Yi Temple (Shanghai Old City God Temple, a concentrated place for bookstores).

Listen to the snow tower.

This is a bookstore.

Anyone who is hiding in Shanghai knows that this bookstore is actually a place for entertainment and entertainment. Of course, those who can spend money freely are wealthy people.

It was all at this point, and the door was open to business. The beautiful sounds of Sanxian and the pipa were heard from time to time.

Getting off the rickshaw, Chen Miao threw a piece of legal tender to the coachman. Anyway, the money won from the gambling stall is not distressed when spending it.

"Thank you, boss, thank you..." The rickshaw driver left with great gratitude. He might not have earned so much even if he ran for one night. Today he met a noble person.

"Brother Third, you are here."

Chen Miao stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a while, a middle-aged man wearing a brown short-skinned and gray-haired temples immediately smiled when he saw it was Chen Miao.

"Well, Lao Cai, is Xueqin here?" Chen Miao lowered his head slightly, covered his mouth and coughed.

"Yes, here, Boss Qin has been talking about you these days." Old Cai enthusiastically opened the door, gave up a seat, and let Chen Miao go in.

If you want to have a good time in Shanghai, you must help. Military Affairs Commission personnel like Chen Miao have all worshipped the old man and gang status.

Having a gang identity makes it very convenient for them to do things.

The old man Chen Miao worshipped was from the Qing Bang Tong generation. He died of illness two years ago. He even went to pay his respects, kowtowed and gave him a ritual, which was considered to have returned the incense.

After all, identity depends on whether others recognize you or not. If they do not recognize you, no matter how high their seniority is, it is useless and can only be used to fool people.

If you do things in the Military Control Commission and don’t want to be innovative, you have to follow the local customs. These people are lawless and dare to do anything. If you fall into this dyeing vat, you will be dyed black.

If you don't want your heart to be dyed black, then you have to put on a shell.

The casino and bookstore are Chen Miao’s favorite places to go. As for the casino, it is for acting for others to see. As for the bookstore, it is much more complicated.

The courtyard was deep, and after passing through several corridors, we came to a small attic. Chen Miao picked up his feet and went up the stairs, turned around and asked Lao Cai, "Old Cai, do you have any food?"

"Yes, yes, wait a moment, I'll let the kitchen prepare some side dishes for you to serve." Old Cai nodded constantly. Boss Qin had a high vision, and few people could catch her eyes. Chen Miao was a decent person and was also a handsome man. Among so many people, he was the ultimate good man he most wanted.

Chen Miao nodded and raised his foot upstairs.

"Is it the third brother outside the door?"

"Ahem, how did you know I'm here?" Chen Miao coughed, showed a slight smile and stepped into the small attic.

"I heard the sound of the third brother talking to Lao Cai downstairs." Liang Xueqin wore a pink short-sleeved jacket and skirt with gold-edged silk on the upper side, a blue pleated skirt and a pair of peony embroidered shoes. She walked up with lotus steps, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Is that so? It seems that I can't help but give you a surprise in the future." Chen Miao said regretfully, crossed the threshold and walked inside.

The attic is divided into inside and outside, and there is a place for meeting guests outside, a small round table and four brocade stools, and a circular arch to the left, with a small study inside.

On the left side is a small garden below, with half open windows. Behind the window is a soft and collapsed piece, a furnace of green smoke, which is quite poetic and picturesque.

There are also several pots of green plants and potted plants on the terrace outside the window, showing the elegant aspirations of the women living in this house, which is different from ordinary people...

Smelling the elegant sandalwood, Chen Miao felt much calmer. Only here can he find a trace of tranquility and tranquility.

Behind the pearl curtain is Liang Xueqin's boudoir. There are so many people who want to enter it and become their guest of the curtain, but so far, there is not a single person who has the qualification to enter.

Including him.

He understood Liang Xueqin's intentions, but he did not dare to take that step. Once he took that step, it would mean responsibility.

At Tingxuelo, Liang Xueqin was only considered to be on the resident site at the beginning. After becoming famous, the boss sold Sancheng's shares to her in order to keep her and handed over Tingxuelo to her for business.

She is now half of the boss of Tingxuelou.

The reputation of the Pingtan Queen in Shanghai is the one who is the one who is rushing to invite many dignitaries, especially many people who covet her talent and want to take it back to their private houses.

Liang Xueqin is strong and has both talent and virtue. She is unwilling to become a plaything for the powerful and powerful, so she has not heard of any gossip with anyone.

"Today, third brother, why are you here? " Liang Xueqin picked up the teacup on the table, gave Chen Miao a cup of boiled water, and passed it over with a smile.

How could Chen Miao not hear the slightest smell in Liang Xueqin's words?

"It's okay, can't I come to see you?" Chen Miao smiled bitterly. Women all have a little bit of emotion.

Men, don’t they just take this trick?

In fact, he is the same person as Liang Xueqin, and he has weaved a hard shell for himself so that he can protect the weaker self inside.

"Come on when you are happy, leave when you are unhappy. What do you think of me?" Liang Xueqin hugged her elbows in front of her chest and said as if she was a stubborn little daughter.

"Xueqin, third brother, I..." Chen Miao really didn't know how to explain. He was doing something that could lose his head at any time. He didn't want to implicate Liang Xueqin in.

But sometimes, it’s not what you want.

The atmosphere inside the house was a little awkward, but fortunately, Lao Cai came up at this time and was carrying a red paint box.

