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

Chapter 130



Chapter 130

Slowly swaying tree shadows appeared at the feet from time to time.

"I saw something happened to Fu Chenliang, so I thought something happened to you too." When Shen Qingchuan said this, he still had lingering fears in his heart.

The sun fell on Shen Qingchuan's extremely beautiful browbones. Looking from Guan Boya's angle, Shen Qingchuan's eyes were like a pool of clear water between the mountains, with rippling clear waves, so beautiful that it made one's heart tremble.

Since getting to know Shen Qingchuan, Guan Boya has rarely seen Shen Qingchuan showing such a fragile expression.

At that moment, Guan Boya's heart twitched, distressed and joyful, he felt Shen Qingchuan's wholehearted liking.

Guan Boya's phoenix eyes were half-closed, and her eyelashes drooped slightly, as if the starlight was hidden in the deep evening night, revealing the light inadvertently, like a small silver fish jumping out of the pond water, shining like fish scales under the moonlight.

His eyes swept over the dense forest like the wind, over Shen Qingchuan's eyebrows, and over the tip of Shen Qingchuan's nose.

Gently rubbing Shen Qingchuan's cheek with his fingers, Guan Boya leaned over and kissed Shen Qingchuan's cheek.

The next moment, Shen Qingchuan was pulled over by a force and fell into a hug. At that moment, Shen Qingchuan's pupils dilated, and he could feel the strong and powerful heartbeat even through the thin fabric.

It's hard to describe the feeling at that moment, my heart is full of joy, like a huge wave rushing towards a small boat, or like a big rain mixed with sweet honey sprinkled in my heart.

At that moment, it was better than thousands of sweet words.

Shen Qingchuan was like a wooden man, staying in place, not knowing how to place his hands and feet.

Guan Boya hugged her tightly, her arms even strangled Shen Qingchuan's waist and limbs, but Shen Qingchuan laughed, melting in his mouth like a piece of sweet sugar, even the cold air breathed in had a hint of sweetness.

Right now, they belong to each other.

Wholehearted trust and sincere to transparent liking can dispel all fears and fears.

They stayed under the tree for a while, Shen Qingchuan asked, "Are we going back?"

The bay red horse not far away snorted, it chewed a few mouthfuls of hay, and took a few steps on the spot, as if it was very dissatisfied with the two people who were kissing each other under the tree.

Guan Boya picked up the red ribbon and tied it around Shen Qingchuan's wrist, and said, "No return."

In this horse race, there is only one player left, and it doesn't matter whether he wins or not.

Guan Boya dragged the other end of the red ribbon and walked forward, Shen Qingchuan followed behind him step by step, his eyes slid down and landed on the red ribbon, his slender and beautiful hands were tightly holding the red ribbon, which reflected Guan Boya's His hands are like finely carved jade.

Shen Qingchuan's mood was a little off, he remembered that he accompanied his elder brother to a wedding a few days ago, the bride and groom were holding a piece of red silk and accepting everyone's blessings.

The red line is connected, and a total of knots.

It's a bit like Guan Boya is holding him now, although there is no other person's blessing, and it is not too formal, but the world is used as an auditorium, withered grass and yellow leaves are invited as guests, and the rustling noise is used as the guests' joyful applause and blessings , think so.

The corners of Shen Qingchuan's mouth turned up, his heart sounded like a cheerful rhythm, his whole body was blowing gently like the wind, his steps were light, like the joyful and crisp singing of spring birds in the silent winter, he never tired of it.

Walking to the side of the burgundy steed that was like a flaming maple leaf, Guan Boya turned sideways and asked Shen Qingchuan, "Would you like to ride it, try it?"

Shen Qingchuan saw the thin-skinned sweat-blooded BMW with its long neck held high, and was a little eager to try it. He knew that sweat-blooded BMWs were always proud and very spiritual, and unless they tamed their masters, anyone it didn't approve of would ride on them. will be thrown off.

Shen Qingchuan asked Guan Boya, "Can I?"

The burgundy sweat-blooded BMW seemed to understand their conversation. It snorted and shook the horse's head, somewhat dissatisfied with Guan Boya's proposal. With Shen Qingchuan.

Guan Boya tugged at the bridle, making the sweaty horse bow its head, and tapped on the horse's head with its fingers curled up. I don't know what method he used. Obediently obey.

The author has something to say: If you are as timid as a mouse, you have to make it clear~ Sweet sweet, it’s too short, I’ll fill it up tomorrow, the overlord ticket and nutrient solution fed by the little angels of Arigado

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small theater:

The world is the auditorium, the dead leaves and autumn grass are the guests

Xiao Haitang: Rounding up the numbers, we will treat them as married

Boss Guan:? ? ?

Boss Guan: Please give us a grand wedding ([-] boxes of gold)

感谢在2021-04-0123:59:11~2021-04-0223:59:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Wei Qi, Tian Li Li 1;

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


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