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

The twilight is all in one, and the winter velvet.

The dim street lights are lit up one by one in the bustling streets, and Broadway is more noisy than in the daytime. The clothes are fragrant and the temples are fragrant, and the fragrance is fragrant. The dignitaries and dignitaries who have leisure will come here with their female companions for entertainment.

The decoration of Broadway is gorgeous and trendy, and the performances are even more bold and trendy, which is refreshing.

Only tonight, an unexpected guest came to Broadway.

"Sir, you can't go in."

"Sir, please come out, please."

The two waiters who arrived in a hurry tried to stop Shang Xiaolou and block his way. The guests said that a long-haired man was constantly looking for someone, which disturbed their interest in watching the show.

"Get out of the way." Shang Xiaolou scolded coldly without being polite.

He returned to the cold house with a smell of medicine all over his body, and saw Sierhou waiting under the eaves with a worried and anxious look on his face, so he found out after asking.It turned out that the elder brother was invited out by a brother of the son, and he didn't come back all afternoon. He sent someone to inquire about the elder brother, but the man said that the elder brother had already returned home.

Shang Xiaolou inquired, Shen Qingchuan never stepped out of the gate of Broadway since he entered Broadway, so his brother is still somewhere on Broadway.

The waiters took a step back frightened by Shang Xiaolou's fierce eyes, their long hair looked a little like their boss, but more of a sinister and ghostly aura.

Of course the waiters refused to move away, they would not continue to let Shang Xiaolou disturb other customers, but they were not Shang Xiaolou's opponents at all.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the manager with a slightly round figure rushed over with a few big men in black shirts. Considering that there were still many guests looking around, he didn't want to be violent.

The manager put on a false smile on his chubby face, and said, "This guest got lost with your brother, why don't you wait in the cubicle first, if it's on Broadway, we will definitely bring him here."

A group of big men in black shirts surrounded Shang Xiaolou, obviously not very talkative, I am afraid that what the manager said was just to lure him to the cubicle first.

Shang Xiaolou sneered a few times, picked up a pair of chopsticks by the table, and struck so hard that he swung a pair of ordinary jade chopsticks like a knife.

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A room on the fifth floor of Broadway. The layout here is a complete replica of the master bedroom of Yuhua Mansion, with exactly the same floor and exactly the same bathroom.

Guan Boya washed away the smell of alcohol, but he was worried that Shen Qingchuan would be alone in the bedroom, and he was afraid that Shen Qingchuan would slip away before his eyes if he missed a single glance.

He was too afraid that this dream would burst like a bubble and disappear without a trace, and he was afraid that the star he had finally found in his heart would escape back to the night sky.

Guan Boya dragged Shen Qingchuan to the bathroom, where warm hot water sprayed down from the bronze shower above the head, and the two hugged and stood in the rain and kissed together.

Guan Boya's silky black long hair was stained with water droplets, and his long eyelashes were also covered with fine water droplets. He kissed fiercely, as if only the slight tearing pain at the corner of his mouth could pull him out of the abyss where he had lost Shen Qingchuan. Pull it out.

The hot water slid down Bai Yu's cheeks, and landed on the gap between the lips where the two exchanged warmth, melting into strong emotions.

The robe Shen Qingchuan was wearing was soaked in hot water, the cotton in the interlayer absorbed the water and became heavy, it was too heavy on his shoulders, his eyes were blinded by the hot mist, and his heart was also filled with a throbbing emotion, It was so violent that he couldn't move.

Emotions make waves, but it's your love and my wish.

Fascinated by the familiar body temperature, the scorching breath that he had experienced before, and the glamorous beauty that was so tricky, Shen Qingchuan only felt that his heart was pierced into the softest place by a red rose with thorns.

Clothes fell to the floor and water slid in through the drain holes.

Shen Qingchuan slightly raised his clear and beautiful face, letting the big drops of water wet his face, his brows were painted like ink, his slightly swollen lips were parted, and he could taste the warm water, breathing like a fish landed, dipping The eye feathers dripping with water trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes and frowned, as if something inexplicable was churning in his heart, bothering him.

Guan Boya's thin chest full of smooth muscular lines seemed to be full of neat cold white jade, but this cold and beautiful man who looked like a banished fairy buried his head on the side of Shen Qingchuan's neck and kissed densely, more delicately than before. The ferocious movements full of possessiveness and predatory desire restrained a little bit of strength.

Unable to refuse, he stretched out his hand and interlocked Shen Qingchuan's fingers.

Guan Boya kissed the gunshot wound on Shen Qingchuan's chest, there was a scar near the top of the heart, and a few minutes further down, it is estimated that Shen Qingchuan would die by then.

"This is a bullet you took for me."

"This is another one."

Another shallower gunshot wound on the left side of the lip. Even after five years, these scars still cannot fade.

Lips almost brushed against a bright red grain, and instantly brought up a tiny electric current that rushed to the limbs and bones.

Shen Qingchuan's body trembled, the water droplets on the delicate white jade skin were like raindrops sifted from a bamboo forest, the broken beads bounced wildly, and the white rain rolled rapidly.

Guan Boya did not know when she stood behind Shen Qingchuan, along the side of her neck, on her shoulders, and finally her lips fell on the scar left by the gunshot wound on her back.

He leaned against Shen Qingchuan's wet temples, touched his earlobe with his lips, and said in a low voice.

