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

Shen Qingchuan only felt a slight tingling in the skin around the neck, and when he touched it with his fingers, he could feel the shallow tooth marks, thinking that the skin there must have turned red.

Shen Qingchuan looked at Guan Boya with dissatisfaction in his eyes, and he lost an angry look. If someone finds out, he will not be able to explain it clearly.

In the past few days, almost every night, Guan Boya has always made trouble with him, and there are traces of daydreaming on his fingertips and the side of his neck, and there are traces of purple petals on his belly and ankles, finely broken of.

Shen Qingchuan applied some ointment for reducing swelling and blood congestion before going to bed last night. Looking in the mirror this morning, the scars on his neck became lighter. Now that Guan Boya added new scars without authorization, Shen Qingchuan was naturally a little dissatisfied.

Fortunately, he prepared an extra light brown scarf this morning, and wrapped it around his neck to cover some marks.

Seeing the anger on Shen Qingchuan's face, Guan Boya held Shen Qingchuan's hand, lowered her head and kissed the back of his hand, chuckled lightly, and said, "If you are angry, I will let you deal with it tonight."

Shen Qingchuan suffered a few times and did not believe what Guan Boya said.

Guan Boya's other things are easy to say, and his words are credible, but about his soft bed, even if he is lying on the bed with his hands bound by silk, Shen Qingchuan will suffer in the end.

Shen Qingchuan took out an old gold-plated pocket watch from his pocket, which was given to him by Guan Boya, and there was a photo of him and Guan Boya on the inside of the case of the pocket watch.

Glancing at his pocket watch, it was almost nine o'clock, and he usually arrives at the Xiling Newspaper Office at 08:30.

"It's getting late, you should go back early." Shen Qingchuan twisted the door handle and said to Guan Boya who was sitting in the driver's seat.

Guan Boya watched Shen Qingchuan's slender back disappear into the crowd, he didn't start the car immediately and drove away, but lit a cigarette, and puffed in the car, the smell of tobacco permeated in his mouth.

The white smoke almost merged with the white gauze on the face, the cigarette butt on the fingertips, sparks flashed, just like Guan Boya's long and narrow eyes looking at Shen Qingchuan, the flickering dim light, obscure and incomprehensible.

His little Haitang seemed to want him to be his secret lover for the rest of his life.

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On Minghua Street.

Shen Qingchuan didn't think too much, he walked through the street full of cars and horses, and greeted the little newsboy standing at the corner warmly.

"Mr. Shen, good!" The skinny little newspaper boy was about eight years old, but his height was about six years old, his limbs were as thin as sticks, and he was wearing a thin patched shirt, but it seemed that he couldn't feel the cold of late autumn, and raised his eyebrows at Shen Qingchuan. With a cute smile like an apple, he is very energetic, and his voice is also very energetic.

Shen Qingchuan rubbed his hair, the light floating under his eyes reminded people of the moonlight leaking obliquely under the half-covered clouds, and said, "Can I go to Mr. Xu's reformatory yesterday to read?"

Shen Qingchuan knew that today was Saturday, the reformatory did not teach classes, and most of the children in the reformatory were orphans. Shen Qingchuan suggested to Mr. Xu to give these children some livelihood skills on weekends so that they could survive.

"Yes, Mr. Xu even praised me for being able to read a lot."

"Mr. Shen, the book you sent is very popular in the reformatory."

The books sent by Shen Qingchuan were absorbed by him, Leng Qiudu and Mr. Xu in conjunction with the students. They were typeset and full of pictures and texts. knowledge content.

This land is too backward, backward thinking, backward people, backward will be beaten.

These children are the easiest to accept new knowledge. As long as they succeed in learning, they are the hope of the future.

Shen Qingchuan touched the little newsboy's hand. It was still very cold in late autumn, so he took off his scarf and put it on the little newsboy. The children's clothes were too thin.

Shen Qingchuan sighed in his heart, thinking about raising a batch of clothes for these children.

Shen Qingchuan asked the little newsboy a few more questions about his knowledge, and when he saw his answer, he went to buy a bag of fried chestnuts in sugar, and said, "This is for you as a reward."

Mr. Xu taught them that they should not easily accept gifts from others without labor.

The little newsboy swallowed, but still remembered what Mr. Xu said, he waved his hand and said, "Mr. Shen, no need, you can keep it for yourself."

Shen Qingchuan lowered his eyebrows, stuffed the bag of fried chestnuts that were still steaming into the small newsboy's cross-patch satchel, and said in a gentle voice, like the breeze blowing over the branches and birds, "If you are not full, why don't you eat enough?" Selling newspapers, this is your reward for helping me sell newspapers, if you don’t like to eat, you can take it back to Xiaoke.”

Shen Qingchuan still had an impression of this little newsboy, remembering that he also had a three-year-old sister.

In fact, small newsboys are paid for selling newspapers, and there is no need for Shen Qingchuan to buy a bag of chestnuts as a reward.

Shen Qingchuan patted his head lightly, and was about to walk in the direction of Xiling Newspaper.

The little newsboy seemed to have remembered something, suddenly stopped Shen Qingchuan, and said, "Mr. Shen, don't go."

