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

Shang Xiaolou stopped and looked at Guan Boya with serious eyes, which were colder than before, vigilant and gloomy.Young Master Shang was taken home from the hospital a few days ago. The doctor said that his nerves were compressed and his lower body was paralyzed, which cannot be cured with the current medical level.Grand Marshal Shang saw that the eldest son was not expected to be able to be expected, so he began to train him, but this matter has not been announced yet, and even the people around Grand Marshal Shang will know about it.

"Oh, it turned out to be a little wolf cub, no wonder he was so cruel. I never thought that Mr. Shang, that reckless man, would give birth to such a cruel little pervert." Fu Chenliang said mockingly.

"Are you a man? How could you be a man." Shen Qingchuan said in shock, as if he had been slapped in the face, with an expression of disbelief.

He couldn't believe it at all, the taciturn girl who asked him to study every night for more than a month, and Shang Xiaolou who was afraid of thunder and would hide in his arms at night was a boy.

"You lied to me!" Shen Qingchuan recalled the kiss on the stage again, blood rushing to the top of his head, he choked on the breath that was growing in his chest, and shouted angrily.

When he was angry, his eyes, which were as bright as water, seemed to be lit with two clusters of flames, and they were like broken gold rippling in the lake.

Eyebrows are like lacquer, lips are redder, and a few smears of dust on the face can't cover up its special color, but there is a kind of bright pearl that can't cover up its brilliance even if it is dusty.

For more than a month, Shang Xiaolou had thousands of opportunities to explain, but he didn't, Shen Qingchuan had a feeling of being fooled.

"Brother, you never asked me, so why would I lie to you? When I kissed you on stage, weren't you very emotional?" Shang Xiaolou said without any guilt.

Hearing this, Fu Chenliang picked up the leg of the chair next to him and swung it towards Shangxiaolou. The two fought again, and the fight was even more fierce than before. If Fu Chenliang is a full-grown, vigorous and swift leopard, with experience and skill , then Shang Xiaolou is a wolf cub who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. He is ruthless and doesn't think about the consequences.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from the side, and lifted Shen Qingchuan's left cheek to the right. Before he could react, a kiss with the smell of tobacco fell on his lips, slightly parted. Lips and teeth, sweeping across the city, leaving traces in every position, and there is no room for rejection in the slightest.

Guan Boya was already tall, but today she was wearing high heels, her eyes were half closed, and a small shadow fell, looking down with a sense of oppression, holding Shen Qingchuan's wrist, like welded and solid handcuffs, unable to break free.

With a soft snap, only the two people who were close to each other could hear, and their lips parted.

The water threads involved made Shen Qingchuan blush, and his mood was very complicated. He was still immersed in the anger of being fooled by Shang Xiaolou before, and now he was shocked by Miss Boya's such a bold move, and his heart was in turmoil. Half angry and half ashamed, I don't know what to do.

Shen Qingchuan turned his head aside, and wiped the ambiguous water marks around his mouth with his sleeve.

"Disinfection." Guan Boya lowered her voice with a hoarse voice, poured into Shen Qingchuan's ears, raised her eyelids, and looked at the two who had stopped, her eyes were indifferent but not cold.

"Boss Guan, you're being a bit unkind." Fu Chenliang's expression changed, it didn't make sense that he was fighting here in full swing, and that little Begonia was making out with Guan Boya.

Seeing that they stopped fighting, Shen Qingchuan turned around, and Cun Shangxiaolou said, "You better stop thinking about it, I don't like men, I don't miss you from the past, and your affairs from now on have nothing to do with me, You can do it yourself."

Fu Chenliang narrowed his eyes slightly as soon as these words came out, and touched the round opal cuff on his cuff.

Shang Xiaolou obviously didn't take Shen Qingchuan's words into his heart, he still did his own thing, what belonged to him, just stay by his side obediently.

Seeing that Shen Qingchuan was about to leave with Guan Boya, Shang Xiaolou stepped forward and grabbed Shen Qingchuan's arm, not allowing him to leave, saying, "Don't leave."

