A heartthrob's daily life through books [Quick Transmigration]

Juan Qingshu didn't expect that Leng Feng would take him home.Actually, Leng Feng didn't think of it himself.

Through the car window, looking at the busy traffic outside the window, looking at the silhouette of the city in the sun, Juanqing thought a lot quietly.

When Juan Qingshu was not paying attention, Leng Feng quietly adjusted the rearview mirror of the car.Leng Feng was driving the car, looking at the young man in the back seat from the rearview mirror of the car. The young man was still calm and indifferent, with some youthfulness fading away, revealing a more attractive core.

No one knew how Juan Qingshu lived these days, and Juan Qingshu herself didn't want to mention it.But not being mentioned doesn't mean that Juan Qingshu won't think of it herself.

It was an unfriendly and unhappy time.

The sunlight shines on Juan Qingshu through the glass, adding beauty to the handsome boy, but it can no longer warm this indifferent and calm boy.

Leng Feng lives in a one-bedroom apartment, the room is simple and clean, and clean sunlight fills every corner of the room.

Juan Qingshu had no luggage, no clothes, so Leng Feng carried him the clothes that were too small for him.

"Make do with it, I'll take you to buy it when I have time."

Juan Qingshu nodded, and went into the bedroom to change into a loose coat that obviously didn't fit well.

Leng Feng sat on the sofa, drank a glass of water, looked up and saw the clean boy coming out of the bedroom, looking at the thin wrist exposed under the boy's rolled-up sleeves, his heart beat a little faster.He has always known that Juanqingshu looks good, but now, he finally realized correctly that this young man is not only good-looking, this young man's appearance is too illegal and too attractive to commit crimes.

The rolled up sleeves fell down again, covering the boy's entire hand, and Juan Qingshu had to roll up the sleeves higher, revealing his slender and pale arms.

Juan Qingshu sat on the sofa opposite Leng Feng, drinking lightly with a glass of water.

Leng Feng, who has been single for a long time, has no idea how to deal with the extra tenants in his nest, so he can only keep silent.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

"Reading?" Juan Qingshu raised her head and asked.

"Hmm? Well, good." Leng Feng should be caught off guard.

Juan Qingshu took down two books from the bookshelf, handed one to Leng Feng, held the other in his hand, and read it quietly.

The noon time between the two passed silently amidst the pure sound of flipping books.Until Leng Feng got up and went back to the police station.

Leng Feng, who was driving the car, was thinking about the quiet look of the boy reading in the sunshine, and thinking about his boring life, if there was someone who could accompany him quietly, he wouldn't find him boring, and he wouldn't feel that he was not good at words. It's a very lucky thing in life.

Thinking of the boy in the apartment, Leng Feng's cold face couldn't help softening, the word happiness suddenly lit up in his heart like fireworks, which made Leng Feng feel a little strange.Leng Feng parked the car on the side of the road, closed his eyes and calmed down the inexplicable scorching heat in his heart.

In the apartment, Juan Qingshu put the book back on the shelf, turned around to turn on Leng Feng's computer, and checked the information.

The quiet days passed by like water, and Leng Feng was used to the extra quiet teenagers at home.He no longer works endless overtime, and no longer feels that life in the city is so pale. Facing the heavy traffic, he feels that his mind and body have returned to that small apartment, in his own nest.

Holding the evidence he had worked so hard to obtain, Leng Feng happily looked at the boy on the sofa, "Qingshu, the evidence is complete, this time, we will definitely win the case."

To Leng Feng's surprise, Juan Qingshu was against suing the Wei family's servants.This is exactly the opposite of what he expected.

Leng Feng's enthusiasm was suddenly extinguished by Juan Qingshu's refusal.

Leng Feng looked at Juan Qingshu's calm face, frowned, and said in a harsh tone, "You are condoning their crimes, you are not tolerant, you are encouraging crimes."

Juan Qingshu quietly looked at Leng Feng who was a little innocent because of his honesty, and he just looked at Leng Feng quietly like this, "Do you want me to sue them?"

Leng Feng nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I agree." The boy said.

Flipping through the pile of evidence at hand, Juan Qingshu knew that Leng Feng must have spent a lot of attention on his matter.

Juan Qingshu stood in front of the window, looking at the city in the night, looking at the flowing vehicles, a little bit of emptiness appeared in her calm eyes.

On the second day when Juan Qingshu sued Shen Zhai's servant, rumors flooded the sky, newspapers and Internet media news rushed to the center of the incident like a wave, Juan Qingshu.

#Young Stealing Habitual Offender#

#Young Murderer#

#Juvenile recidivist mother shows her own experience#

#Young man owes a huge debt to force his biological father to death#

#Mother bears tens of millions of debts for her son#

#Youth Temptation Police Elite#

#Youth lures the only brother#

#Who is the real love victim#

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Such topics have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, with a large number of interview videos of neighbors and neighbors in the past, so that all news topics point to the source of all evils, the parties involved, and Juan Qingshu.

When Leng Feng saw these topics, he hurried back to the apartment, but the door of the apartment was already overwhelmed by a huge crowd.

Looking at this absurd scene, Leng Feng suddenly felt that his self-righteous rescue was actually nothing more than pulling out other people's scars that had healed, revealing bloody wounds that ignorant people kept pouring on them. Salt.What justice, what law, what justice, but only his own self-righteousness.

Leng Feng looked at the people rushing towards him, and deeply felt the powerlessness of the 14-year-old Juan Qingshu.

Leng Feng closed his red eye sockets and forced himself to regain his composure. If he couldn't do justice to the boy, how could anyone in this world stand up and say a word of justice for that child.

Leng Feng pinched his own palm with his fingertips, and answered everyone's questions calmly and rationally.

The gathered crowd was dispersed by the law and order police, and Leng Feng saw the door of his apartment.

Leng Feng stood in front of the door, holding the key he took out with his fingers, but he was still unable to open the door.He didn't know how to face the boy in the apartment.

Leng Feng wandered in his thoughts, stretched out a pale hand from the side, held his hand, and inserted the key into the keyhole.

Leng Feng looked at the boy wearing a cap next to him in surprise.

The boy raised his eyes and looked at him quietly, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."

The two looked at each other, Leng Feng suddenly hugged the young man into his arms and held him tightly, on his bright face, two lines of tears trickled down, soaking through the young man's thin clothes.

At this moment, the only thought in Leng Feng's mind was that if the boy is well, it will be sunny.