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

Chapter 146

The study is so quiet that you can hear the sound of a needle being dropped.

The three of them faced each other in silence, and Shen Keyuan looked at Shen Qingchuan. Seeing that he was sad, he straightened his body, curled his hands hanging by his sides into fists, and his tightly pursed lips revealed a bit of stubbornness.

The four eyes are facing each other, and each has its own position.

Seeing that there was no response from the study, the servant outside the door yelled again, and the raccoon slave in his arms meowed impatiently a few times.

"nothing."

Shen Keyuan sent away the servants outside, and he had to cover up for Shen Qingchuan everywhere, when he heard the footsteps outside the corridor going away.

Shen Keyuan sat slumped on the chair, feeling deeply frustrated. He was choosing between exploding the incident and locking Shen Qingchuan up, or choosing to hide it for him. In the end, Shen Keyuan was still reluctant to embarrass his third brother. More importantly, he knew that if Shen Qingchuan Qing Chuan made up his mind to leave, and probably would never appear in front of the Shen family in this lifetime. He did not want the Shen family to have a situation in which relatives were separated and life and death would not be known.

"Go away." Shen Keyuan made a temporary compromise.

"Thank you, First Young Master Shen, for your fulfillment." Guan Boya said.

"Heh!" Shen Keyuan sneered.

His eyes were cold and dark, his tone was ironic, and he said sullenly, "Do you think you two will last long? Qingchuan is just a young man who admires you. After two years, do you think he won't get tired of you?"

"You don't have to worry about this, Young Master Shen. Qingchuan can't do without me." Guan Boya smiled at Shen Keyuan, his eyes flashed a faint light, his expression on the surface was a little careless, But the strength of holding Shen Qingchuan's wrist was very domineering.

Shen Qingchuan looked for an excuse to tell Mr. Shen that he was busy with work and would not be going home for a few days. Mr. Shen knew about Guan Boya - when he came to Shen Qingchuan, he said he would go out to live - for a while, he knew that this matter had nothing to do with Guan Boya Inseparable from the relationship.

After seeing Guan Boya tonight, Old Man Shen also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he no longer had a deep negative impression of Guan Boya, he thought of the scene of Shen Qingchuan and Guan Boya standing together, and he felt ashamed. There is a bit of a pimple, Mr. Shen still upholds the old-school concept that when marrying a wife, he should marry a virtuous person, so Guan Boya seems to be a restless woman.

However, now that his son is obsessed with female sex, Old Man Shen was also young. He knew that Shen Qingchuan was deeply in love with men and women, and he couldn't get away from it sometimes. However, others persuaded him that he would often fall deeper and deeper. Old Man Shen Just tell Shen Qingchuan one sentence, don't kill anyone, it's not good to spread the word about having a child out of wedlock.

It was already late at night when he came out of Shen's residence, the night was like sinking water.

Parked outside the iron gate of the Shen Mansion - a black painted car was hidden in the night, Shen Qingchuan stepped out of the Shen Mansion at a faster pace, his mood was like that of a white pigeon being released from the birdcage, and his steps were also joyful, looking around I'm looking for Guan Boya's car.

"Drip-"

The whistle of the car sounded, and in order to remind Shen Qingchuan of the direction, the driver also turned on the lights and flashed two white lights.

Shen Qingchuan walked quickly to the back seat of the car, opened the door and sat inside, turned sideways to look at Guan Boya, his black eyes, like clear glass, shone brightly under the roof lights, and said, " Paya."

Guan Boya stretched out her arms, hugged Shen Qingchuan, and kissed Shen Qingchuan's eyelids with tenderness and strength, the warm temperature transitioned from the lips to the thin eyelids, and directly ironed to the bottom of her heart.

Guan Boya's eyes, which were as cold as stars and moons, curled up a little bit of love, watched his treasure return to his side, and said, "Let's go home."

The threads of love in the depths of Guan Boya's eyes are threaded and entangled, and the eyes meet, leaving Shen Qingchuan nowhere to hide. Even if he knows that the person in front of him is a poisonous spider, he is willing to fall into this spider web trap without struggling. waiting to be devoured.

Shen Qingchuan nestled in Guan Boya's arms, and the chilly autumn wind blowing in from the car window blew on his body at this moment, and it also turned into a gentle spring breeze that could bring good news. On a flat dirt road, the car bumped a few times.

"Hmm." Shen Qingchuan cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Guan Boya's voice sounded, and he naturally noticed Shen Qingchuan's shrinking movements.

When he got the whip wound on his back, although Shen Keyuan didn't swing the whip hard enough, his back turned red when it fell, and the wound was painful. There was another estrangement between Boya and Shen Keyuan.

Shen Qingchuan pretended to be relaxed, and frowned like a soft moon. If he didn't want to take the conversation, the best way was to ask in reverse. He said with a smile, "It's okay, what's wrong?"

Guan Boya's eyes darkened.

He raised his dry and slightly cool fingers, and rubbed them against Shen Qingchuan's white and warm cheeks. He perfectly cooperated with Shen Qingchuan, suppressing the desire for control and strength rising in his bones, and using a soft illusion to build it—warmth trap.

Guan Boya bowed her head and pressed her lips against Shen Qingchuan's white and soft earlobe and said, "If you don't want to say it, I won't force you, you can say it whenever you want."