But Guan Boya swung his hand away forcefully, Shang Xiaolou turned his wrist, trying to stab Guan Boya's wrist, this woman deserves to die, and anyone who covets his possessions deserves to die.

Striking + being very ruthless, he would have to draw a long and deep gash on Guan Boya's arm before giving up.

Guan Boya grabbed Shang Xiaolou's wrist and lifted it up, folded it back, and raised her leg high towards Shang Xiaolou's abdomen. The black skirt was slit high, revealing a little snow white, and the tail of the hairpin was sharp and shining silver. The hairpin fell into the air and was caught by a hand wearing a black lace half-glove. It was thrown behind Shang Xiaolou and fixed on the wooden board.

The movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, done in one go.

"People who can't be fingered, you'd better not move. If it wasn't for Qing Chuan's face today, it wouldn't be such an easy thing next time." Guan Boya looked at Shen Qingchuan who was holding his arm , said Shang Xiaolou, who was lying on the ground.

That knee hit his abdomen with more strength than Fu Chenliang's, and he didn't know where he hurt the liver, gallbladder, pancreas and spleen, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of Shang Xiaolou's mouth, and he watched the two leave with gloomy eyes.

Fu Chenliang took two steps and squatted next to Shang Xiaolou, patted his head, took a puff of cigarette and said, "Don't look, boy from the Shang family, he is not someone you can covet."

After going outside, holding Guan Boya's hand, Shen Qingchuan let out a breath and found a secluded place.

"He didn't hurt you just now, right?" Guan Bo Yalu's hand did completely crush Shang Xiaolou, but Shen Qingchuan was still worried, for fear that Guan Boya was hurt somewhere.

"He can't hurt me in the slightest, and he's quick to strike, but his claws and teeth haven't fully grown yet, so he's not as good as me." Guan Boya picked up the long tobacco rod, holding the agate mouthpiece in his mouth, and the rising smoke was like a veil, soft The coldness of his brows before.

Guan Boya glanced at Shen Qingchuan again, and said, "Stay away from him in the future."

Shen Qingchuan agreed, held Guan Boya's hand, and sent him away in Miss Boya's car.

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The second floor of Yunting Studio.

In the whole studio, there are only charcoal pens scratching the white paper, the rustling sound, and the bright and soft sunlight falling from the skylight on the roof. The hazy glow also made his clear face more beautiful.

A few female students who were painting looked up at him fascinated, and when they came back to their senses, they lowered their heads again, their faces were tacitly blush.

Although a piece of bright yellow cloth was hung on Shen Qingchuan's body, and his body was not exposed, it could still be seen that his legs were slender and extremely beautiful, with well-fitting muscles attached to his tibia, and his skin was even and fair.

His eyes are as black as ink but bright and warm, like the shadow of Zhaoyang sun. His bright red lips touch a little smile, which makes people think about the precious crabapple flowers enshrined in the greenhouse.

The owner of the studio couldn't help but be speechless. The master of the Shen family can give birth. I heard that all the children in the family have good looks. The third son completely combined the excellent appearance advantages of the two of them, as if God had favored this person alone, so he was suitable for being a model.

Look at those female students, all of them are well-known ladies, some of them are even more outrageous than men, and now they are all red-faced.

Since Shen Qingchuan was recruited as a model, the number of people who came to his studio has doubled from less than + people before, to about two or three + people, and some of them didn’t even come to learn painting, they only heard about Yun Ting A handsome young man came to the studio, and they flocked to have a look.

If it wasn't that his studio is too small, it can only be arranged in batches, or if it can accommodate a hundred and eight people and collect a lot of money every day, then he will be rich and ascend to heaven.

"Boss, add water, how can I wash the brush when the bucket is empty?" A voice like a warbler's cry was full of coquettishness.

"Hey, here it is, the water is here." The owner of the studio scooped up a large handful of water with a big wooden spoon, and poured it into the hair of the man with modern curly hair tied up high and pearl clips on the top of his hair. Miss Jiao, the small bucket next to it.

