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

Guan Boya forgot how many times Shen Qingchuan asked, every time he shook his head lightly, Shen Qingchuan's lips were stained with his lip balm, a faint blush bloomed on his lips, full and tender, like blooming Like petals.

Shen Qingchuan's eyes were lingering, and the waves shone, obviously already emotional.

There was always a smile on the corner of Guan Boya's mouth, he enjoyed Shen Qingchuan's eyes looking at him very much, his eyes were as clear as water, his cheeks were red like a young man in love, his focused gaze made him look like a rare treasure.

Thinking of this, Guan Boya put his hands lightly on Shen Qingchuan's waist, circled him, turned over gently with strength and skill, now Shen Qingchuan is at the bottom, and he is at the top.

Shen Qingchuan didn't dare to look directly at Guan Boya's slightly undulating chest. He turned his head to one side, and suddenly heard a pleasant laughter from above. Miss Guan Boya's hand was on his face, and the surrounding was too quiet. His heart was like a drum, on which a fawn was beating wildly.

The young man beneath him was wearing a white shirt and lying on the bed with a rose gold silk quilt. His forehead was stained with thin black sweat, and he became profuse with sweat. A few strands of hair stuck to his snow-white cheeks, and his lips were as red as a begonia exhaling. Breathing the scorching breath, a pair of watery eyes looked east and west, but they didn't dare to look directly at Guan Boya.

"Sir Shen, why don't you dare look at me? Could it be that I'm too ugly." Guan Boya said hoarsely.

Wearing short black lace gloves, he gently slid his fingers from the youthful red earlobe that was bleeding to the smooth chin, then raised his delicate chin, and gently rubbed the plump lower lip with his fingertips.

The thick lace fabric rubs against the delicate lips, giving it a different kind of stimulation.

Shen Qingchuan didn't know where to put his hands, and grabbed the rose-gold silk quilt on both sides of his body, blushing, probably because his heart was too nervous, and said in an extremely soft voice, "Miss Boya, stop molesting me."

Saying the words of refusal, there is no trace of a tough attitude, the voice is gentle and tender, but there is a very lingering feeling of being a lover.

"Am I molesting you? Shen Sanshao, it was like this just now. I forgot who it was. Why did you kiss my lips over and over again? You have eaten all the lip fat on my mouth, but now you are framing me for molesting you." , I will be sad." Guan Boya still wanted to tease him.

As soon as he finished saying this, Shen Qingchuan blushed. Now not only the tips of his cheeks and ears were red, but also the skin down his neck was also light pink. He wanted to struggle, but he didn't dare to move, restraining his movements.

It looks really colorful, and the precious crabapple flowers need to be carefully cut to bloom more beautifully.

Guan Boya got up and let Shen Qingchuan go, if the teasing continued, he couldn't bear it anymore.

If Xiao Haitang was shy, she would run away, gently shaking the small green bamboo incense fan, bringing in a cool breeze.

It wasn't until Miss Boya walked out of the room that Shen Qingchuan breathed a sigh of relief. His tense body collapsed on the soft bed, sweating all over his body, not only his forehead, but also his palms and back. There was a thin layer of sweat, and the whole person seemed to have fought a big battle.

He can deal with Taoshi freely, and he can resolutely refuse Shang Xiaolou, but when facing Miss Boya, his heart is beating like thunder, and he panics like a deserter.

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Shangfu.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, God began to rain again, but the roar of thunder could not cover up the scream of a certain room.

"Ah - help!!!"

"Forgive me, Fourth Young Master!" The woman's scream woke up the servant.

Two or three servants braved the rain and rushed to the arched round gate in a small courtyard, and saw a woman with disheveled hair and a pink peony flower apron crawling out from the fourth young master's room door, wearing a pair of white silk trousers underneath, and saw When someone came outside, she desperately crawled towards the threshold, but as soon as her hands touched the vermilion threshold, her movements stopped.

Lightning flashed, the rain was pattering, and the green leaves were knocked down a lot.

There was a silver hairpin stuck on the top of the woman's head, lying on the ground without breath, the white skin on her back reflected lightning, raindrops fell on her back, her hair was also wet in a large area, and blood flowed down her hair. It fell silkily to the ground, and red water stains spread.

Seeing this scene, the servant was so frightened that his legs went limp, he hurriedly ran to Marshal Shang's room, knocked on the window and said, "Marshal Shang, it's not good, the Fourth Young Master killed someone!!"

Marshal Shang was still lying on the bed, shirtless, with his arms around a beautiful sixth aunt in his twenties, and said casually, "It's just killing someone, what's the fuss about it."

There was a thunderstorm outside, and Marshal Shang didn't listen carefully, only heard the word murder.

Hearing Ding repeat it again, he stood up in shock, and Marshal Shang said, "What did you say? Say it again? Who killed someone? Did he kill someone?"