"This is the first bullet you took for me. You said, Xiao Haitang, my little Mr. Shen, you taught me how to let go?"

Guan Boya took Shen Qingchuan's hand, and gently bit his fingertips with his white teeth.

Seeing Shen Qingchuan weeping, Guan Boya turned to kiss the tears off Shen Qingchuan's cheeks, and coaxed him, "Don't cry, my little Mr. Shen."

Shen Qingchuan seemed to want to hypnotize himself, and kept repeating to himself, saying, "My surname is Leng, my name is Leng Qingchuan, and I am not your little Mr. Shen."

It seemed to admit that he would fall into an unprecedented catastrophe, and once he turned around and took that step, he would fall into an abyss beyond redemption.

"How come, how come you are not my little Mr. Shen." Guan Boya's whisper is like the poisonous snake that tempted Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, and her persuasive words are like red apples coated with poison/drug and honey.

"I am your beloved Miss Guan, your only third young mistress..."

"How could you be willing to forget me..."

The soft hot mist spread over the shapely and beautiful calves like water, Shen Qingchuan was still tired from crying, and subconsciously murmured, "Miss Guan..."

Guan Boya supported him, kissed Shen Qingchuan's smooth forehead, picked up the clean and dry white bath blanket that was placed on the shelf, and wrapped Shen Qingchuan completely. Hug out.

Shen Qingchuan was too tired from crying, and let Guan Boya change him into clean and warm clothes, and lay in Guan Boya's arms with his eyes closed, with a deep sense of weariness between his brows.

Guan Boya sat on the sofa for one person, picked up a towel and wiped Shen Qingchuan's wet hair with gentle and delicate movements, finally there was a trace of softness in those phoenix eyes, which seemed to be soaked in ice and snow, they were full of tenderness, but careful You can still see the madness hidden under the gentle skin in the eyes.

After Shen Qingchuan's hair was completely dry, Guan Boya carried the sleeping Shen Qingchuan to the big bed, covered him with a silky dark autumn-colored quilt, and then went to tidy herself up, wringed out her long hair, Ready to embrace Shen Qingchuan and fall asleep.

In the past five years, he has never had a good night's sleep, and he was about to go crazy when he missed Shen Qingchuan.

Just when Guan Boya was about to hug Shen Qingchuan to sleep, there was a knock on the door outside the dark corridor.

“Tuk tuk tuk…”

The door of the room was half open, Guan Boya was wearing a white nightgown, with long hair in front of his shoulders, the hazy yellow light from the room illuminated his side, and most of them fell into the shadows, making him more mysterious and indistinguishable glamorous beauty.

But his subordinates didn't dare to look any further, so they quickly lowered their heads and reported a few words in a low voice.

"Someone is causing trouble down below, saying they want to find Mr. Xiao Shen. We are afraid that he is Mr. Xiao Shen's friend, so we don't dare to offend him, so we come here to ask Lord Guan for instructions."

"Friend?" Guan Boya asked.

"It's a long-haired man, and he calls Mr. Xiao Shen his elder brother." The subordinate said.

Hearing this Guan Boya narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the glow fell on the edge of his cheeks, adding coldness and vicissitudes to his bone image, as well as the noble and evil spirit cultivated by the right.

Guan Boya took out a cigarette, the lighter clicked, and the hot red sparks flickered on and off in the dark corridor. He lowered his head and took a breath. /Spit out, with a variety of styles, bitter and bloody.

"Since we are old friends, let's go down and meet."

The author has something to say: In the next edition, "Beautiful Cannon Fodder Turns into a Heartthrob Who Bewitches All Beings (Crossing the Book)" is the heartthrob's king shou, buy stock essays, ask for advance receipt, ask for receipt, click the column to collect.

In a book where all the staff are sick, Zhu Xingci has a deceptive face, but the character he wears is a cannon fodder second-generation ancestor star who is rampant and has no appearance but no acting skills.

Falling in love at first sight with a pure and pure male college student, wooing without waiting, cruelly blinding the protagonist Shou and hiding him in the golden house, and the three suitors who were caught by the protagonist Shou ruthlessly beat him to the end and left him in the sea.

System: Please play the vicious villain seriously

Zhu Xingci: Coincidentally, vicious and arrogant is my best

From an unknown vase star to a radiant Gu king in the entertainment industry, he suppresses the protagonist Shou, has a bad and arrogant attitude, and uses various methods of torturing people.

Just when Zhu Xingci thought he could retire with success, he announced that he would retire from the circle, and at the same time, he would no longer be entangled with the protagonist.

On that day, one hot search followed another...

#shock!Top Idol Secretly Loves Gu King#

#xxGroup president announces his fiancé#

#药业世家公子High-profile show love for a star#

Confessions are increasing...

In the face of the scandal, Zhu Xingci was indifferent, because he was locked in someone's arms and kissed and hugged, and was kissed to the point of tears, so he had no time to take care of it, and the warm breath sprayed on the earlobe.

"What do you mean you are just playing with me?"

--Small snippet--

Sitting on the desk in the office, Zhu Xingci lifted up his clothes to a certain victim, revealing his snow-white waist, with strong eyebrows, and a nasty smile at the corner of his mouth, "Don't you want to have an auscultation? Listening to the heartbeat can tell if I'm lying or not." .”

感谢在2021-07-1623:41:19~2021-07-1723:02:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Yuqi, Liangbai Kai 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 17 bottles in Huainan; 4 bottles of grapefruit tea;

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