The scumbag Bai Yueguang and I are HE

Xiao Kou'er hasn't been to the theatrical troupe for many days, and for the first time he knows that the kung fu of lowering his waist can still be used here.

He clung to Cen Yao softly, and was hugged by the man, letting him round and flatten him, and when he folded over, he didn't feel any pain.

Much happier than when practicing Kung Fu.

That's how it was done.

……

When he struggled to lift his eyelids again, the glaring sunlight had penetrated through the thin layer of gauze curtain in front of the window, covering him.

warm.

Little Button turned over, then woke up belatedly, and stood up abruptly.

... Where is fourth master Cen?

Kou'er blinked, and his vision suddenly became clearer.The figure of the man finally fell into his eyes.

Cen Yao was sitting on the sofa outside the curtain, with a map spread out in front of him, staring at it casually.

He quickly rolled off the bed.

His legs were weak, and he almost fell.

But after all, he practiced a lot of kung fu on weekdays. He stretched his arms and legs vigorously, and felt his strength regained.So he stepped on the carpet with his bare feet and quietly walked behind the curtain.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

Cen Yao moved the phone to the table, then picked up the receiver: "...Hello."

"Well, I've seen it." Cen Yao said lightly, the indifference between his brows and eyes became more serious.Xiao Kou'er looked at it neither far nor near, feeling a little unconsciously frightened.

It looks a bit fierce.

Xiao Kouer thought.

It seemed to be different on the bed... Xiao Kou'er carefully recalled it, but she couldn't quite remember the man's expression at that time.Think about it again... In fact, the bed is also quite fierce.It's completely different from him wearing military uniform and sitting there quietly.

Cen Yao continued to talk to the receiver.

Little Button stared at his hand unconsciously.

He clutched the receiver in his palm.

Xiaokouer immediately remembered how Cen Yao wrapped his hands around his waist and hooked his legs the day before, and then carried him into the bathroom and wiped him little by little with a hot towel. Cleaned up, tucked into the quilt...

How can this be regarded as tidying up?

It's not like tidying up.

This Cen Yao lowered his gaze, and responded lightly: "Yes."

He already knew that little button had woken up.

It's just that he didn't expect the boy to stand behind the curtain like this, without any intention of walking towards him.

Cen Yao had no choice but to turn his head.

The eyes of the two collided.

Xiao Kou'er felt that from his scalp to the soles of his feet, he became hot again just like that.

"Come here." Cen Yao said.

"I didn't tell you." Cen Yao said to the other end of the phone.

Xiao Kou'er's cheeks were flushed, and she felt as if she had delayed Cen Yao's business, so she hesitated and walked to Cen Yao's side.

As soon as Cen Yao raised his hand, he pressed him into his arms.

After scrubbing yesterday, Xiao Button put on Cen Yao's shirt.

Cen Yao was tall, and of course the hem of his shirt was long enough to just reach the bottom of Xiao Button's thigh.

At this moment, Cen Yao was talking on the phone while reaching out his hand from the hem of his shirt.

Little Button unconsciously grabbed his trouser legs, and then he leaned back.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Cen Yao say calmly to the other end: "According to the original plan, so be it." Then he hung up the phone.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Cen Yao asked him.

Xiao Kouer shook his head, and unconsciously reached out to touch the phone receiver.

Cen Yao clasped him tighter in his arms: "Shall I teach you how to make a phone call?"

Little Button's eyes lit up: "Hmm!"

In both lives he was always studious.

Cen Yao lowered his head and taught him patiently for a while, then left him on the sofa to ponder and play slowly.

When Cen Yao came back, he already had a whole set of clothes in his hand.

This is a modified white suit.

"Put on clothes first." Cen Yao said.

But Xiao Kou'er was still holding on to the receiver tightly, playing with the dial, his eyes were glued to it, like a child who got his favorite toy for the first time and was reluctant to let it go.

Cen Yao was not angry either.

He squatted down, half-kneeled on the side of the sofa, held his ankles up, and slowly put on the boy's trousers.His movements are still elegant, and he is still playing a sport that belongs to the nobility.

Xiaokou'er sat on the sofa, his trousers were pulled up to his thighs, and he couldn't put them on.

So Cen Yao put his arms around his waist.

The young man was very light, and as soon as he hugged his waist, he softly pressed against him, and then hung in the air.

Cen Yao pulled up his pants for him.

He bent down and unbuttoned his jacket, and went to change into brand new clothes.

It was at this time that Xiao Kou'er finally came back to his senses and realized what Cen Yao was doing.

... How, how does he seem to use Cen Yao as a maid!

Xiaokou'er's complexion was pale, and he jumped off the sofa quickly, grabbed the hem of his clothes and said, "I'll do it myself, I'll be fine by myself!"