The servant said through the window, "That's right, the two guards sent over tonight were all killed by the Fourth Young Master!"

When Grand Marshal Shang heard that his cowardly fourth son had killed the man, he immediately got out of bed and put on a coat, followed by five or six servants, and walked to Shang Xiaolou's yard.

Walking to the door of the house, he smelled a strong smell of blood. Marshal Shang stepped over the corpse and walked in. After entering the room, he found a female corpse with her throat cut lying on the ground, and Shang Xiaolou was wearing He was dressed in white silk pajamas, the cuff buttons and trouser legs were stained with a lot of blood, his black hair was loose, and he stood there with a gloomy expression. Compared with the female corpse lying on the ground, he was more like a ghost in a rainy night, very infiltrating. , is creepy.

"You killed this man?" Marshal Shang said expressionlessly, squinting his eyes at Shang Xiaolou, his thick eyebrows lowered into a slight frown.

Shang Xiaolou didn't answer him, the silver hairpin in his hand had already announced that he killed him.In the evening, he went back to his room and took a sip of tea. The taste was not right. He knew that the teapot had been drugged long ago. When he lifted the curtain of the bed, there were indeed two women who were almost sexually obsessed. Spending the cloud and rain together, the smell of rouge made him sick.

Since it was what they wanted, he would fulfill them.

Marshal Shang saw that Shang Xiaolou was holding a silver hairpin in his hand, he suddenly laughed and praised three times, "Good! Good! Good!"

"I knew none of my sons were cowards. I'll go to the shooting range with me tomorrow." Marshal Shang patted Shang Xiaolou on the shoulder. The hotness is far more than his other sons, even the eldest son who has been on the battlefield is not as hot as him.

Marshal Shang asked his servants to drag away the two corpses that had been completely cooled on the ground and take care of them.

After Marshal Shang left, Shang Xiaolou had someone prepare a large tub of cold water for him, and took off his bloody clothes. Shang Xiaolou sat in the large tub, holding a plum blossom wooden hairpin, and whispered, "Brother , I didn’t let people pollute, and you don’t let people pollute.”

The cold water wrapped him, and the reaction from the medicine made him hot and dry, but his face was ice-cold, as usual, except that his hands kept moving, and he whispered, "Brother, brother."

If a helpless little beast made a whining sound, Shang Xiaolou came out of the tub after an unknown amount of time, put on brand new pajamas, and fell asleep holding the plum blossom hairpin.

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Shen Qingchuan went out these few days to find a job, and the rest of the time he basically spent with Miss Guan Boya, went to teahouses to drink tea and listen to plays, went to dance halls to dance together, Shen Qingchuan would also make drinks for Miss Boya, but every now and then It was Shen Qingchuan who got drunk instead.

Although they didn't explicitly say that the last piece of paper was broken, they both agreed that the other party was a man and a woman. This was a tacit matter.

In the past few days, Miss Guan Boya had a very comfortable life, except that sometimes she had to deal with matters at the pier and crushed a few jumping grasshoppers to death, the rest of the time, he enjoyed Shen Qingchuan's pursuit of him, fawning over him, and seeing him everywhere a feeling of.

The sun came out today, and the wind blowing through the windows was hot, and it was extremely hot and stuffy. Shen Qingchuan proposed to go for an outing and draw a picture for Miss Guan Boya.

Xiangshan is located on the outskirts of Bohai City. It has a large area of ​​lush vegetation and lush foliage. It is very suitable for outings in the summer. Down below, a small lake was formed, and many students would come here for outings every now and then.

Guan Boya is wearing a high-necked cheongsam today, but this cheongsam is slit on the side, not the usual piping, but the shape of peacock feathers embroidered with gold, green, blue and black silk thread stitch by stitch, to set off the The complexion of her thighs is extremely snow-white, and she wears half black lace gloves on her hands, holding a feather incense fan of the same color, and a green round gemstone on it.

And Shen Qingchuan is wearing a white shirt and a pair of brown suspenders today. The pants are a little close to the skin, and his buttocks are a little strangled when squatting. He has already taken off the thin dark green suit jacket. The jacket is the same as Guan Boya's In the same style, he was holding a thick sketchbook and a pencil, sitting not far away, helping Miss Guan Boya to draw.

Someone passing by stared at Guan Boya and wanted to walk over, Shen Qingchuan got a little angry and warned the person to leave.

Shen Qingchuan picked up his suit jacket and approached Guan Boya under the shade of the tree, but he did not expect that he had already fallen asleep. The coat was gently covered on the slit of Guan Boya's cheongsam. Guan Boya closed his eyes to rest, and gently covered his face. A piece of green gauze was used to block the light, and his red lips could still be seen through the green gauze, and a few bunches of purple grapes and some red cherries were placed in a wooden box next to it.

