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

In the end, Shen Qingchuan couldn't bear Zhang Wangshen's pleading, so he agreed to let him go.

Although Shen Qingchuan did not belong to the same circle as the rich kids in the capital, but he was very popular, he was handsome, and his personality was gentle and not rigid, on the contrary he was very popular.

Leng Qiudu has a cold temper, and sometimes he needs Shen Qingchuan, a long-sleeved and skilled assistant, to come forward to help him with some affairs.

After going back and forth, Shen Qingchuan became acquainted with a group of rich children.

In summer, there are many children from rich families who come to invite Shen Qingchuan to attend singing and dancing receptions or salon gatherings.

But in winter, with the constraints of Leng Qiudu, coupled with his poor health, although the ball lacked a beautiful pearl, it was a bit monotonous, but the rich and young could not force Shen Qingchuan to invite him to participate The number of activities is less.

Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips and said, "Okay."

She pursed her lips and smiled, like a beautiful and bright viburnum, with spring water glistening and touching people's hearts.

With a humorous smile on his face, he said, "However, I don't drink alcohol, otherwise, if my brother finds out, he will drink a few more bowls of soup."

"Yes, yes, Master Qingchuan, let's go."

Zhang Wangshen imitated Si'er's address to Shen Qingchuan, bowed and waved his hands, and pushed Shen Qingchuan out of the house. He had already waited for a car outside the yard.

broadway.

As soon as the car stopped at the gate, the driver immediately stepped forward to greet him, took the car keys from Zhang Wangshen, and parked the car in the parking area behind.

The two waiters were dressed thinly, but their bodies were straight, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces, they introduced Shen Qingchuan and Zhang Wangshen to Broadway.

The decoration of this Broadway is indeed trendy and gorgeous. Although there are not as many customers in the daytime as in the evening, the guests sitting around the small round table are scattered around the small round table. A glass of foreign wine, some with a cigar in one hand.

The soft lights shone in the dim, smoky hall, creating a hazy atmosphere. I wished that everyone in this hall would be drowned in the luxury. Lazy entertainment is the easiest way to make people drunk.

The long-legged girls on the stage wore slim tuxedos, and their thighs were faintly visible under the black veil, and they winked at the audience from time to time. The red velvet background cloth of the red carpet and the corners of the semicircular stage were covered with Bright yellow light bulbs are turned on, accompanied by humorous and jumping jazz music, and the bold movements of the girls are quite provocative.

There were many men cheering in the hall, Zhang Wangshen stood where he was, approached Shen Qingchuan and said a funny word, then waved his hand to reject the table arranged by the waiter, and went straight to a table with guests.

Because he met an acquaintance.

Wang Feizhuan saw Shen Qingchuan from a long distance away, and Shen Qingchuan and Zhang Wangshen were so fascinated watching the stage performance that they didn't notice Wang Zhuan was waving desperately.

Wang Feizhuan is also the young master of a rich family, his family is engaged in construction, he has some influence in the capital, and he wants to make friends with Shen Qingchuan.

But he has a strong habit of being a playboy, Leng Qiudu restrained Shen Qingchuan and refused to let him associate with him.

Wang Feizhuan smiled playfully, raised a glass of red wine, and stood up unsteadily, almost unsteady, thanks to Miss Wu who was beside him for supporting him delicately.

Obviously not lightly drunk, but he looked at Shen Qingchuan with blazing eyes, Wang Feizhuan exaggeratedly said, "Qingchuan, you are not kind! We have invited you for so many meetings but refused, once Wang Shen comes back, you promise him."

Wang Feizhuan put his arms around Miss Wu and asked the rich and young people sitting at the same table with him, and said with a loud voice, "Do you think this is fair or not?"

Before Shen Qingchuan came, the people at the bottom were sipping wine slowly and lounging on the sofa. When Shen Qingchuan came, the atmosphere was hot, as if entering the night ahead of time, singing and dancing loudly, in a state of drunkenness, and they responded one after another. Said, "It's not fair, it's not fair."

Wang Feizhuan looked back at Shen Qingchuan proudly, held up a glass of wine, and said, "Qingchuan, you should punish yourself with a glass of wine, otherwise it would be too uninteresting."

The light and shadow are dim, cast on the side of Shen Qingchuan's cheeks, rendering it like a weeping viburnum covered with hazy snow light, the eyelashes are thin and long, and the shallow shadows are scattered and intertwined, making one unable to help but melt In his rolling pupils, there was a gleam of water, as clear as a spring, and the depth of spring in the world made people drown.

Shen Qingchuan smiled, and the faint and bewildering hazy beauty flowed out from that Qingjun face. Everyone's eyes wanted to stick to him, and Shen Qingchuan said slightly apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I was ill a few days ago. , Wang Shen invited me to drink tea today, and I couldn’t refuse to come.”

Coming to Broadway for tea?

Everyone roared with laughter, they all came to Broadway to drink, how could anyone come here to drink tea?

After everyone finished laughing, seeing Shen Qingchuan's face that was as thick as ink and slightly dizzy, shining like jade, his heart felt as if he had been scratched by a cat's paw. Go and believe everything he says.

