Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

On the hunting ground, almost anyone with eyes can see the undercurrent between Qin Zhun and Qin Bohuai.

So the rest of the people avoided them as if there were none.

Qin Zhun has been used to being the favorite of the day since he was a child, and he wants to be the first in everything, and shooting and hunting is no exception.

However, the most taboo thing about hunting is to act too hastily. The more anxious he is, the more unstable his mind is, and the faster his prey will run.

Qin Bohuai didn't take him seriously at all, and still followed his own rhythm, calm and calm.

After several rounds of confrontation, Qin Zhun's face became more and more ugly. He held the rein tightly in his hand, and the knuckles on the back of his hand were protruding and turned pale.

A command sounded, the hunting officially ended, and the points on the panel were frozen.

Animal remains were everywhere on the ground, and the blood was mixed with the smell of green grass and spread, fermenting into an indescribable smell.

The commissioner is responsible for handling the scene, cleaning up the prey, waiting to be made into food later, and a barbecue feast will be held.

All the animals in the hunting ground have been genetically modified and raised in captivity. The meat is tender and plump, and it tastes good after being roasted a little.

The horses on the hunting ground returned to their positions one by one, and the people returned happily.Qin Bohuai's horse walked in the front, and when he reached the railing, he turned over and got off the horse with neat movements.

Shen Xinglan was almost tanned by the sun. When she saw Qin Bohuai, she put down her hands covering her eyes, took a small step forward, and opened her mouth to shout, "Brother Bohuai..."

Qin Bohuai paused slightly with his long legs, and stopped, his gaze passing by him occasionally.

In just a month, Shen Xinglan could switch freely between soft voices, his eyes were as bright as stars: "You are really amazing."

It is unprecedented to open such a big gap between No.2, and no one will say anything when they see it.

Just after a strenuous exercise, crystal sweat dripped down the man's forehead, and the breath of male hormones rushed to his face, with a slight sense of oppression.

Qin Bohuai had no expression on his face: "It's okay."

He didn't intend to stay, he unbuttoned two buttons casually, took off his coat, put it in his arms, and walked towards the changing room.

Shen Xinglan frowned slightly, belatedly grasping a certain subtle emotion, floating in the air, invisible and intangible, but it exists.

At the gambling table, Qin Bohuai's bettors were distributing money, the atmosphere was lively and cheerful, and the people beside him saw that Shen Xinglan hadn't moved, so they kindly handed over the coins to him.

Shen Xinglan didn't count. After receiving the coins, she said thank you, then turned and followed in the direction Qin Bohuai left.

In just a few seconds, Qin Bohuai disappeared without a trace.

Shen Xinglan's footsteps paused slightly, hesitating for a while between forgetting and going to have a look, before he could figure it out, he took a step forward with his toes.

The wind in the wilderness was strong, and the scorching sun poured down, and the whole field was crushed and recombined in the light, turning into a warm green.

Go forward along the path, turn left at the end and you will see the dressing room, and to the right is a rose garden, surrounded by long pavilions and verandas, with beautiful scenery.

Intuitively, Shen Xinglan walked towards the fitting room. Just after hunting, many people were changing clothes in the fitting room, and most of the red lights in the card swiping area at the door were on.

Looking over one by one, Shen Xinglan found the door of the marshal's exclusive changing room, but found that the lights were off.

People are not inside.

Only now did he clearly see that he was coming in this direction. Where can he go after such a short time?

Following the circular corridor to the exit, Shen Xinglan thought for a second, forget it, it's not a big deal, it's the same when we go back.

It's all here, why don't you have something to eat first.

He then turned a corner and prepared to go back. When he walked out of the circular fitting room, the sun splashed and hit the green trees, and the thick green spread in the light.

Shen Xinglan narrowed his eyes suddenly when he went from the dim light to the bright place. After adapting to the strong light, he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing by the rose lace.

There are many shadows of flowers, overlapping and swaying, cast on the ground, the man leans against the edge of the flower group, the long shadow stands obliquely, with a cigarette between his fingers, the curling smoke dissipates into the air like silk.

