Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Xinglan couldn't be more clear about what the word "family banquet" means.

He and Qin Zhun hadn't gotten married before, but everyone in the royal family knew that he was Qin Zhun's partner. If Qin Bohuai took him to a private social occasion now, the rest of them would definitely be blown up.

But so what?

Not to mention that he and Qin Zhun were not married and did not receive a certificate, even if the ceremony was held, Shen Xinglan was very happy to wear this green hat for him.

Although the mermaid vest fell off, it was impossible to lose the amnesia vest. Shen Xinglan immediately began to perform: "Since it's a family feast, why can't we go?"

Qin Bohuai put the wet towel aside, folded his hands on his lap, raised his chin, and stood up to appreciate his performance.

Shen Xinglan opened his clear eyes, and his hoarse and charming voice was dragged soft and delicate by him: "I only know you. In my heart, brother Bohuai is my relative."

The young man woke up early in the morning with his hair untied, and his long silver-white hair hung loose on his shoulders, shimmering like smooth satin.

The half-lying posture on the table, the collar of the shirt is open to both sides, the tattoo on the collarbone is about to fly, and the more delicate and fair skin texture spreads along the silk shirt, which arouses infinite reverie.

As long as Qin Bohuai raised his head, he would be able to see the beautiful scenery. He turned his gaze to the side, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"On occasions like family banquets, others bring company, so why would I be willing to go alone with brother Bo Huai?" Shen Xinglan moved forward a few inches like a snake, her red lips parted, "Do you think so?"

The air seems to be full of viscous sugar, so sweet that you can even smell the sweetness when you breathe.

The unique ocean atmosphere that belongs to young people spreads little by little, like the fragrance of flowers blooming.

Even if Qin Bohuai doesn't look at it, his senses of hearing and smell can clearly outline the appearance and taste of the person in front of him, leaving more room for blank space.

He has never been a gentleman, nor is he a passive person. On the contrary, he is very active and aggressive.

However, when encountering a rabbit that would cry in fright at the slightest hint of aggression, he could only do his best to restrain himself.

Qin Bohuai turned his gaze back again, the beauty snake almost softened and lay on the table, he said slowly: "Do you really want to go?"

Shen Xinglan nodded without hesitation.

"Sure," the man said without looking sideways, "promise me something, and I'll take you there."

Shen Xinglan said briskly, "Promise what?"

Qin Bohuai thought for a few seconds: "I'll talk about it when I think about it."

Shen Xinglan nodded again: "It's a deal."

He believed that Qin Bohuai was a human being, and he took a step back and said, for things like empty checks, let's make a profit first, maybe he will not be in this world as soon as the mission is completed?

No matter how you think about it, you can make money without losing money.

Qin Bohuai was not an inkblot either, he waved his hands at him: "Go and change your clothes."

Shen Xinglan happily turned around and returned to the room.

The place for the afternoon gathering was set at a certain racecourse in the suburbs, only honored guests were entertained here, and there were few people throughout the year.

Qin Bohuai arrived neither early nor late, Qin Zhun and Su Ting had already arrived, and the rest were relatives of the royal family.

The old man was hale and hearty, with a pair of bronze eyes remaining sharp from the killing field. When he saw Qin Bohuai, he laughed heartily at first, and came forward to pat him on the shoulder: "You've grown taller again."

The last time the two met was when Qin Bohuai had just graduated from the military university and officially entered the military headquarters.

At that time, Qin Bohuai was still young and immature, a sunny and handsome boy, but now he is more like a sharpened sword. When the scabbard is sealed, it is low-key and unassuming, and its awe-inspiring brilliance can be glimpsed from the gap .

Qin Bohuai hummed: "You are still energetic."

He presented the gift bag in his hand, and Su Jin was used to being informal, so he took the gift box and opened it casually. Inside was a hardcover agricultural book "Common Life", which was out of print on the market.

Su Wen has been obsessed with farming and feeding fish for the past few years, and he has the intention of retiring to the countryside. He asked people to search for the book "Common Life" for a long time but failed.

I didn't expect to get it here today, and I couldn't help it for a while, touching the book like a treasure.

At this time, the passenger door clicked, and the door was slowly pushed open. The silver-haired and snow-skinned young man stepped out of the car. He was dressed in a light coffee suit to make his demeanor gentle and clear. His long hair was tied up at the back of his head casually. He wore a pair of rimless glasses between the bridge of his nose, and there was a slight smile on his lips.