Wang Feizhuan's heart was itchy from being hooked, and he didn't know if he was dizzy from drinking. He actually raised his red wine glass, drank half of the wine, handed the wine glass to Shen Qingchuan, and said, "Drink up the remaining half of the red wine. We will not blame you for what happened to you."

When everyone saw this scene, some booed, some secretly scolded Wang Feizhuan for being unethical, but all of them stared at Shen Qingchuan to see how he would resolve it.

Sure enough, as long as Shen Qingchuan came, the originally boring party would become much more interesting.

Before Shen Qingchuan could speak, Zhang Wangshen, who was standing beside him, reached out and snatched Wang Feizhuan's wine glass, and drank it down in one gulp before everyone came over for the screening.

Zhang Wangshen said with a smile, "Let me drink this wine for Qing Chuan. Don't embarrass Qing Chuan. I finally coaxed him to come. If you scare him away, where will I cry?"

Zhang Wangshen is also not serious, so he approached the black-faced Wang Feizhuan, put his shoulders on his back, and said, "Young Master Wang, if you don't rest, why don't you want me to offer you a sweet kiss?"

"Go, go, disgusting, who wants your kiss?" Wang Feizhuan pushed Zhang Wangshen away.

Everyone laughed and said, "Young Master Wang, I want a kiss from Master Qingchuan."

Although the rich and the young would sometimes cross the line jokingly, they were really reluctant to embarrass Shen Qingchuan, and called the waiter to fetch the Pu'er tea cakes that existed here, and brought a set of high-quality tea sets.

The rich and the young who had made a big fanfare to ask Shen Qingchuan to apologize and compensate them, unexpectedly brewed tea skillfully, and handed a cup of clear tea soup to Shen Qingchuan.

Making tea for a beautiful woman is a kind of enjoyment. How can you be willing to embarrass yourself when you enjoy it?

Coincidentally, a wonderful and exciting dress-up show began to be performed on the stage. The rich and the young drank alcohol, smoked cigars, and Shen Qingchuan was surrounded by the crowd drinking tea, without any sense of disobedience.

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There are open booths in the hall, and there are also high-end boxes with purple crystal bead curtains hanging down.

On the small round table is a beauty vase with a yellow wintersweet planted obliquely on it. On the table is a gold and copper Boshan stove.

The long-haired man was reclining on a reclining chair, wearing a Qilin dark purple silk gown with a high collar, a gold brooch pinned to the neckline of the left chest with a bathing fire phoenix, and a string of rosary beads wrapped around his wrist with a string of rich dark green tourmalines. A piece of ruby ​​hangs from the hem.

With the other hand, he was playing with an old tower. The gold leaf on the top of the tower had already been mottled and peeled off. His long and narrow eyelids were half closed, as if he was drunk, but his eyebrows were sharp, but there was more evil spirit between them, Ji Guang Fengyue, like a banished fairy becomes a demon.

"If you keep thinking about it, there will be echoes."

"Little Haitang, I have called you thousands of times..."

why... you won't come into my dream once

The murmur was extremely soft, and the strong aroma of the wine could not extinguish the regret in his heart. Guan Boya's heart was bleeding, and the blood on his heart turned into old rust, which was ridiculous and difficult.

The pearls and jades collided, and a hand as beautiful as white jade lifted the bead curtain, and the two looked at each other and their eyes met.

Shen Qingchuan was also startled when he saw that there was someone in the dimly lit box. He was about to say miss, but after a closer look, he saw that the long-haired young man hidden in the shadow was a man, so he quickly changed his words and said, " ...Excuse me for disturbing Mr. Yaya, I thought there was no one in this box."

Shen Qingchuan couldn't bear the persuasion of the rich and the young outside, so he drank a cup of tea and drank half a pot of tea soup. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he found an excuse to sneak out, and wanted to find an empty box to hide for a while.

He entered the box, and the moment he met the man's icy eyes, his heart jumped suddenly, and he became inexplicably chaotic. He wanted to turn his head to avoid the sight, but he couldn't help but raise his eyes and take another look quietly. , it seems that the long-haired man's face is very attractive to him.

The dream was unbearable, Guan Boya did not dare to make a sound, and stared at the Qingjuan youth who appeared in front of him. Day and night, Mr. Xiao Shen, who he was thinking about day and night, did he fall into the dream by luck, or...

Can't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

Shen Qingchuan saw the long-haired man staring blankly at him, with an expression that didn't match his glamorous appearance, thinking that he had entered by mistake, so he hurriedly turned around and wanted to leave.

Just as his arm raised the bead curtain, Shen Qingchuan's other hand, the wrist, was yanked by a force behind him, staggered a few steps, and fell into someone's arms.

The long arms imprisoned at the waist were like steel, and the force that firmly grasped Shen Qingchuan's wrist was also extremely strong, as if he would not let go even if he wanted to pinch the bone.

Before Shen Qingchuan could cry out in pain, the long-haired man behind him blocked the cry with his lips.

The author has something to say: When we meet again, let's kiss first.

感谢在2021-07-1323:59:11~2021-07-1511:58:53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: 1 Shijiu Yuxiaohun Jiucheng;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 12 bottles of grapefruit tea; 1 bottle of Xingche;

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