There is a large water tank on the back of the studio, and the people in the studio walk a few steps, and it takes less than + seconds to bring a small bucket of water.

It's a pity that the people who come to his studio are all rich and young ladies, such as this Miss Jiao who is in the ginseng business at home, she has a very delicate temper.

"Oh, how clumsy are you, and you don't know how to serve others. I asked you to bring a small bucket of water, and you splashed my skirt. No wonder it can't compare to Maria's golden studio." Chen Keyu looked down at her skirt , this dress is newly bought, and I specially entrusted someone to bring it back from Country F. I heard that it was designed by Master Rafael, and only this one is out now. It is the first time for her to meet Shen Qingchuan today in order to dress up more beautifully. wear.

The skirt was only slightly stained with red water, but unfortunately it was a white skirt, which was not suitable for wearing in the studio, but now it was stained with color, which was very conspicuous.

The owner of the studio said that he would lose money, but Miss Jiao refused, crying and begging to pay for a dress that was exactly the same, brand new, and if someone else wore it, she would not want it. In Bohai City, only she and Miss Fifth of the Shen family had this dress. .

The owner of the studio felt dizzy for a moment and didn't know what to do.Originally, Shen Qingchuan saw that it was time, so he went down to change clothes and prepared to go back. When he came out, he saw that the owner of the studio was arguing with a lady in a foreign dress. He came to make a rescue, and after understanding the reasons, he said with crooked eyes, "Why is Miss Chen so angry?" , I have a way to let you have a unique skirt."

"Oh, Mr. Shen, what can you do?" Seeing that the person who came was someone she admired, Chen Keyu's voice was deliberately soft.

I saw Shen Qingchuan half-kneeling on the ground, holding the skirt cloth of the long skirt in his hands, picked up a paintbrush and dipped some dye, and even painted on the cloth.

Chen Keyu didn't care what color Shen Qingchuan painted on her skirt, seeing Shen Qingchuan wearing a white shirt and a pair of black trousers, like a gentleman kneeling on one knee, made her think of the word proposal, and her heart skipped a beat , the jealous eyes of other women present made her vanity rise to the extreme.

Chen Keyu hopes that time can slow down, but the happy time always flies by like a fleeting moment.

"Miss Chen, the painting is finished." Shen Qingchuan said.

The others were in an uproar, Chen Keyu looked down at the hem of the skirt, and saw that there were two delicate red roses painted there, which were so lifelike, and a white butterfly landed on it, everyone only thought that the skirt had Inhaled the strange fragrance, surrounded Chen Keyu and praised her for this dress.

In fact, the white cabbage butterfly is an ordinary cabbage butterfly. It can be seen everywhere in Bohai City. It is not a rare thing. There is a lot of vegetation outside the painting, and occasionally one or two will fly into it.

Seeing that Shen Qingchuan helped him out, the owner of the studio quickly came over to thank him. He never expected that Shen Qingchuan could have such superb painting skills, so other people also surrounded him, saying that he would ask Shen Qingchuan to help them make a painting as well.

Shen Qingchuan waved his hands again and again, evading and refusing, and everyone had no choice but to give up resentfully.

Shen Qingchuan walked to Leng Qiudu's side, saw the sketch he drew, which showed every inch of human texture, and couldn't help but praise, "I didn't expect that your sketch is so good, why don't you give this painting to me?" give it to me."

Shen Qingchuan thought about giving this painting to Ms. Boya, so that he could learn more about sketching and not draw flowers and plants all day long.

The author has something to say: scum Author: I know Tian Leng’s hands, if you don’t leave a message, I will ask Boss Guan to draw for you

Little angels: Is there such a good thing?

Everyone: Mr. Shen, you draw really well

Guan Boya: It’s me, good teaching

Shen Qingchuan: Student Leng, you draw me really well. Can this painting be given to Miss Boya?

Leng Qiudu: Have you heard what people say?

关老板用一副画画感谢在2020-12-0323:58:39~2020-12-0423:50:31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 mine: Boss Guan is the most fragrant! 1;

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