From the moment he got off the car, it seemed that all the scenery had been eclipsed.

Even Su Ting was stunned, squinting his eyes carefully for a couple of times, only to find this person's indescribable familiarity: "This is..."

Qin Zhun, who was standing not far away, saw Mu Ye with a breezy face, his teeth were almost gritted, and his expression looked like he had seen a ghost.

In his imagination, he should have heard the news of Muye's accidental death in the past two days, but he didn't expect to hear that M had lost contact first, and now Muye was brought to a private banquet by Qin Bohuai.

Isn't this blatantly greening him? !

Qin Bohuai answered calmly: "A friend."

Su Zhi is old and doesn't come to Capital Star very often, and many news are lagging behind, and he is not willing to get involved in other people's affairs. Hearing his introduction, he believed it.

After getting off the car, Shen Xinglan fixed his eyes on Qin Bohuai, spontaneously followed him half a step away, and greeted Su politely: "Hello, Uncle Su, I heard brother Bohuai mention you a long time ago, and I finally met you today." .”

Su Ting smiled instantly, "Really?"

With a harmless face, Shen Xinglan naturally had the power to speak convincingly, without blinking his eyes, he smiled sincerely:

"Of course, not only that, Brother Bohuai told me in detail about your love for farming on the way here. In the book "Common Life", there is a kind of crop that is tenacious, tenacious, and unique. It's like..."

Unaware that he had said this, Qin Bohuai stopped and looked sideways at him.

As soon as this topic was opened, Su Ting had a lot to say, and the two chatted very happily. Shen Xinglan seemed to be a good listener and talker, responding from time to time, and could inspire the other party to continue on to the next topic.

So far, Qin Bohuai has unknowingly seen many different appearances of Muye. These different faces are like a kaleidoscope, which makes people feel novel, and each time they look at it, they will always have different scenery.

Qin Zhun next to him saw that his eyes fell on Mu Ye, and his face was very unkind.

Although he didn't give much sincerity to Makino, he just wanted to show off to him, but at any rate, he has been in love with him for the past few years, and he doesn't like others thinking about his things.

One day is his, and the whole life must be his.

The most painful thing in the world is this. He has to be close to the person he hates the most, and he has to bow his knees and greet him with a smile.

Qin Zhun clenched his fists secretly, and after a long time of mental construction, he slowly approached Qin Bohuai and asked, "Uncle, how are you doing recently?"

Qin Bohuai's attitude towards him has always been neither cold nor indifferent: "It's okay."

Qin Zhun tried to save the situation and let the atmosphere stop doing this: "Why did you bring Mu Ye here today?"

Looking far away from Qin Bohuai, in the stables not far away, several shiny horses graze with their heads down, and farther away is a large uninhabited wilderness and secluded green forest.

He casually folded the cuff twice and turned it up: "If you want to wear it, you can wear it."

The topic terminator is nothing more than that, Qin Bohuai has no desire to continue the chat at all.

If it was a normal day, Qin Zhun would have walked away long ago, never putting a hot face on a cold ass, but today he was uncharacteristically, not only did not leave, but continued to stand by his side.

"Uncle Su just told me that he wants to go back to the military headquarters and miss the past." Qin Zhun also looked forward, "Uncle, you are busy with business, why don't you let me go back with him?"

Su Ting is a nostalgic person, although he seldom goes back, the military department is of great significance to him, even if he doesn't mention it, Qin Bohuai will take him back for a walk.

So he went straight back: "I'll take Su Bo there."

Qin Zhun's eyebrows twitched, he laughed dryly, and continued: "Anyway, I'm free, so I'll follow along, just to learn from experience."

Qin Bohuai looked at him, but didn't speak.

Generally, his attitude is acquiescence, and it is not a big deal to him.

Qin Zhun knew that this matter would not be so easy to succeed, he gritted his teeth secretly, and his eyes fell on Qin Bohuai's wrist.

His wrists were free of any frills, as clean as he was.

Except for the optical brain ring.

The bright ones won't work, only the dark ones.

In order to increase his bargaining chips, he had to get Qin Bohuai's pass.

Just as Qin Zhun was talking to Qin Bohuai here, Shen Xinglan kept paying close attention to the movement not far away from the corner of his eyes.

He had a button-sized tracker in his pocket, and it was blinking red light silently, reminding him that another communicator that could match the skeleton communicator was nearby.

Time waits for no one, he has to hurry up and act!

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