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

at dusk.

The dusky sunset glow poured into the room with the evening wind, and the white fine mesh curtains hung a few dull yellow.

With the last touch of the setting sun, the warm red radiance spilled into the floor obliquely, the waist hem of the white shirt was also dyed with warmth, the slender trouser legs wrapped around the well-proportioned calf, and the toe of the leather shoes was polished brightly.

Shen Qingchuan stood in front of a long mirror, buckled the gold-plated retro tin buckle with one hand, put on a luxurious and casual suit jacket with smooth cut lines, picked up a brown frosted glass perfume bottle, pressed it twice, Spray a little on the back of the neck and hair.

The smoothed hair seems to be glowing with black silk under the sunset, and the cheeks are fair and clean, as if dyed with a little orange mist.

The faint citrus fragrance mixed with woody fragrance, the fleeting bitterness is gradually wrapped by the looming woody fragrance, just like Shen Qingchuan's inclusive and gentle feeling.

Shen Qingchuan took out his pocket and took out a small note, the writing on it was clearly visible.

Lowering his head and drooping his eyes, he rubbed the note with his slender, white fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

The sunlight fell on the dense and long black eyelashes like dust, trembling slightly, like light-colored moth wings shaking off scales and gold powder, and the slanting shadows fell mottled on the flawless face.

His expression was cold, and it was difficult to read his emotions from his expression.

Shen Qingchuan kneaded the note in his hand into a small ball of paper, paced back and forth at first, and finally lay down on the soft bed, with his arms resting on his forehead, covering his eyes, the disordered emotions in his heart were like shadow monsters dormant in the setting sun , grabbing his weak corner with teeth and claws, laughing at his cowardly escape, mocking that he must be smashed to pieces.

Keeping him silent gives a clearer picture of what the brain wants.

“Tuk tuk tuk…”

There was a knock on the door, and Liang Bo, the housekeeper standing outside the door, asked, "Third young master, dinner is ready, Mrs. Madam is waiting for you downstairs."

Shen Qingchuan jumped up from the bed, as if he had made up his mind, opened the door, and said to the housekeeper Liang Bo, "I have an appointment with a friend, so I won't be coming back tonight."

After finishing speaking, he walked quickly and left like a hurricane.

The housekeeper, Liang Bo, stood in place, with age-stained wrinkles on his face, and kindly eyes, watching Shen Qingchuan's back as he left.

Although the third young master has been busy with the affairs of the newspaper office recently, it is rare to see him so energetic and happy like today, probably because he is going to meet a very important friend.

Hey, it's better for young people to be more energetic.

Looking at the third young master's meticulous attire tonight, maybe, after a while, the Shen residence will welcome a young and beautiful third young lady.

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Yuhua Mansion.

The servants cleaned the mansion clean a day earlier, the floor was mopped twice, it was so bright that it could reflect people's shadows, and the utensils were wiped spotless.

The porcelain red beauty bottle was replaced with a cluster of the brightest red crabapple flowers in grand bloom.

All of this is just to welcome the most distinguished guest tonight.

"Ding dong... ding dong..."

With two ding dongs, the doorbell rang.

The blue-clothed servant who had been waiting by the gate for a long time hurried forward to pull open the copper-plated gate handle, greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Shen, you are here."

"Guan Ye has been waiting for you for a long time. He has been waiting for you since the afternoon of the day, and he is looking forward to your coming."

The servant in blue tugged at his sleeve, motioning him not to talk so much.

Although Guan Ye started to choose the clothes to wear and kept changing clothes since this morning, he knew how much he attached importance to tonight's date with Mr. Xiao Shen.

But these words fell into Mr. Xiao Shen's ears. If Mr. Xiao Shen thought that Guan Ye was not prudent enough and had a bad night tonight, Guan Ye would blame him.

Or talk less, do more, and make no mistakes.

"Mr. Shen, this way please." The blue-clothed servant bent slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

Shen Qingchuan didn't care much about what they said, nodded coldly, and followed the blue-clothed servant.

After all, he had stayed in the Yuhua Mansion for a while, and he was familiar with the route of the mansion, knowing that the servant in blue was leading him to the inner hall.

The furnishings in the mansion have not changed much, the only change is that there are fewer servants than before, and only a few familiar faces can be seen.

On the aisle, there was only the crisp sound of the soles of Shen Qingchuan's leather shoes stepping on the floor.

Lamps lit up on the walls on both sides, and the faint light fell on the black eyelashes, on the white jade-like cheeks, and sprinkled on the thin red lips.

When he came to a double-opened western door, the servant in blue stopped in his tracks, bowed his head slightly and said, "Mr. Xiao Shen, Lord Guan is inside, you can go in."

Pushing open the two doors, Shen Qingchuan walked in, and the servant slowly closed the door and locked it with a key.

When Shen Qingchuan heard the ticking sound of the lock being locked, he paused, glanced back, and continued walking forward.

The huge living room is somewhat ambiguously furnished. The bright marble floor is paved with thick red velvet rose petals to form a red carpet. The bright red color seems to be like fruits spread on the snow, luring the ignorant and innocent lamb step by step. To the trap.

He didn't know what was waiting for him, the abyss of sin or the sweet paradise.

There are red gauze curtains hanging all around, overlapping one after another, except for the light shining not far away, which cuts out the figure of a person.

The hazy atmosphere, the sweet white fragrance mist, seems to be sliding the red yarn with boneless white hands, climbing up the hanging curtain, it is necessary to wrap it around.

Shen Qingchuan lifted away layers of red gauze curtains with his hands, and when only the last layer remained, he stopped in his tracks.

