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

Chapter 116

Guan Boya raised his chin, and the spider gem on the green veil was lying on it, twinkling, and he pinched Shen Qingchuan's palm with his fingers.

I don't know what perfume Guan Boya sprayed today, a faint cold fragrance spread out, lingered secretly, and floated to the bottom of Shen Qingchuan's nose, the faint fragrance was like the wind and frost exhaling the winter plum fragrance of Aoxue Lingshuang.

The lace fabric at the fingertips rubbed against the most delicate soft flesh in the palm, Shen Qingchuan couldn't bear the faint touch, a crisp/tingling sensation ran from the palm bone along the meridians of the arm, like A small electric current rushes into the blood, and then enters the heart, causing a slight tremor.

Shen Qingchuan's dense and long black eyelashes also trembled twice, the pupils under the eyelash feathers are dark and cold, shimmering, like the frozen Milky Way in the pure winter night, attracting travelers who have been tortured by wind and snow, looking up watch.

The light in Guan Boya's eyes also jumped, like using a long needle to gently stir a candle bean lamp, a bean candle that is about to be swayed and extinguished by the long wind, crackling and exploding a little tung oil, and the long needle as small as a hair is poked, and the flame ignites Brighten it up.

His eyes were as lingering as silk and water, as if the autumn scenery was gradually getting late. His eyes moved down, and Guan Boya glanced at Shen Qingchuan's brow bone, nose bridge, lips, and then to the beautiful jade chin. The sunlight outside the window reflected on him through the glass window. There, if the sun shines on a small light spot on the white jade, the jade will be more transparent, playful and lovely.

If no one else was present, Guan Boya would definitely wrap his arms around him, pull Shen Qingchuan into his arms, and kiss the light spot on his chin.

"What's that piece on your neck?" Guan Boya caught a glimpse of the bandage on Shen Qingchuan's smooth neck, pulled his arm, grabbed Shen Qingchuan's arm, and pulled him over. Before he took off the bandage on his neck, Shen Qingchuan waved it off.

Shen Qingchuan covered his neck with his hands. If Guan Boya found out about the hickey left by Fu Chenliang, he would definitely be involved in a lot of trouble. When he was in Jingu, he had never seen Fu Chenliang and Guan Boya fight. In the scene, the two struck fiercely, almost putting each other to death.

Shen Qingchuan thought that more things are worse than less things, knowing that Fu Chenliang harbored unruly feelings towards him, in the future, he would be careful and try to avoid contact with Fu Chenliang, so as not to offend his big Buddha, Bohai City is so big, he can still hide.

Facing Shangguan Boya's stare at him, Shen Qingchuan's eyes flickered, and he said in a soft tone, "I went to pick up my second brother last night, and my second brother accidentally got drunk and made trouble, and accidentally touched his neck with a wave of his arm. "

"Oh, let me take a look." Guan Boya raised his hand again, wanting to take a closer look, he saw that the skin around the bandage was a bit purple, and wanted to see if Shen Qingchuan was seriously injured.

How could Shen Qingchuan be willing, if this is exposed, wouldn't it be a fraud?

Having had an intimate relationship, the two of them are quite familiar with the traces branded on the skin.

"It doesn't matter, I applied the potion and it didn't look good. If other people saw it, they would misunderstand it." Shen Qingchuan told a lie. He knew that when lying, he couldn't look left and right, and he couldn't make small movements.

Shen Qingchuan clung to Guan Boya's hand, his eyes were as clear as water, like an east wind blowing on the waves of Dongting Lake, a small boat full of clear mist pressing down on the Milky Way, misty, and the lake was shimmering with stars.

"Third young master, someone is looking for you." A loud voice came from the stairs.

The buddy originally wanted to throw away the green radish, but seeing that it was a pity to throw it away, he found an earthenware pot to put it in and watered it again. Although it is not as delicate as the porcelain pot that the third young master specially ordered, it can be imitated. Put it on the table at the counter, the third young master said that putting it on the table is eye-catching, so he also learns it.

After finishing the flower pots, he wiped the dirt on his hands with a rag, and saw a person outside the door, saying that he was here to collect the bill. The clerk remembered Shen Qingchuan's order in the morning, and led him to the second floor.