"Boss Qin, Brother Third, time is too hasty, that's all." Lao Cai explained embarrassedly.

"Old Cai, I understand. I'll not go to the thank-you venue tonight." Liang Xueqin returned to her usual cold expression and ordered.

"Okay, Boss Qin, Third Brother, you guys eat, I'll go down first..." Old Cai smiled and turned around.

When Lao Cai came in, the awkward atmosphere suddenly diluted a lot.

"San brother, come, sit down and have a glass of wine, don't let Lao Cai down." Liang Xueqin sat down, filled a glass of wine, and handed it over.

Chen Miao could only smile bitterly. He could feel the resentment in Liang Xueqin's heart. If she didn't let her breath out this day, she would never let herself go.

This is really hard to raise only women and villains.

"I'll punish myself for three cups. Who made me unhappy Xueqin today?" Chen Miao picked up the wine glass and drank it, grabbed the wine pot on the table, poured two more glasses of wine, and drank it continuously.

The bitter wine entered his throat, which was extremely spicy, so he couldn't help but cover his mouth and coughed violently.

Liang Xueqin originally wanted to look at Chen Miao, but when she glanced at a trace of red on her left shoulder, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes, she stood up and reached out to touch her.

Chen Miao reached out and blocked it: "I'm fine."

"You guys know how to show off your strength, and you still drink when you are injured?" Liang Xueqin's emotions finally burst out. She let out anger and quickly lifted the pearl curtain and walked in.

After a while, Liang Xueqin came out with a medicine box.

"Take off your clothes!"

"This is not great, men and women don't kiss each other..." Chen Miao's face turned a little pale. The coughing movement just now was too big, and the wound on his shoulder was cracked.

"Are you going by yourself or me?" Liang Xueqin's pretty face was cold and she didn't give her face at all.

"You'd better come on." Chen Miao stared at Liang Xueqin's eyes and suddenly sighed helplessly.

Liang Xueqin laughed, as if she had won an extraordinary victory.

"I'm injured, can I laugh?" With the help of Liang Xueqin, Chen Miao took off his jacket outside and his shirt stained with blood.

Seeing Chen Miao's body with tendons, Liang Xueqin's cheeks rose for no reason. Although the relationship between the two was very close, it was the first time this happened.

"Is this a gunshot wound?" Liang Xueqin frowned slightly. Although she was a weak woman, she had no knowledge of it. She recognized Chen Miao's left shoulder at a glance that there was a gunshot wound on her left shoulder.

"Um."

"Does it hurt?" Liang Xueqin first removed the bandage and gauze that had been soaked in blood, wiped the blood from the wound with alcohol, and asked with heartache.

"fine."

"Hold on, I'll take the medicine." Liang Xueqin picked out a small blue and white porcelain vase from the medicine box, pulled out the cork, and poured out some yellow-brown powder from it.

"Xueqin, what medicine did you give me?"

"Stick sore medicine, don't worry, this medicine is fine to cure gunshot wounds." Liang Xueqin held the mouth of the small porcelain bottle and pointed it at the top of the wound, shaking gently.

"Sister..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it feels quite comfortable to sprinkle this medicine on the wound." Chen Miao said the truth, it feels much better than sulfonamide powder.

"I can tell you that you should ban alcohol and ban women for at least one month!" Liang Xueqin carefully replaced Chen Miao with new gauze and bandaged it.

"Well, Xueqin, your skills are really good. The elasticity is just right, where can I learn it?" Chen Miao moved a little, and it was much better than bandaging it himself.

"Since I was a child, it was common to bump into the world, and it was not a big deal?" Liang Xueqin said lightly, "What's wrong with your injury? Have you gotten into enemies?"

"That's right."

"What will you do next?"

"Don't worry about me. Although the Jockey Club can't do the job anymore, I'll find another job, but I haven't figured it out yet. Living people can still suffocate to death. Even if I don't do anything now, the savings in my hands will be enough for me to live for a while." Chen Miao said happily in pain.

"Then where are you living now?"

"It turns out that I can't live in the apartment I rented. I opened a room in the Oriental Hotel and live in it first." Chen Miao said in an indifferent tone, "It's close to you, I can still see you if I have nothing to do."

"Um."

"It's time for me to leave. The curfew time has come. It's outdated and I can't go back. It's unfair to be arrested by the police as a bad person." After staying for more than twenty minutes, Chen Miao looked at his pocket watch and stood up and said.

"You are so seriously injured, otherwise you won't go back tonight?" Liang Xueqin said with a blushing face.

"Isn't this good?" Chen Miao was stunned for a moment.

"Do you dislike me, or do you think I can't let you stay?" Liang Xueqin slowly stepped forward, raised Zhen's head slightly, stared at Chen Miao and said.

"Xueqin, don't do this. I don't mean to dislike you. I'm actually an uncertain person... it's not worthy of your like this." Chen Miao felt the passionate affection and his eyes couldn't help but dodge.

"If you are not sure, why are you coming?" Liang Xueqin pointed to the bead curtain leading to the fragrance boudoir and asked.

"Okay, Xueqin, let's not talk about this again, okay?" Chen Miao subconsciously reached out and pushed Liang Xueqin!

A trace of sadness and disappointment rose in Liang Xueqin's eyes.

Sudden.

Click!

A loud noise came from outside, and the silver snake danced.

Then the heavy rain poured down...
Chapter completed!