The wind gently brushed the veil, and the green veil floated gently like waves up and down. Shen Qingchuan bent down in a mysterious way, and gently kissed Guan Boya's lips through the green veil, waiting for him to leave When Shen Qingchuan approached, he pressed one hand on the back of his neck. In fact, when Shen Qingchuan approached, Guan Boya woke up.

The saliva wetted the green gauze. Shen Qingchuan had never kissed so blatantly in the suburbs. He was very nervous that others would find out what they were doing. Although there were few people around them and there was a big tree as a cover, he was still so nervous. His face was flushed, and he unconsciously grabbed a few grasses on the lawn with his hands.

At other times, Miss Guan Boya is very gentle and elegant, but when kissing, she is a bit aggressive.

With his lips in his mouth, his breath heated up, the wind blew through the leaves and made a rustling sound, after the kiss was over, Shen Qingchuan's eyes were filled with mist, like big grapes soaked in spring water.

"Have you tasted the nectar?" Guan Boya said with a smile, he tasted very sweet crabapple nectar, how could Shen Qingchuan dare to respond, even though he couldn't help but want to steal a light kiss, he didn't expect Miss Boya He would be so bold, but after all, he was the one who took the initiative first, so he was inevitably a little guilty, and it was hard to blame Miss Boya.

"No...no..." Shen Qingchuan's cheeks were burning hot, and he hesitated.

"Then trouble Sanshao Shen now, peel the grapes for me, the ones without the skins." Guan Boya leaned against the tree, very lazily, as if nothing happened just now, but from the movement of his fan, it can be seen He was in a good mood.

Shen Qingchuan blushed and lowered his head, took out a purple grape from the box and peeled it, dipped his fingers in the fragrant juice, the peeled purple grape had crystal clear flesh.

Guan Boya held the hand of the fan, and turned his wrist. Shen Qingchuan's fingers were as long as jade, and when he picked up the pulp, he had a strange and beautiful feeling.

Guan Boya's lips parted, and he ate the pulp. The soft tip of his tongue accidentally touched Shen Qingchuan's fingertips, and he bit his teeth lightly. Shen Qingchuan was trembling all over. He was trying his best not to be embarrassed. .

Seeing Shen Qingchuan's blushing appearance with his head lowered, Guan Boya couldn't help laughing out loud. The young man's black shattered hair fell on his snow-white neck and swayed gently. The hand in the black lace glove lifted Shen Qingchuan's chin very gently, this time it was Guan Boya's turn to move over.

Bending down, the fine sunlight falls through the gaps in the branches, and the wind affects the mottled light and shadow, as if there is a stream of light sliding down the back, like peacock feathers inlaid with fine emeralds on the cheongsam.

After passing through the juice, Shen Qingchuan was pressed against the tree trunk, the rough bark was a bit harsh, his lips were already slightly swollen from kisses, when Miss Boya pried open his teeth, he deliberately retreated step by step, as a matter of course Enjoying the strength of the opponent, attacking the city, although a little shameless, but he couldn't restrain his joy in his heart, like a gorgeous firework bursting.

"Have you tasted it now?" Guan Boya pressed Shen Qingchuan's forehead and asked him in a low voice, as if a couple were talking sweet words.

Shen Qingchuan didn't make a sound, but nodded, not daring to look at Miss Boya again.

"Done?" Guan Boya didn't care much about how many paintings Shen Qingchuan drew for him, he just enjoyed Shen Qingchuan's gaze on him, his eyes sparkling, as if a gem was shining for him alone.

"No." Shen Qingchuan shook his head, he was distracted now, and couldn't calm down to draw at all.

"Then let's go!" Guan Boya got up and left, patted the grass seeds stuck to the cheongsam and the few grasses that Shen Qingchuan pulled down. They booked a place at Wanquan Villa, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter near noon up.

After Shen Qingchuan collected the things, he put the grapes, melons, fruits and sketchbooks into the wooden box, crumpled up a green gauze handkerchief, abandoned it on the lawn, and was almost blown away by the wind.

A small piece of Fang Qingsha was wet, and it was still stained with bright red lipstick marks. Followed to catch up with Guan Boya's figure.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels Chia Wow and Qingming Ququ who unlocked this theater, and the little angels of Arigado for their overlord tickets and nutrient solution

Scumbag author: There is a small theater chapter in the future, will it be too much for Boss Guan?do you want to stop

Master Fu: Isn't it my turn in the next chapter?

Crazy Shang: I guard myself like a jade for my brother, it's time to arrive

Boss Guan: You just had your honeymoon, so you opened it?

旗袍美人关老板感谢在2020-11-2221:21:22~2020-11-2318:39:43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: Qingming Ququ, eat one;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Didi please get 15 bottles in the car; Mu Yunyan 2 bottles;

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