Shen Qingchuan saw the person standing in the living room, with a broad forehead and a square face, and he looked rather simple and honest. He looked familiar, recalled it, searched in his mind, and remembered that this person was singing and dancing in Qunfang that night. A man standing behind the hall manager in the hall.

Shen Qingchuan went up to greet him, with a polite smile on his face, and said, "You were called by Manager Xu, right? Sit down."

Shen Qingchuan was very embarrassed to see people standing, and thanks to the help of Manager Xu, he called a rickshaw that night, otherwise he would have to hold an umbrella to support his drunk second brother, and he would have to spend a whole night in the rain Go back to Shen Mansion.

Shen Qingchuan distributed that gratitude to the person Manager Xu sent over, treated him a little more politely, and guided him to sit on the sofa in the living room.

The man was a little at a loss. Manager Xu saw that he was honest and steadfast, so he sent him to collect the bills. He had seen rich people make things difficult, he had seen the arrogance of rich businessmen, and he had never seen Shen Qingchuan so polite. The polite debtor simply treated him as a guest, but he was a little at a loss, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Sitting down on the cushion of the sofa, as if hiding a hedgehog, his buttocks quickly left the cushion, stood up and hurriedly said, "Master Shen, you are welcome."

"This is the bill for the Qunfang Song and Dance Hall. Take a look. I should go back after I collect the bill." The man took out a piece of paper from his pocket and listed everything on the paper. It was Shen Yifan who was at the Qunfang Song and Dance Hall that night. consumption of alcohol and food, including broken utensils.

Hearing the words song and dance hall, two people in the office on the second floor had different expressions.

Leng Qiudu was sitting on the chair, holding the pen with the hand that was placed on the table, exerting force subconsciously, the body of the pen pressed against the middle finger and sank slightly, his thin lips were pursed into a line, the corners of his mouth were pressed down, his eyes were dark Like a cloudy winter day, gloomy and cold.

In the past, he didn't care much about where Shen Qingchuan went, because he believed that Shen Qingchuan was a clean man, but he didn't know where it came from, since he came out of the Yuhua Mansion in a daze that day, or when it was a long time ago, there was something wrong in his heart. From the very beginning of practical thoughts, he wanted to interfere in Shen Qingchuan's life.

Leng Qiudu lowered his eyelashes, a slight disgust flashed in his eyes, his heart seemed to hide a monster full of jealous flames, Zhuang Xiaoxiao quarreled with him because he discovered that his information book was full of Shen Qingchuan's name , densely packed, nearly a thousand times written on one page, others can tell that it is abnormal at a glance.

Either there is hatred, the hatred is deep in the bones, or there is deep emotion, so that the person's name can be repeated thousands of times.

Guan Boya, who was sitting obliquely on the chair, raised his eyebrows when he heard Qunfang Song and Dance Hall. He was holding an exquisite porcelain bone teacup, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, like a delicate and elegant lady.

Shen Qingchuan thought that the man was going back to the Qunfang Song and Dance Hall in a hurry, and handed over the recovered account to Manager Xu. He was embarrassed to take up his time, so he took out the check he had prepared in advance from his pocket, wrote down a series of numbers, and signed it. Pass out your own name.

Shen Qingchuan opened his own account at Thirteen Bank. Recently, the Xiling Newspaper Office has been operating fairly well. In addition, some time ago, his elder brother also sent a sum of money to his account, so he has some savings.

The man took the check and said a word of thanks. Shen Qingchuan was the best debtor he got along with after chasing the bill. He was polite and quick to give the money.

The man travels outside every day, exposed to the wind and the sun, his skin is close to wheat, and his smile is even more honest. He said, "Young Master Shen, you are welcome. Manager Xu said that if you go to the Qunfang Song and Dance Hall, he will serve you a glass of fine wine. "

Shen Qingchuan sent the man to the stairs, and the staff took him down and sent him to the door.

Turning around, he saw two pairs of eyes, and his eyes fell on him, looking at him quietly, Shen Qingchuan helplessly spread his hands, and said with some amusement, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

He explained, "It's not what you think."

