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

Leng Qiudu watched Shen Qingchuan go out completely, leaning against the back of the rattan chair to pant, his white as cold jade muscles were stained with water.

He lowered his head, his face was ashamed, and his face flushed, recalling the tactile sensation when Shen Qingchuan weighed his object with his hands, it was warm and soft, like a ball of cotton, he knew he shouldn't do that, but he couldn't help it The body reacted, trembling uncontrollably.

He shouldn't have done that, it was a kind of blasphemy to Shen Qingchuan, and a great sin.

At this moment, Leng Qiudu felt a little tormented in his heart, one side was benevolence and morality, and the other was the extreme longing deep in his heart, both sides were pulling, as if they wanted to tear him in half.He felt ashamed and ashamed for the dirty thoughts in his heart, but he couldn't stop the movement of his hands.

The wind blew through Shen Qingchuan's black shattered hair, he stood outside the window enjoying the rain for quite a while, guessing the time, Leng Qiudu should be finished.

Walking to the bathroom, knocked on the door, and said, "Qiu Du, are you alright?"

Hearing the sound of "en" from inside, Shen Qingchuan pushed open the door and walked in.

There was a smell in the room, both of them tacitly agreed, Shen Qingchuan changed Leng Qiudu into a looser set of black silk pajamas, and helped him to rest on the bed.

Shen Qingchuan covered Leng Qiudu with a thin quilt, and went into the bathroom again. He had sweated a lot before, and his clothes were stained with water. His whole body was sweaty, sticky and uncomfortable, so he just let it go again. Tank water, take a bath.

The water overflowed from the bathtub and washed away the dirty things on the ground. Shen Qingchuan sighed comfortably. Without the smell, he was not so awkward anymore. He studied painting abroad for a while and saw a lot of it. I don't think there is anything wrong with the model's body, but Leng Qiudu seems to be more concerned, conservative, and thin-skinned, so he also feels a little embarrassed.

Leng Qiudu, who was lying on the soft bed, listened to the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, half closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking about.

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Yuhua Mansion.

There was a strong wind and thunderstorms outside, and the indoor lights were not turned on. There was a beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam with dark red lace and black silk, sitting on a dragon bench carved in pear blossom wood, with a side slit revealing a long snow-white leg and black lace gloves. Holding a long tobacco rod in his hand, the shredded tobacco is burning red, and it is clearly extinguished.

The people below couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, the room was dim, and only a silhouette could be seen.

Two big men pushed the door and entered. A young man whose hands were tied behind his back with hemp rope and whose mouth was stuffed with sackcloth was thrown on the floor. grunted.

The burly man in a black coat walked up to the beauty respectfully and said in a low voice, "Master Guan, I brought you here."

Guan Boya exhaled white smoke, opened his eyes slightly, and gave a sound of grace. The sturdy man with scars bowed his head and retreated to the left side behind Guan Boya.

Guan Boya raised his hand slightly, and the thug immediately understood, and went up to loosen the cloth strip that was stuffed in the fat young man's mouth.

The corners of Sun Demao's mouth were about to be stuffed, and finally he could speak. He gasped and cursed, "Do you know who my father is? How dare you kidnap me? I'm afraid you are all tired of living."

Sun Demao was tied up in a room in the Bliss Class. At that time, he didn't even have any clothes on. He was leaning naked on the body of a young and beautiful man, flirting with his hands, and then he was broken into two big men. Crossing his arms, stuffing his mouth with a cloth, he was tied away before he could exclaim.

Sun Demao was a bit stern, and he ignored the people around him at all. He usually bullied people with no power and power. He didn't remember provoking these vicious people. He couldn't guess which one came to seek revenge. Yes, he raped a cobbler's daughter last month, or he drove over and killed a widowed mother's youngest son last week.

But these things, his father and uncle have helped him deal with them, and they are all covered.

"I am Sun Biao's son. If something happens to me, you will have nothing to eat." Sun Demao even revealed his father's name. He looked left and right, and cursed in a rough voice, thinking that others couldn't see that he was a softie, like a clown.

Guan Boya took a puff of smoke, and said lightly, "Do you think Sun Biao can still cover you? He is almost unable to sit firmly in the position of chief inspector. I'm afraid he doesn't have the heart to talk to you now."

Guan Boya stood up, walked in front of Sun Demao, looked at him condescendingly, bent over, picked up the end of the cigarette stick and raised Sun Demao's chin, his sweaty and pale fat face was full of snot, looking really Disgusted and disgusted, he said, "Besides, Sun Biao doesn't lack a son like you."

Guan Boya's words are true. Although Sun Biao's heirs are weak and there is only one son in the main house, that is Sun Demao, but he has raised three or four concubines outside. Recently, a beautiful concubine added to him A pair of twins.

Sun Demao knew about it too, a sternness flashed in his eyes, he was worried that his status would be lost, if he could go out, he would definitely find a chance to kill those bastards.

A flash of lightning flashed in the sky, and thunder rumbled. Sun Demao raised his eyes and saw the face of the woman above him clearly. The long and narrow Danfeng eyes were cold and heartless.

"Miss Guan, it's you!" Sun Demao said in surprise.Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Guan Boya. He is a frequent visitor to the night dance hall. He has naturally seen the face of Guan Boya, Queen of the Night. He heard that there is a force behind this glamorous beauty, and people from the Green Gang have always had feelings for Guan Boya. Somewhat respectful, others would not dare to offend Guan Boya easily, Sun Demao quickly searched his mind, he remembered that he had not offended Miss Guan Boya!

