Play fast and fast, eat up the love brain in one bite

Chapter 191: Warlord Young Commander vs. Shanghai Socialite Jin 15

Jiang Dingbei was leisurely listening to Pingtan in Suzhou Storytelling Hall when he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

"At the beginning, the young marshal said that if Miss Chun wanted to marry him, she had to be his concubine. Concubine?"

Chun Nianren repeated the last three words, with the ending tone full of meaning.

Chun Zhiyi sat next to her and whispered, "Young Master Jiang got drunk at Ciro's and was chatting animatedly with Little Mudan."

What were Jiang Dingbei’s original words?

The young marshal said at the beginning that if Miss Chun wanted to marry him, she had to be his concubine. Look, who is being whose concubine now?

Chunnian calmly brought today's newspaper.

"How do you know what Fourth Young Master Jiang said during his time at the entertainment venue?"

Chun Zhiyi chuckled.

"I just happened to help Xiao Mudan settle some things before. I knew you were my sister, so I told me."

The calmer Chun Nian's face became, the more curious Chun Zhiyi became.

"Sister, aren't you angry?"

Chun Nianren smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned the newspaper.

"angry."

The sound of turning pages is so natural, a storm brewing...

Chun Zhiyi clicked his tongue in his heart.

Humph, she doesn't care about the life or death of those stinky men.

That night, the lights in the Little White Building were dimmed.

Shen Tingzhou just climbed onto the windowsill and raised his hand to lift the gauze curtain.

"Marshal Shen's arm strength is really good."

The room was pitch black, and Chun Nianren's soft, drawn-out voice could be heard through the curtains.

The cold gun barrel stretched out, blocking the fog curtain, and the black muzzle stopped at his heart.

Chun Nianren had been waiting for a long time, with one hand folded and the other holding a gun. He exerted a little force, put the muzzle of the gun against him, and pushed him out.

"Young Marshal Shen wants to be a thief, but he has come to the wrong place."

Shen Tingzhou laughed out loud in his throat, and simply stretched out his arms and squatted on the windowsill.

He threw the coat in his hand over his shoulders, put his arms on his knees, and opened the curtains with both hands.

"Miss, I was wrong."

His apology came very quickly, but it was so quick that it was insincere.

Chun Nianren smiled coldly and pulled the trigger. A gunshot rang out. In a flash, the bullet brushed past the window frame, bringing out sparks of fireworks.

She really dared to fire a gun. The noise was so loud that even the main building across the garden was woken up and the lights were turned on.

"If Young Marshal Shen doesn't leave, there will be more news in Shanghai tomorrow."

Shen Tingzhou restrained his expression when she fired the gun, and stared at her quietly.

The gun he gave her was aimed at himself for the first time.

He quickly grabbed her wrist with a broad hand and jumped into the room.

If a real fight came, Chun Nian was no match for Shen Tingzhou and his gun was quickly disarmed.

"Shen Tingzhou!"

She opened her eyes slightly, and the man came up behind her and grabbed her wrists behind her back with one hand.

Shen Tingzhou slowly approached, kissed her ear, and spoke softly.

"Who said it was news? It's obviously a scandal."

He chuckled in a frivolous tone, then let her go, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her to the closet.

"Change your clothes, I'll take you somewhere."

"Don't go."

Chun Nianren's pretty eyes and eyebrows were filled with a hint of anger, and she turned around and glared at him.

Shen Tingzhou turned on the light, and the crystal chandelier lit up, illuminating her room.

He looked around and could already imagine the scenes of her life here in his mind.

"Beiping, you really don't want to go?"

Chun Nian's heart paused, and his anger faded visibly, turning into suspicion.

At this time, there were footsteps approaching the door. The maid walked to the door and knocked.

"Miss, someone from the police station came to the front to explain that the gunshots just now were the police arresting someone nearby. The person has been arrested, please rest assured."

Chun Nianren looked at Shen Tingzhou unhappily. The man raised his eyebrows, and his smile was full of calm confidence.

From the day she went abroad, she hadn't returned to Beijing for four years.

She whispered, "So cunning."

After a while, he finally raised his voice to the outside of the door and said, "Got it."

At the side door next to the small white building, hidden in the night, Shen Tingzhou's car was parked under the flower wall.

Adjutant Sun took out a few silver dollars from his pocket and slapped them into the hands of the brothers on duty that night.

"Thank you for your hard work, brothers..."

The train leaves the station at night.

Shen Tingzhou's special train is fully equipped with office and living facilities. Except for the small size of the carriage, he has not suffered any hardship.

There were tables and chairs by the window, and Chun Nian sat on one side.

Gun parts were scattered on the table. Shen Tingzhou stood beside them, his bony hands skillfully disassembling and assembling them.

He stopped and looked at her.

Chun Nianren raised her eyelids and looked at him, waiting for his next move.

Shen Tingzhou curled his lips, put his hands down, put them in his pockets, and then took out the gun he had taken from her not long ago.

Chun Nianren couldn't help but give him a sidelong glance.

But in Shen Tingzhou's eyes, every time he teased her like this, she looked extremely beautiful with her slightly furrowed brows and angry eyes.

Shen Tingzhou smiled casually and methodically disassembled the gun under Chun Nianren's eyes.

Modified, installed muffler.

"Miss, next time you shoot me full of bullets, no one will know."

Chun Nianren roughly knew what he enjoyed, so he resisted the urge to glance at him, turned his head away, and tried not to look.

But the expression on her porcelain-white face was cold, and her slender, beautiful eyes were also cold.

Shen Tingzhou still found it touching.

He moved his hands quickly, reassembled it, and the small handful lay in his palm.

Beauty is like a gun.

Every time he thought of the eldest lady raising her gun and killing the enemy with one shot, he thought to himself.

The eldest lady is so gentle to me.

When they got off the train, Shen Tingzhou took out a shawl from somewhere and put it on her shoulders.

Even though it is early autumn, the north is much cooler than the south.

The moon-white material has dark and elegant patterns, covering the arms with half-sleeves and with thin tassels hanging down at the waist.

Chunnian looked back and her gaze met the man's comfortable and flirtatious smile under his wide-brimmed hat.

They say a person is what he wears.

The man was wearing a light-colored gown. He was neither cold nor rude. He was tall and elegant, like a teacher.

Chun Nianren smiled rarely and turned to get in the car.

The old house of the Chun family is located in Dongcheng District, with a quadrangle layout.

When the family was moving to Shanghai, all the servants who were unwilling to go were dismissed. Chun Juntang really didn't plan to come back, so he sold this place.

Since it was sold to someone else, Chun Nian was only going to take a look at it at the door and leave, not wanting to disturb others.

But when she saw Adjutant Sun take out the key and go up to open the door, she realized that Shen Tingzhou actually bought this place back.

Shen Tingzhou stood behind her, took off his hat and put it on his chest politely, seeing that she was so timid as to not dare to step in.

She is so attached to this place, this place probably holds her most precious memories.

"Miss, can you come into my house and take a look?"

Then, the person in front of him turned around as he wished and gave him a sidelong glance.