"It's just that I don't want you to hide something from me. I'll be worried."

Guan Boya's voice seemed to be blown into the autumn wind outside the car window, it was gentle with a hint of coldness, but such a weak gesture inexplicably made Shen Qingchuan feel guilty.

Therefore, when Guan Boya bit his lip while kissing lightly, Shen Qingchuan was not angry, but instead cooperated with Guan Boya's plundering and sucking, his lips and fluids intertwined, and the kiss made Shen Qingchuan dizzy.

Another kind of small and broken sound resounded in the car, falling on the heart of a person like hundreds of ants sucking honey, numb and itchy, and I wanted to scratch it—scratch it unbearably.

Shen Qingchuan made a sound of protest, and when his moist lips parted, he made a small boo-sound, and was buried in the faint scent of cherry wine again.

Shen Qingchuan was out of breath, couldn't breathe, put his arm on Guan Boya's neck, accidentally tore off Guan Boya's dark green silk ribbon, hung it diagonally on his white hand like jade, and landed on the pale pink tiger's mouth, Like the emerald green vine branches bound and bound, the long black hair is pierced between the five fingers, and the texture is smoother than satin.

After this punitive kiss was over, Shen Qingchuan collapsed limply in Guan Boya's arms, like a peony plant drunk with fine wine. In the past, Shen Qingchuan would never have indulged Guan Boya and treated him so crazily. Especially with other people present, although the driver sitting in the driver's seat was taciturn, staring straight ahead, like a ghost, today this time was considered his indulgence.

Kissing can make Shen Qingchuan feel each other's existence and desire, and when he came back to his senses, he remembered that there was someone else present, and he became ashamed—his eyes closed on Boya.

Guan Boya's long hair was draped back, and his jet-black hair framed his fairy-like face, his long and cold eyebrows, his tall nose, and his extremely graceful and thin lips. The temperament on the body is cold and unreasonable, cold and abstinent comes with a body of snow, like a fairy living on the top of the snow.

It's just that right now the immortal is obviously emotional, he looked at Shen Qingchuan with gentle and doting eyes.

Guan Boya—stretched out his slender fingers without saying a word to wipe off the water stains on Shen Qingchuan's almost blooming gorgeous flowers, and his lips were so red that they were dripping red. These made Shen Qingchuan's lips even more red.

The light on the roof was still on, and the not-so-bright light fell on the top of Shen Qingchuan's black hair like crow's feathers, which seemed to be full of—Wang Rourou's black eyes, which wrinkled a little when they were emotional , the water is shimmering, reminiscent of the glamorous red wine, whoever looks at it can't help but indulge in it, just one glance will charm away the three souls and seven souls, wishing to drown the body and soul in those eyes, In particular, the faint blush that appeared on the hypoxic cheeks after the kiss was even more shockingly beautiful.

Shen Qingchuan has a fatal attraction to Guan Boya, beautiful and fraternal, clean and lovely soul, when others think he is as fragile as fragile beautiful porcelain, but full of resilience like a vine, when he is Thought he was a rich and noble young master who couldn't stand a little blow and would succumb to pressure and compromise, but he was as firm as a shining diamond, no matter how hard a knife was, it wouldn't leave a scratch on it.

Not only is his appearance outstanding, his soul is also so beautiful that it dazzles the eye.

The most important thing is that such a person still has a heart of fraternity, which is very rare.

At this time, Shen Qingchuan was lying in Guan Boya's arms, like a delicate and delicate flower, blooming recklessly and beautifully.

Guan Boyan's extremely sexy voice sounded hoarsely in the carriage, and he praised from the bottom of his heart, "Qingchuan, you are so beautiful."

Shen Qingchuan's cheeks became hot again. He straightened his body, lowered the glass of the car window, and leaned against the edge of the car window to breathe, so that the cool autumn wind could take away the heat from his face. How could anyone praise him? Men are beautiful.

The car drove across the driveway, and the shops on both sides of the road were lit up. Although there were not as many pedestrians walking on the road as during the day, there were still a lot of them. Various small vendors who came out to set up stalls and night markets kept shouting, selling small wontons, onions Fried noodles and so on, most of them are for food, and the rickshaws are running, and most of them are well-dressed men who go to the singing and dancing halls or big restaurants. spent on this journey.

Shen Qingchuan's eyes fell on the two people kneeling in the corner next to the street shop, obviously they were Mr. Li and Manu whom he met in the afternoon. These two people were tied to two wooden pillars with their hands behind their backs, and their legs were kneeling on the ground. After a long time, both of them lowered their heads, unable to see whether the expressions were dead or alive.

Their clothes and hair were stained with tomatoes, and rotten vegetable leaves were still hanging on them. They were filthy from top to bottom, and looked even more distressed than the beggars on the street corner.

Shen Qingchuan couldn't bear to ask the driver to stop, thinking that he would inevitably have the feeling of the death of a rabbit and a fox, thousands of emotions came to his heart, he opened his lips and said, "Bo Ya, help them."

Guan Boya looked at the two people outside the car window, he would rarely intervene in matters that had nothing to do with him, he rubbed Shen Qingchuan's hair, and said only one word, "Okay."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-1723:59:25~2021-04-1823:59:11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 of the irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Zuoshan Yuran; 3 bottles every year;

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