Leng Qiudu withdrew his gaze, tidied up a few books on the table, held the books in his arms, got up and went out, his figure passed by Shen Qingchuan, and then he said, "You like to go to those places, why should you care about other people's eyes."

Leng Qiudu's tone was very calm, like an outsider who was far away from Shen Qingchuan, if ordinary people heard such a tone, they would feel nothing, it was just a common point of view.

But when Shen Qingchuan heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He felt that Leng Qiudu was angry. Sometimes he felt that he was Leng Qiudu's emotional radar, which could detect Leng Qiudu's emotional fluctuations.

Shen Qingchuan saw half of the roasted sweet potatoes wrapped in newspaper left on Leng Qiudu's table, knowing that Leng Qiudu also had classes in the afternoon and was going back to Cornell University, so he hurriedly picked up the half of roasted sweet potatoes and chased after him.

As soon as Leng Qiudu stepped out of the threshold of Xiling Newspaper Office, Shen Qingchuan who was eager to chase down grabbed his arm, turned around, looked at Shen Qingchuan calmly, his eyes seemed to ask: What's the matter?

Shen Qingchuan was panting. Last night, he was drenched in rain and couldn't sleep well. He went downstairs and stood by the street. The cold autumn wind blew into his throat, causing itching.

Shen Qingchuan swallowed, barely suppressed the urge to cough, raised a smile, his pupils were like clear amber in the sunlight, shining brightly, and said with a smile, "Are you angry?"

Leng Qiudu pursed his lips and remained silent, with a silent expression, Shen Qingchuan thought for a while, thinking that Leng Qiudu minded him going to the Qunfang Song and Dance Hall, Leng Qiudu has always been very repulsed by those places, thinking that those places are glamorous and easy to wear down one's will.

Shen Qingchuan showed a smile, the sun poured down on his white jade-like face, the smile was beautiful and clean, like an autumn day that makes people feel good.

Leng Qiudu's mind trembled, and the fingers hanging on his right thigh couldn't help trembling, he managed to stabilize his mind, and his eyes shifted to other places.

Shen Qingchuan explained to Leng Qiudu that he didn't go out to hang out last night, and said, "The bill for the Qunfang dance hall was owed by my second brother, and it took me a lot of effort to bring him back to the Shen mansion last night." .”

Leng Qiudu was silent for a while, and said in a cold voice, "Stop going to those unscrupulous places in the future."

After a pause, he continued, "There are still people who have little contact with those places."

"Got it, got it." Hearing Leng Qiudu's tone relax, Shen Qingchuan hastily coaxed him.

Shen Qingchuan stuffed the half-baked sweet potato and a small red-brown potion bottle into Leng Qiudu's arms, knowing that he was in a hurry to go to Cornell University and had no time for lunch. Zhang He said, "This roasted sweet potato is still warm, you can eat it when you are on the tram, and there is this bottle of potion, you can wipe it when you get to school."

Shen Qingchuan thought that when Leng Qiudu was in the bathroom, he didn't know that his neck and collar were wet a lot, and his left hand with the bandage was also wet. The wet wound should be treated as soon as possible so that it can heal quickly.

Leng Qiudu lowered his eyes and closed them halfway. He didn't expect that Shen Qingchuan was still thinking about the injury on his hand. He thought that no one noticed the injury on his hand, even he himself forgot it. Only Shen Qingchuan Qingchuan still remembered.

Leng Qiudu opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, what could he say?

It was to tell Shen Qingchuan not to care about him anymore, he didn't deserve Shen Qingchuan's kindness to him at all.

Still tell Shen Qingchuan, since he is so good to him, why can't he like him more, surpassing the boundaries of friends, he is really jealous of that shameless woman upstairs, she is obviously not worthy of Shen Qingchuan, but she can be upright stood beside Shen Qingchuan.

No matter which sentence it was, Leng Qiudu couldn't say it, his mouth was bitter, as if someone stuffed a lot of Coptis chinensis into his mouth, the bitterness spread from the mouth to the depths of the heart.

In the end, Leng Qiudu only let out a "hmm", turned and left.

Shen Qingchuan returned to the second floor, and before he sat down, Guan Boya looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Why is your classmate Leng, just go out for a while, and you will be reluctant to leave."

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