"Do you remember which hand he hurt him?" Guan Boya asked lightly, and the thug next to him immediately whispered, "San Shao's right hand was scratched."

"Then keep his right hand." Guan Boya kicked Sun Demao, kicking him to the ground.

Guan Boya was wearing high heels and kicked so hard that Sun Demao immediately threw two tubes of nosebleeds on his face.

The slender heels stepped on Sun Demao's face, and the fat on his cheeks was deeply sunken. Guan Boya bent down and said, "People who shouldn't be provoked in the future, don't provoke them. Those who provoke me, you I want to die!"

Sun Demao was trembling, his eyes were full of panic, he almost peed in fright, begged for mercy repeatedly, and said in a sobbing voice, "Miss Guan, I didn't know that Third Young Master Shen was yours!"

"If I knew that he belonged to you, I would have confessed him long ago."

"Miss Guan, just avoid me this time!"

Guan Boya's eyes were dim, and he felt that Sun Demao was too noisy. What annoyed him most was hearing people begging for mercy like a pug. His hand in black lace gloves picked up the slender cigarette stick and put the smoke on it. Xinghuo's cigarette butt was pressed against Sun Demao's face until it was extinguished.

Elegant and cruel, what he hates the most is when others touch his things, especially those who are rare and interesting to him.

For the first time, he fell in love with a small crabapple, and had the urge to take that person as his own. The person he had tried so hard to seduce took the initiative to approach him, but he hadn't enjoyed enough of the feeling of being pursued by him.

"Ah—" Sun Demao screamed and rolled all over the floor.

"You're too noisy." Guan Boya asked someone to re-gag Sun Demao's mouth with a cloth.

"The one who dragged him down had his right hand disabled. Remember to drag him away so as not to disturb me." Guan Boya said.

Two thugs dragged Sun Demao down, and the handsome maid came over holding a tray, and the scarred man picked up a new long tobacco rod from the black velvet wooden tray, lowered his head slightly, and held his hands respectfully. hand over.

Guan Boya took it, the blood sandalwood tobacco rod was polished smooth, the cigarette holder was made of red agate, and the cigarette butt was made of copper, so it was easy to use.

Guan Boya twirled the long tobacco rod in his hand, walked to the promenade, and admired the courtyard in the rain. The courtyard was lush with branches and leaves, and the trees grew wildly in summer. He stretched out his hand and broke a branch of crabapple flowers. There are a few petals falling, delicate red curls, wet and emerald trees, it looks pitiful.

From now on, who do you want to talk to, and pay for Haitang with a heart of spring.

Guan Boya picked up a crabapple petal with her fingers and crushed it in her hands. The red flower juice soaked the black lace gloves. Does his little crabapple know what he is thinking?

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After Shen Qingchuan took a shower, he changed into gray silk pajamas. These pajamas were custom-made for him by Shen's mother. The workmanship was excellent, and the fabric was silky and cool. He specially ordered the tailor to make two bigger ones, but he didn't expect the black one to fit Leng Qiudu just right.

Pushing open the bathroom door, Leng Qiudu had closed his eyes to rest.

Shen Qingchuan didn't dare to disturb his rest, so he walked out on tiptoe, went downstairs to the kitchen to see if the osmanthus fragrans had been fried and the medicine was gone.

There was a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the kitchen. Holding a feather duster, Huang Osmanthus pointed at the yellow-haired cat that jumped onto the wooden shelf, and cursed: "I've only been out for a while, and your rogue cat messed up the kitchen." It’s a mess, and the soup that is cooking has been overturned, come down for me.”

Sitting on the shelf where the pots and pans were placed, Li Nu raised his long legs and licked the fur of the cat with his tongue. He didn't pay attention to the yellow osmanthus flower on his hips at all, and shook his hanging tail. Looks like a good mood.

Shen Qingchuan hurried forward, first he saw that the casserole on the small stove had been dumped on the ground, the charcoal inside had been wiped out by splashing water, and the black and brown medicinal soup was spilled all over the floor, and then he saw Shang Xiaolou standing beside him, Covering his right hand with his wide sleeve, Shen Qingchuan frowned and said, "Put your hand down and let me see."

Shang Xiaolou lowered his eyes and said, "Brother, don't blame Li Nu, it didn't do it on purpose."

Seeing Shen Qingchuan coming, Huang Osmanthus also leaned over and said, "Third young master, I saw the raccoon slave overturn the medicine pot with my own eyes." She went out for a while to relieve her hand, and when she came back, she happened to see the raccoon slave knocking over the stove, and Without thinking about what Shang Xiaolou was doing standing in the kitchen, he hurriedly fetched a basin of water to extinguish the charcoal fire. Shen's mansion is made of brick and wood, so as not to cause a fire.

The author has something to say: Little angel: so short, the scumbag author came out and was beaten

Scumbag author: I added more, I added more, tweet

Boss Guan: Xiao Haitang, do you know what I'm thinking?

Someone Shen: I suddenly feel chilly

From now on, who do you want to talk to, with a heart full of love for Haitang. "Begonia Beauty Picture" Tang Yin

Crazy Shang: Brother, the raccoon slave burned my hand

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