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

Chapter 109

The autumn rain was in a hurry, and it was raining heavily.

Shen Qingchuan was holding an umbrella, and the heavy rain hit the open black umbrella surface, the fabric of the umbrella surface trembled slightly, rolling down like round beads.

Through the bead curtain strung together with raindrops, Shen Qingchuan looked into Fu Chenliang's eyes, and his lips, which had been kissed red, showed whitish traces, like light snow falling on red plum petals.

After getting off the car, Shen Qingchuan stood on the road, he straightened his back, as if he had the confidence to resist, and the solid and hard ground gave him the strength to support him.

He looked at Fu Chenliang with a cold look in his eyes, a thin layer of autumn frost condensed, the cold air permeated, and his tone was polite and alienated, he said, "Mr. Fu, let the past be written off. Thank you for your help before. I will send someone to pay you back the medical expenses owed before."

When I was young, the matter of smashing my forehead was wiped out with a kiss.

There was also the medical expenses that were advanced for Leng Qiudu before, Shen Qingchuan sent someone to pay back once before, but Fu Chenliang refused, saying that he would save it for another time.

Shen Qingchuan didn't want to have too much interaction with Fu Chenliang, he wanted to settle everything, repay the kindness, and never have any entanglements again.

However, how could the man in the car agree so easily.

Fu Chenliang sat in the car with his legs crossed, the toes of his leather shoes were bright, and his coat was still scattered on the ground, probably because his body temperature had risen and it was a little hot. He also unbuttoned it, and opened it carelessly.

There was something strange in the lower abdomen, a big bulge, Shen Qingchuan saw that Fu Chenliang was so unabashed and undisguised, he simply had no sense of shame, he clenched the hand holding the handle of the umbrella tightly, his knuckles were slightly white.

Fu Chenliang exudes a fierce and unruly aura all over his body, and his unusually handsome appearance makes people feel that he is too sharp, his eyes do not hide his wolfish ambition, his strong desire for someone to win.

"Dingxi—"

With the sound of the lighter being rubbed, a cluster of bright flames shot up suddenly, and the light reflected in his deep eyes, like lacquer. Fu Chenliang held a cigarette between his fingers and took a deep breath. Only the bitter taste Only the smell of tobacco can slightly suppress the raging desire in his heart, and the curl of white smoke is wrapped around his slender fingers like silky silk.

The curvature of the corners of Fu Chenliang's mouth is quite perfect, it seems that there is a hint of playfulness hidden, revealing sharpness and sharpness, his little begonia is so innocent.

"When I help people, I always want to get something in return."

"However, if Third Young Master Shen owes something, I'm not in a hurry to chase after it. Third Young Master Shen can pay it back slowly..."

Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips, stood at the same spot, secretly thinking in his heart that he planned to ask the servant to bring a box of small yellow croakers to Fu Chenliang's residence the next day.

The rain was heavy, and it couldn't cover up the loud singing of the Qunfang Song and Dance Hall on the opposite street.

Fu Chenliang kindly suggested, and asked, "Sir Shen, do you want me to give you and Second Young Master Shen a ride?"

"No need." Shen Qingchuan confided two words, turned around and left.

Fu Chenliang was sitting on the back seat of the car, smoking a cigarette, looking at the back of Shen Qingchuan holding an umbrella through the misty rain curtain and the curling white smoke, which faded little by little.

Open the car door wide, let the autumn wind carry a trace of rain, blow into the compartment, and sweep away the heat.

Fu Chenliang didn't say to the driver in front until he finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, "Let's drive."

Close the door, start the car, the car is driving fast, a cigarette butt is thrown out of the car window, and the bright red spark from the cigarette tail falls into the small puddle and goes out instantly.

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Qunfang Song and Dance Hall.

In this hazy autumn rain, the illuminated plaques are red and hazy, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass.

Li Bojiang and Lin Dawei booked a box in the Qunfang Song and Dance Hall, and they got drunk. Several bottles of red wine and foreign wine.

