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The evening breeze swayed the lush leaves on the branches, the sound of squirming, and the chirping of cicadas that had been singing for a long time, the noise of a midsummer night swept through Shen Qian's body, and the long breath struck the Western clock on the wall, and finally, the minutes and the hour hand coincided in the direction of twelve quarters, and the midnight bell was perfectly played.

The heat was overwhelmingly wrapped around Shen Qian's back ridge, and fine water droplets gradually came out, sliding down little by little, converging into a stream of sweat, sliding down her tender white back. Shen Qian sat up from the bed in frustration, touched the hot sweat on his head, couldn't bear it, got out of bed and stepped on slippers as soon as he brushed his long hair, and kicked into the bathroom to take a bath.

The shower was turned on, the fresh water vapor was like a rain on dry land, Shen Qian was baptized by the splash, lying in the porcelain white bathtub, sinking her body little by little, enjoying the only place she felt satisfied with in the Lu family.

Sure enough, the old man was right, the north and the south do not intermarry.

The marriage between the Lu family in Beiping and the Shen family in Shanghai is inevitable. Shen Qian has nothing to criticize for the marriage of these two surnames, but after all, there is a big difference between the north and the south, when Shen Qian read it in the book before, he didn't think it was important, but now that he has experienced it himself, he found that he is really a newborn calf, too tender.

Let's not say that the two have nothing to talk about, let's talk about the life they live on weekdays, Shen Qian has been married to Lu Xian for a month, and now he really understands the huge difference between the north and the south culture.

Shen Qian loves sweetness, and when she was a girl at home, she was famous for her love of sweet cakes, especially the fragrant and glutinous hibiscus flower cakes, and she could often eat three plates a day.

Of course, after eating, you can't eat.

Therefore, although Shen Qian did not lack much food and clothing when she was young, she was thinner than celebrities of the same age, but her body was slender again, and her head was already on her second brother's neck when she was eighteen years old.

According to foreign sayings, she had secretly measured it herself, and estimated that it was about 1.7 meters.

But in this way, in the end, Shen Qian ate too much snacks when she was young, and her body, spleen and stomach were damaged. Now married, she is still a bamboo pole figure, she is a lady of a famous lady, she is not accurate, but she learns from her second brother, dresses up every day, and her life's hobby is to gather three fox friends of Mingzhen, Gu Yao, Song Shuise, and yo horses in the racecourse, and the night in the club in Shanghai Beach.

On weekdays, one of the things that Old Man Shen must do every day is to train Shen Qian, who has been raised by his own family.

But no matter how crazy Shen Qian is, he knows the bottom line.

As usual, we should be sociable, and we should be present. In the word of mouth of the lady of the celebrity, Shen Qian has also gained a lot of fame.

After all, the Shen family is a century-old family in Shanghai and one of the four famous families.

There are two girls from the Shen family. One is Shen Mu, who married Song Yu, the eldest son of the Song family, and the other is Shen Qian, who concluded a good relationship with the Lu family in Beiping.

People in famous families are not raised for nothing, how many people can really marry the people on the tip of their hearts? Zuo did not leave a covenant between the two surnames, and he obediently obeyed. No one will resist without a long eye, and in the end, it will be their own fame and fortune that will fall.

Who in this high society is not shrewd enough to be between his fingernails? The most important power here is the reputation that has been coveted by literati and writers since ancient times. But where is this reputation so good? It's not like heaping up dry bones.

Shen Qian got up, wrapped in a bathrobe, and didn't wipe the wet hair on his head, he went downstairs to the kitchen closet and touched a bottle of red wine, and there was a goblet hanging between his fingertips, so he walked slowly to the dining table in the main hall, and when he saw a set of Western flower tea porcelain cups left on the table, Qingyuan's soothing Yuanshan eyebrows wrinkled, and a small wrinkle was unscrewed in the center of his eyebrows.

The person brought by Lu Xian is really good-natured, and he made a pot of cold flower tea here before going to bed, is he afraid that Lu Xian will be thirsty when he comes back and doesn't drink it?

Thinking about it, Shen Qian didn't pour a cup and taste it.

Jokes, what the servants of the Lu Mansion did for their young master, she Shen Qian has not yet surrendered her identity.