Walking half a step forward, the flowers and branches swayed slightly, and the slender and powerful wrist next to her seemed to be covered with white light, which was very conspicuous.

Bypassing clusters of gorgeous roses, Shen Xinglan saw the person at the other end of the corridor.

Angle problem, the other party turned his back to him, and walked forward casually, not noticing the movement behind him.

This was the first time Shen Xinglan saw Qin Bohuai smoking.

The subtle feeling that seemed to be absent swept over her head again, Shen Xinglan slightly opened her lips, and before she could say anything, she was coughed by the fragrance of flowers in the wind.

After coughing for only a second, he bent down, his neck to his chin was covered with a thin layer of red.

This movement, even the dead can hardly fail to notice.

Looking back, Qin Bohuai saw the young man tugging at the collar of his shirt and supporting the pillar with his hands. The contrast between his snow-white complexion and flush was sharp, like rouge swimming in white flowers.

He moved his eyes to the cigarette in his hand, put it out silently, looked at him again, and said in a very low voice: "So delicate."

The distance between the two was a bit far, and Shen Xinglan heard some voices vaguely, but he couldn't hear what he said clearly. He stood up straight and raised his head: "What?"

He coughed a little hard just now, even the ends of his eyes were moist, and those eyes were crystal clear and bright as if water had been quenched.

Qin Bohuai was silent for a second, then swallowed back the words that came to his mouth: "It's nothing."

Shen Xinglan didn't ask further, he bent his fingers and wiped the corners of his eyes lightly: "On the racetrack just now..."

Unexpectedly, Qin Bohuai said at the same time as him: "Qin Zhun came to look for you?"

He used the word looking for, instead of asking if he had looked for Qin Zhun.

Although Qin Bohuai saw him walk out of Qin Zhun's fitting room with his own eyes.

This is a relatively gentle way of asking questions. If a subordinate of the military department came over and heard Qin Bohuai use this tone, he might think he saw a ghost.

In front of outsiders, he has always ordered and prohibited, strictly disciplined, and said what he said.

Shen Xinglan immediately realized the meaning of this sentence, what did he see or hear.

The abnormality on the hunting ground is completely understandable.

Qin Bohuai's eyes are downcast, his eyelids are thin, and his eyelashes are extraordinarily long. When he looks at people with such downcast eyes, there is a sharp and cold arc, and all emotions are hidden in the deep eyes like the sea.

Now that he knows the reason for Qin Bohuai's change, this question is completely free for Shen Xinglan.

He looked up at him slightly: "What is he looking for me for, brother Bo Huai still doesn't know?"

The sunlight jumps through the branches on the ground, mottled, and the fragrance of flowers melts into the wind and melts at the slightly high temperature.

The young man walked towards him with his hands behind his back, red lips and white teeth, and silver threads brushing his snow-white neck, he looked up at him: "In this life, I only know Brother Bohuai."

The fragrance of the flowers becomes more and more intense, like stretched sugar threads.

The two of them lowered their heads and raised their heads, with such a close distance, it seems that as long as someone gets closer, they will completely cross the paper line.

Shen Xinglan's facial expressions, movements, demeanor, every detail is well grasped, he even knows how Qin Bohuai will react.

After all, he took up the title of uncle. In Qin Bohuai's eyes, even though he was a bit confused about how he felt at the moment, he would not do anything after all.

They will only keep their distance in a restrained and polite manner as before.

Afterwards, Shen Xinglan acted coquettishly again, and the two went home, and the matter was exposed.

He was good at wishful thinking.

But the next moment, Shen Xinglan froze.

The man who had been silent for a long time stretched out his hand, touched his side cheek lightly, and moved it to his chin like a dragonfly, the distance between his fingers and the corner of his lips was only millimeters.

The distance between the two of them shortened again, and the clear and protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down in front of Shen Xinglan's eyes, bursting into laughter.

It was low and hoarse, like some kind of soft hook, which took Shen Xinglan's heart lightly and lightly.

The fingers pinching his chin used a little strength to make him raise his head.

For the first time, those eyes that were always calm and calm had waves.

The man said lightly: "People should be responsible for what they say."