The little newsboy was afraid that the ink from the newspaper would stain Shen Qingchuan's snow-white clothes, so he tugged on his black trousers instead, and said vigilantly, "Mr. Shen, there is a strange man over there." People have been watching you."

The little newspaper boy saw that strange person sneaking behind Shen Qingchuan for two consecutive days, at first he thought it was a coincidence, but he saw it again today, so he reminded Shen Qingchuan specifically.

"I also saw him sneaking behind you yesterday."

Shen Qingchuan looked in the direction pointed by the little newsboy, and saw a dark and thin young man hiding behind a lamp post, holding a newspaper to cover his face, and wearing a felt hat on his head, but I still felt that he was looking at them sideways, sneaky, and it was indeed a bit suspicious.

Shen Qingchuan walked over, the man seemed to be aware of it, and hurriedly wanted to turn around and squeeze in the crowd, just as a large group of people got off the tram and rushed towards Shen Qingchuan.

"Hey, where are you going?" A delicate female voice sounded.

"Squeeze what, don't you look at the road when you walk?" The male voice with a rough voice showed impatience.

The man was pushed back by the crowd, no matter where he was going, so he could only say sorry in a low voice.

Shen Qingchuan stalked with long legs and quickly chased after him, stretched out his long arms, grabbed the man's hat with his hand, and saw the familiar face.

Shen Qingchuan blinked, and said in surprise, "Xiaoqing, why is it you?"

"Third...Third young master..." Xiao Qing saw that she was completely exposed, so she couldn't continue to pretend, her face was a little tanned.

Before he wanted to say something, the crowd behind him crowded over, and a man accidentally bumped Xiaoqing on the back of the shoulder and said, "Why are you blocking the way here? Be a stone pier!"

Xiaoqing quickly apologized, bowed her waist and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Shen Qingchuan saw that this was not the place to talk, so he took Xiao Qing to a clothing store that sold western clothes.

Shen Qingchuan crossed his arms, saw Xiao Qing who was a little guilty, and said, "Tell me, who sent you here?"

Xiao Qing shrugged, lowered his head and did not dare to meet Shen Qingchuan's eyes, the third young master treated him so well, but he really shouldn't have helped the eldest young master to follow Shen Qingchuan.

But as a servant, he had to follow the orders of the young master.

Xiao Qing's lips moved, but finally he spoke.

He and Shen Qingchuan spoke at the same time.

"It's Shen..."

"Did my dad call you here?"

Now Shen Qingchuan was even more sure of what he thought in his heart. In the past few days, old man Shen often called to persuade him to start a family and start a business early, told him to go back to get married, cut off the business of Xiling Newspaper, and went back to share the family affairs.

Not to mention that Xiling Newspaper is Shen Qingchuan's painstaking effort, this business has only just started, and there is a slight improvement.

Thinking about Guan Boya's male identity, Shen Qingchuan had 1 things in his heart that he didn't want to go back.

Although Shen Qingchuan didn't want to go back, facing old master Shen's nagging, he was still very concerned about old master Shen's health in his heart.

Thinking of the increasingly frosty and cold weather, and the coughing sound from Mr. Shen's phone, he asked.

"My dad, how is his health recently?"

"Master's health is fine, but I've been talking about it for the past few days, looking forward to your return." Xiao Qing only picked some good things to say.

Every time Mr. Shen hung up the call with the third young master, he would lose his temper and scold Shen Qingchuan a few times, and even the second young master was also scolded.

Seeing the news about foreigners hurting people in the newspaper, he said that the Xiling newspaper run by the third young master was just nonsense, and he also said angrily that the third young master was fascinated by the seductive girls in the song and dance hall, and he didn't care about his family, so he dragged the young master to the study for a while pause.

Xiaoqing has been following Shen Qingchuan for the past few days, and she has seen the appearance of the charming woman that Mr. Shen said, she is indeed not a serious woman. Yesterday evening, when she came to pick up the third young master, the woman was sitting in the car with the window closed without the curtain, she hugged the third young master and kissed passionately, without being ashamed.

Shen Qingchuan waved his hand and said, "You don't need to persuade me."

"Are Zhenfei and Baojun still angry at home?" Shen Qingchuan didn't want to talk about that topic, so he asked about Shen Zhenfei and Shen Baojun.

Shen Zhenfei called the Yuhua Mansion yesterday, crying to Shen Qingchuan, saying that Shen Baojun bullied her.

In fact, it was Shen Zhenfei who broke one of Shen Baojun's pens, which was Shen Baojun's most cherished pen, and in a fit of anger, broke Shen Zhenfei's perfume bottle.

That pen was a limited-edition Pelikan pen that Shen Qingchuan gave to Shen Baojun before, and Shen Qingchuan still remembered clearly the preferences of his younger siblings.

Shen Qingchuan knew that the pair of twins often fought and fought, but he still cared about them very much.

"Fifth Miss and Sixth Young Master had a big fight yesterday, and I didn't see them talking at the dinner table this morning, so they all had a cold face."

Shen Qingchuan took out a precious pen from his pocket, lowered it to Xiaoqing's hand and said, "This pen is also Pelikan's, you take it back to Baojun, I said I gave it to him, and told him not to cherish it again." Fee is mad."