During the drinking competition, Young Master Ma accidentally poured a glass of red wine on Shen Yifan's body, pouring a large amount on his hair and neck, and Shen Yifan also got drunk, the two had a little quarrel, and then they fought for some reason.

Li Bojiang and the others also drank a lot, and they came to try to persuade them to fight, and they were beaten a few times.

In the back is the dancing/female lady who was afraid of causing any big trouble, so she hurriedly ran to call the lobby manager of Qunfang Song and Dance Hall.

The manager of the lobby brought a few bartenders to separate Shen Yifan and Young Master Ma who were entangled and wrestled together.

However, the inside of the private room was in a mess. The opened bottles of red wine and foreign wine were tilted here and there, and the wine spilled all over the floor, gurgling out, a large piece of the blanket and sofa was wet, there were all kinds of broken wine glasses, and the tables were overturned.

All kinds of utensils were smashed, and the manager of the hall felt very distressed. If other people made trouble like this, the manager of the hall would have given him a bad face and asked the bartender to beat up the troublemaker and throw them out.

Fortunately, the young masters in this box are all regular customers. The hall manager knows that their families are well-off, and none of them are rich young masters who are short of money, so they are not easy to offend.

He knew that Shen Yifan, the second youngest of the Shen family, was the host today, and Mr. Shen was a well-known wealthy businessman. Naturally, he could afford to lose money for the little money in the private room.

The manager of the lobby knew that he couldn't lose the money, so he hurriedly asked someone to help the other young masters who were drunk to rest in the guest room. Foreign guests.

He hurriedly checked the injuries of Second Young Master Shen and Young Master Ma, Shen Yifan's mouth was cut a little, and he was punched several times, Young Master Ma's right eye was black and blue, holding his leg and screaming in pain.

The hall manager hurriedly asked for an inspection. He lifted up Young Master Ma's trousers and took a look. His left leg hit the hard edge of the table. There was a big bruise on his calf. It just looked scary, but luckily no bone was hurt.

The manager of the lobby notified the people of Ma's family and asked them to come and pick up Young Master Ma. As for Shen Yifan, after getting drunk, he became drunk and wanted to jump on the table to sing, and then broke into the box next door to compete with others. Drink and see who can drink the most.

In desperation, the manager of the lobby naturally did not dare to keep Shen Yifan down, so he hurriedly informed Shen's residence.

The hall manager stood at the door, waiting for the Shen family to send someone over so that he could take Shen Ershao back.

The two bartenders supported Shen Yifan's left and right arms, but unfortunately, Shen Yifan was drunk, and when he got up early, he would turn to the east and west for a while, and the two bartenders even staggered a few steps .

Shen Yifan only felt that the two logs next to him were in the way. Wherever he wanted to go, these two logs would block his way, which was really annoying.

Shen Yifan's neck and face were all red, he put his arm around a bartender's shoulder, stretched out a finger, and muttered, "I...I'm telling you...I'm not drunk. is one."

It's unreasonable to talk to a drunkard, you can only follow his words.

The hall manager coaxed, "Yes, yes, Er Shao Shen, you are not drunk."

"I... I can still drink ten bottles of foreign wine." As he said that, he was about to walk in, and the drunken man had great strength.

Fortunately, the two bartenders are both thick and strong men, otherwise they would have been toppled by Shen Yifan's drunken brute strength.

"Second Young Master Shen, I'm drinking tomorrow."

"Take a break first."

The two bartenders had a bitter face, and hurriedly tried to persuade Shen Yifan to make less fuss.

Seeing that Shen Yifan couldn't move after walking for a long time, he still stayed where he was, ignoring the persuasion of the two bartenders next to him, and when he heard the sound of rain falling outside the hall door, he wanted to break free from those two and jump outside go.

Pushing left and right blocking, for some reason, Shen Yifan really broke free from the two bartenders, let go of his feet, and was about to run outside.