The glass goblet touched the marble-surfaced table with a crisp sound, Shen Qian used the wine opener to pull the wooden cork, and a rich aroma of wine rushed to the tip of her nose, slightly rippling in this wide hall, and Shen Qian, who had not yet taken a sip, was slightly drunk.

Shen Qian slowly poured a small stream, sandwiched the wine handle between the index finger and middle finger, and dragged the full and round opening with the palm of his hand, with the slight shaking of Hao's wrist, the dark red wine slowly flowed in the wine glass, which was even more attractive under the bright crystal lamp.

Shen Qian raised the mouth of the wine glass against the tip of her tongue, tasted it lightly, and slowly filled the sensitivity on her tongue, and the stimulation of alcohol slowly smoked away Shen Qian's hot mind.

Sure enough, taking a sip of red wine is the best way to force out the heat.

Shen Qian put down the wine glass and sighed slightly. This habit of life is the last thing she wants to face.

Lu Xian is a system that is warm in winter and cool in summer, and he doesn't feel that he can't live without an ice cellar or fan. But for Shen Qian, it was already fatal.

She was thin-skinned, and she hadn't seen her husband much, and for a month, except for a week after the wedding, she saw him working on paperwork at home, but it was all in the study, and then she went out before dawn and returned late at night. She didn't want to mention these things to the housekeeper, after all, she had a thin face, and she was afraid that she would fall and fall on the face of the Shen family.

She married Lu Xian, and all she asked for was that there was a Shen character in her name and a Lu character in his name.

The two of them are just another record of two surnames in this city that never sleeps.

Slowly, Shen Qian's lower abdomen burned with a dry heat, which made her uncomfortable and uncomfortable. She opened her mouth, exhaled a hot breath, couldn't help it, and took another sip of cold wine, which flowed from her throat all the way to the source of the burning, and for a moment it was cold, and at the end, it burned even more like a flame.

Until her consciousness gradually blurred, all that echoed in Shen Qian's mind was just one sentence, why did she drink alcohol instead of water?

I don't know how long it took, until there was the sound of cars roaring outside the door, eroding Shen Qian's mind little by little, she was suddenly startled, but she couldn't let Lu Xian see that she was drunk late at night, otherwise the Shen family's good upbringing would be ridiculed by him.

Shen Qian stood up leisurely on the corner of the table, and his feet were unstable, but he still forced himself to touch the wine bottle and put it back in its place, and turned the wine glass upside down in the pool. Outside the door, the car had turned off, and the sound of a man's military boots was being heard, stepping up the steps. Shen Qian couldn't care so much, her brain twitched, she went into the toilet on the ground floor, and hid inside and didn't dare to come out.

Lu Xiancai came out of Paramount, his eyebrows and eyes were tired, his slender legs were wrapped under the dark green military uniform, his hat was removed, and he hung it on the hanger at the door, and he nested in the leather sofa and did not move. Closing his eyes is just the right light eyebrows, the thin pale lips are slightly pursed, and even the bony hands on the sofa are becoming more and more slender, a man who came out of the painting, but he wants to be wrapped in a military uniform, and lightly draws a fierce momentum that is incompatible with him, but no one says this, because such a man has a pair of eyes that are as quiet as a cold pool, a pair of eyes that you feel cold at a glance.

That kind of eye can only be exercised in the battlefield that has been tempered for thousands of years.

Shen Qian stuck behind the door of the toilet, the time was too long, she almost fell asleep, a stumble, she almost fell to the ground with her face, so frightened that she hurriedly held on to the wall on the side, but accidentally kicked the wooden basin at her feet.

Shen Qian didn't care, such a fall also woke her up, she put her ear close to listen to no movement outside, it is estimated that Lu Xian went to take a bath. Thinking so, she opened the door and stepped out.

But she didn't expect that Lu Xian had already heard the sound of someone in the toilet, so as soon as she went out like this, she hit the right one.

Lu Xian outside the door was leaning against the corner of the wall with his arms crossed, his slender legs were slightly bent, and his broken hair covered his forehead, which made his eyes like a pool more conspicuous and eye-catching.

At the beginning, Shen Qian saw such eyes, and buried a shallow shadow in his heart, destined for this life, Shen Qian was always a little cowardly in the face of Lu Xian.