It seems that the layer of red gauze is the fence of the sharp fence, and if it goes deeper, it is a ferocious beast imprisoned by heavy chains.

Through the thin red gauze, it can be clearly seen that there is a person lying on the long and large dining table, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, with a lazy and undisciplined posture.

Like a beautiful snake sitting on a throne, wrapped in silk, waiting for its delicious prey.

"Why, don't come in." A slightly hoarse and sexy voice sounded in the empty living room.

"What you wrote on the note is to dance."

Dance?How boring that is!

Guan Boya sneered softly, walked down from the long dining table, stepped on a few velvety rose petals with bare feet, printed some transparent red flower juice, walked to a corner not far away, and lightly touched her fingers. Gently remove the phonograph needle.

The lazy singing voice flows out like water from the golden trumpet-like loudspeaker, and the stylus slides the vinyl record round and round.

"Can I come in now?"

Shen Qingchuan lifted the last layer of red gauze curtains, walked in slowly, saw Guan Bo Ya leaning on the simple and elegant gramophone, looked at him with a smile on his face.

Guan Boya looked like she had just taken a shower, her long hair was brushed to her left chest, her black hair had a luster like silk, and the slightly curly ends were moist, with a few drops of crystal clear water dripping from her.

It dripped into the open chest, slid down the strong, graceful muscles, and disappeared.

He only wears black silk, which is similar to a nightgown. The black silk silk fabric is printed with gold ginkgo leaves. The thin and explosive waist is tied obliquely with a belt. As he walks, his muscles are tight. The real calf is looming, only Shen Qingchuan has seen the extreme violence of his kicking flying people.

His clothes were disheveled, Shen Qingchuan would bet that he didn't wear anything underneath.

Shen Qingchuan turned his head slightly, dodging, not meeting Shangguan Boya's eyes.

"Why don't you dare to look at me?" Guan Boya's tone was very slow.

"You said that tonight is just for dinner." Shen Qingchuan felt the sweet and greasy fragrance in the air pour into his lungs, making him feel a little tired.

The long and narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, Guan Boya looked like a witch who came with a fragrant mist, holding a glass of wine, walked into Shen Qingchuan's arms, pressed his lips against his earlobe and said, "Isn't dinner here? "

Guan Boya raised Shen Qingchuan's chin with her fingers, making him look at her, how to tighten his eyes step by step.

Guan Boya held the wine glass in one hand and slowly swallowed the red wine.

The aroma of the wine is overflowing, with a slight aroma of mint and eucalyptus, you can know that this red wine is a rare and good wine that has been cellared for a long time.

Unfortunately, his master seems to be a little careless.

A trace of transparent thin red wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and slid down his fair neck, rather than drinking, it was more like pouring wine.

Guan Boya's eyes are like a highly skilled high-level hunter, with a focused expression and a strong desire to plunder the prey, tightly locking Shen Qingchuan's clear eyes, not letting go of his expression.

Guan Bo Ya's breath was full of mellow and strong wine aroma, and his face was somewhat lazy and comfortable.

He was watching that Shen Qingchuan's cheeks gradually flushed from the strong aroma of alcohol, the white jade earlobes were stained crimson, and even his neck was slightly pink.

He was wearing a suit, abstinent and meticulous, and his expression was calm and indifferent.

But with this appearance, it was like a sharp sword that easily lifted Guan Boya's black desire that was suppressed in his heart.

Straightforwardly, it entangles his heart and soul, and I really want to pull him into this lust_entanglement_.

The obsessive little Begonia, the treasure that everyone covets, is his intoxicated dream, and the fine wine he longs for deeply.

Guan Boya leaned close to the back of Shen Qingchuan's neck, rubbed it lightly with his lips, took a small sip of the delicate soft flesh on the back of Baiyu's neck, sniffed deeply, and hid it Between the sandalwood hair, there is a faint fragrance.

Feeling the waist under the suit with his arms around him suddenly tense, Shen Qingchuan trembled a few times as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

The feeling of being targeted is dangerous and exciting, and it teases Shen Qingchuan's sensitive nerves all the time.

But he still clenched his fists, suppressed the uncomfortable trembling sensation, and pretended not to notice anything.

Even cuter, his little crabapple really makes him fascinated.

A dim light flashed in Guan Boya's eyes, a trace of madness and obsession was hidden in the depths, his little husband was obviously moved by him, but he still had a cold expression.

Indifference will only make him more impatient, like poison flowing in his blood.

Guan Boya said with a soft smile, "This is your favorite red wine, specially prepared for you, do you like it?"

"Are you asking about wine, or people?" Shen Qingchuan's lips moved.

It seems that they are not interested in any of them.Just a casual question.

Guan Boya's eyes were like the flames of the scorching sun, scorching and hot, he wanted to completely melt Xiao Haitang's indifferent appearance into his embrace.

"Do you like people or wine?"

"You have to taste it carefully to know."

"There's a whole night where you can take your time—taste."

Holding Shen Qingchuan's tie tightly with both hands, they drew closer to each other.

Guan Bo Yala lengthened the ending, his tone was like a poisonous snake tempting Eve, greasy and lingering, dangerous and deadly.

The author has something to say:

I'm fine, I lie up straight, pick up all the little angels and give me a sip, Arigado, thank you, there's nothing in return for the thunderbolt and nutrient solution from the gentlemen, so I have to order some incense.

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Question today, little angel, do you like strawberries or cherries?

感谢在2021-02-1923:34:46~2021-02-2223:46:30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 cast the rocket launcher: 1 in the evening;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Chu Yuan 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of um ah huh; 5 bottles of Chu Yuan and the light of luck shining on me; 1 bottle of Rainbow Boat on the Moon and Crazy;

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