The hall manager hurriedly called the bartender who was still standing next to him, "Don't be like elm bumps, why are you standing there, why don't you hurry up and pull Shen Ershao back."

The lobby manager stamped his feet anxiously, it was raining heavily outside.

If it got wet or got sick, Shen Yifan woke up afterwards and blamed them, the people of Fang Song and Dance Hall, for not taking good care of him.

You know, Shen Yifan is a big benefactor, and a large group of young masters from rich families play very well with him.

It took a lot of effort for the two bartenders to pull back Shen Ershao, who was drinking madly in the rain.

The hall manager asked someone to come over with a towel to wipe the rain off Shen Yifan's body. Just after he finished wiping, he turned around and heard a clear and clear voice.

"Second brother."

The manager of the hall looked sideways, and saw a tall and tall young man who was putting away his umbrella, stepped into the gate of Qunfang Song and Dance Hall, and stood under the eaves.

Taking a closer look, the hall manager couldn't help sighing in his heart, he has such a handsome appearance, his temples are like ink, with a touch of rain vapor, his skin is faintly shiny and flowing, like a jade mountain, the most special thing is his pair of like Eyes as bright as amber wine, filled with a bowl of full wine, the waves are slightly bright.

His facial features are handsome, so beautiful that he doesn't look like a real person at all.

Shen Qingchuan put away the umbrella, erected the umbrella on the side of the wall, propped it slantly, the gurgling rainwater gathered down from the black umbrella surface, leaving a small trickle of water.

"Third brother, you...why are you here?"

Although Shen Yifan was drunk and walked staggeringly, he felt that his mind was still clear, and he could count the number of fingers on people's bodies. Naturally, he could still recognize the person next to him, and it was his good fortune The third brother - Shen Qingchuan.

As soon as the hall manager heard Shen Yifan address the young man, he knew that the person who came was the third young master of the Shen family.

Li Bojiang and his group of rich young masters usually talk more about which restaurant has the most authentic dishes, which song and dance hall singer sings the best, and which famous lady in Bohai City looks the best, but in the end they will all mention The most beautiful one is the third young master of the Shen family - Shen Qingchuan.

The hall manager heard what they said, but he had never met Shen Qingchuan before, and he was also a little curious about the third young master of the Shen family, which young master could look better than the young girl's family.

The manager of the hall hurried forward and said with a warm smile, "Sir Shen, you are here. If you don't come again, Second Young Master Shen will demolish the Qunfang Song and Dance Hall."

Shen Qingchuan turned his gaze to the fat man in his late thirties who was approaching, and glanced at the nameplate he had buttoned on the collar of his suit. There was a small horizontal letter on it, with his name and title written on it.

Shen Qingchuan's eyes contained a soft luster, which looked tender and affectionate, and there was a kind of overly beautiful that made people want to get close to him. With a kind and harmless smile on his face, he said politely, "Manager Xu, I'm sorry to trouble you, my second brother Didn't cause any trouble?"

Shen Qingchuan was mentally prepared to come over to clean up the mess, and turned his gaze to Shen Yifan, seeing that the corners of his mouth were slightly torn, his hands and feet were still intact, and he could still be drunk, so there shouldn't be any serious problems, so he felt relieved tone.

"Master Shen, what are you talking about?" The lobby manager said with a smile, his white face and fat face looked like a big steamed bun, and the creases when he smiled were like folds on the skin of a bun.

"Second Young Master Shen, he just got drunk and broke some utensils, but nothing happened. It's just a trivial matter, so it's okay." The hall manager said.

"Master Ma is all right?" Shen Qingchuan asked what was worrying him.

"It's nothing, it's just a bump, and the people from the Ma family have already taken him back." The hall manager explained.

"That's good." Shen Qingchuan felt relieved, he was still worried that his second brother beat up Young Master Ma.

"Then I will send someone to Shen's residence tomorrow for the bill." The lobby manager asked.

"No need." Shen Qingchuan said.

"Tomorrow, if you send it directly to the Xiling Newspaper Office, someone will pay you the bill."

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