or not, all I know is. ..... This man, wearing a piece of human skin, thinks that others can't see that he has evil intentions. In fact, whether a person is upright or not depends on what kind of heart is hidden underneath. Do you think it is Mr. Leng? "

Leng Qiudu stood upright, pursed his lips and looked straight at Guan Boya, his eyes showing coldness.

Guan Boya drank the hot tea, the fragrance of the tea overflowed in his mouth, the tea was clear and fragrant, he held the handle of the teacup and said, "This cup is used by Qingchuan every day, drinking tea from his cup is better than usual. The expensive tea brewed is more fragrant."

Guan Boya's expression was too frivolous, Leng Qiudu said, "Miss Guan, please respect yourself."

"Self-respect?" Guan Boya snorted.

"What Qing Chuan likes most is my frivolity. A few days ago, I spent time with him. I understand him better than anyone else. Naturally, I know what he wants and what he likes."

As soon as these words came out, Leng Qiudu clenched his hand on his left leg tightly into a fist, with the bandage still wrapped around his hand, and said in a cold voice, "Qingchuan is just a young Muai, a woman like you is not his. A good match, the one who deserves him should be a well-educated lady, you are just greedy for his wealth and family background."

"How much money do you want, you leave Qingchuan, don't harm him."

"Hahahaha, Mr. Leng, what you said is so funny." Guan Boya couldn't help laughing.

"Who are you from Qingchuan, his elder brother or elder father?" Guan Boya looked at Leng Qiudu who was still standing there through the eaves of the green gauze, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that Leng Qiudu was still standing where he was, without the slightest backing down or softening his attitude, Guan Boya became interested, and he said, "If you want me to leave Qingchuan, I'll give you an extra offer. I don't know if you can answer or not." promise?"

"What's the price?" Leng Qiudu asked.

"I'm not short of money, but when I meet someone as cold as you, I want to see how hard your bones are. I want one of your fingers." Guan Boya said, he wanted to test the dog hiding in Shen Qingchuan. How much can the ants around him do for Shen Qingchuan.

"Okay." Leng Qiudu didn't hesitate.

"Mr. Leng, you can hear me clearly. That means cutting off one of your fingers. It's not just a joke." Guan Boya sat up straight, her face darkened, staring at Leng Qiudu's face , not letting go of his hesitant expression.

"If only one finger can make Shen Qingchuan stay away from people like you forever, I have no reason not to agree." Leng Qiudu said, he is not afraid of physical incompleteness, as long as Shen Qingchuan can be happy, he is willing to give At any cost, a woman like Guan Boya who is restless in the room will only harm Shen Qingchuan.

Guan Boya's face turned completely cold, his eyes seemed to turn into ice arrows, and he cast them on Leng Qiudu. He knew that Shen Qingchuan had always valued Leng Qiudu, and if the Shen family was removed, he would be able to hold his own in Shen Qingchuan's heart. Ranked first, then Leng Qiudu is the second ranked person.

Guan Bo Yasi thought about it, leaned back on the chair again, and said with a lazy smile, "Mr. Leng, I was joking, what do I want your fingers for, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously. "

"Qing Chuan also told me that you are his best friend. It is true. He also told me that when he gets married next year, he must invite you to preside over the wedding."

Shen Qingchuan was followed by a man with a broom in his hand. He had just walked up to the second floor when he only picked up the last two words Guan Boya said, and asked, "What wedding?"

"Of course it's our wedding." Guan Boya's eyes were slightly raised, and the long and narrow Danfeng eyes were bright, like shining gems.

Shen Qingchuan walked up to Guan Boya, gave him an annoyed look, and said, "What are you talking about? Qiudu, don't listen to him."

"This is not to say that you are hiding your child." Guan Boya took Shen Qingchuan's hand and put it on her abdomen, raised her head and said with a smile.

Nonsense, there are only tight abdominal muscles under the cheongsam, Guan Boya is wearing loose clothes that are not obvious, but when you touch it with your hand, you will know what is going on.

Shen Qingchuan wanted to withdraw his hand, but he didn't expect Guan Boya to hold his hand with brute force, thinking that there were still people around, Leng Qiudu and his staff were present, his face turned red, and a blush flew out .

In Leng Qiudu's eyes, it turned into two people flirting.

Leng Qiudu lowered his eyes, thinking that what he said just now that he would pay all the price to make Shen Qingchuan happy was a ridiculous joke.

"Mr. Leng, do you still want this green radish?" After cleaning the dirt on the floor, the man didn't dare to disturb Shen Qingchuan, and didn't dare to look over there, so he came over and asked Leng Qiudu.

Because the green radish was rarely watered, the leaves turned yellow. Leng Qiudu glanced at the green radish in the broom, and said coldly, "Throw it away."

When the man went downstairs, he secretly glanced back. He didn't expect the woman that the third young master likes to be so glamorous and charming. The third young master and that woman got together as a couple, flirting and flirting, but Mr. Leng was alone The one person who looked deserted.

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感谢在2021-03-1223:58:19~2021-03-1323:59:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Wang Yibo's wife 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 more bottles every day;

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