While talking, he couldn't help but secretly looked at Cen Yao's expression.

It's too much to treat a man as a maid... Will he be angry?

But Cen Yao looked indifferent.

Little Button really couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.

Until Cen Yao pulled his wrist and asked, "Did you call?"

Xiao Kouer's attention was drawn back to the phone, and he replied instinctively: "No."

Cen Yao stripped off his shirt, gave him a new one, buttoned up the buttons bit by bit, fastened the Windsor collar, and asked calmly, "Why?"

Little Button was startled.

The man was still dressing him... His movements were delicate and dignified.Not at all like a maid.

It seems that he is a man's carefully maintained treasure.

Little Button's complexion gradually recovered, and he whispered: "...I don't know who to call."

"You were fine yesterday." Cen Yao said.

"Huh?" Little Button looked at him blankly.

"As soon as I learned how to use a gun, I practiced it immediately.... I learned to make a phone call today, so I should practice it immediately so that I can grasp the knowledge more firmly."

Little Button was startled.

Yesterday he was... so angry that he almost lost his mind.

He was a little scared and regretful a few hours after the incident.But now hearing Cen Yao's words, that emotion was calmed down.

Fourth Master Cen is actually praising me for being good?

Can you boast like this?

Also, are these considered knowledge?

Xiao Kou'er thought it was amazing that he would one day have something to do with such two words.

Xiao Kou'er licked his lower lip, and said a little at a loss: "Then what should we do?" How can he practice this newly learned thing?

At this moment, Cen Yao straightened up and said, "Call me."

Little Button's eyes widened.

"You can call me when I'm in the study. You can also call me when I'm at the headquarters."

Little Button blinked.

What a difference...

In the past, Cen Qingyuan always sent someone to call him. If Cen Qingyuan didn't send someone, he wouldn't be able to see Cen Qingyuan.

He is always in a position of passive contact, as if he could be discarded at any time.

But that doesn't seem to be wrong either.

Because the people in the troupe always said: "All the nobles are like this." "Aren't we just a few actors, who will crush you to death with a finger. How can you ask the nobles?"

"Won't it bother you?" Xiao Kou'er couldn't help asking.

"You can't bother me."

Xiao Kou'er stared at him again to confirm that he was not joking, and then replied: "Okay."

After the answer, Xiao Kou'er couldn't help being a little happy.

He will call.

There is also a person who can call!

At this time, Cen Yao picked him up and walked out the door: "Go to have breakfast."

Little Kouer quickly asked, "Where's my cake?"

"Some of it was on the carpet, some of it was eaten by me, and some of it was eaten by you."

Xiao Kou'er was at a loss, but couldn't find the relevant memory: "...you lied to me, I didn't eat it." "Is the cake broken?"

"You ate." Cen Yao pressed his lips: "It's not from here."

Little button:? ? ?

When he was downstairs, Cen Yao had put him on the dining chair, and Xiao Kou'er finally reacted slowly, and his face turned red all the way to the base of his neck.

Until after breakfast, he didn't dare to look at Cen Yao again.

But if you don't dare to look at it, you can prick up your ears and listen secretly.

Little Kouer listened for a while——

This is to go upstairs to get something.

This is to order the adjutant to prepare the car.

This is...he is going out?

Then Xiao Kouer quickly asked: "I...can I go back to the troupe today? I'll walk back by myself, and you can do your work."

"Yes." Cen Yao paused and said, "I'll go with you."

"Ah? Aren't you going out?"

"Well, go out with you."

It was only then that Xiao Kou'er realized that the car had been reserved for him earlier in the morning.

He is not afraid to walk.

He is not afraid of walking in the wind and snow, no matter how long the road is, or how dark the alley is.

But... But it would be great if I could ride in a car!

Couldn't be happier!

Xiao Kou'er followed Cen Yao into the car and soon arrived at the troupe.Cen Yao still didn't get out of the car immediately.

Xiao Kou'er raised his hand and pressed his neck, saying, "It's all right here, there's no need to apply medicine."

Cen Yao: "Yes."

Kou'er looked out the car window.

It seemed a little deserted outside the troupe today, but he didn't think much about it, but suddenly remembered something, so he couldn't help but move his buttocks, moved closer to Cen Yao, and asked in a low voice: "I'm... Who is fourth master?"

"Lover?" Little Kouer asked in a softer voice.

Like a title used in a bedtime story a man tells.

In this theatrical troupe, someone sent by Master Cen kicked the troupe master to the ground.

"You dirty bastards, you took a little actor to coax our young master, and then sent it to our fourth master's bed! Bah! Shameless things, deliberately disturbing our Cen's house! Let's start today Kill you bastards..."

Little Kouer lives in the Lin mansion.

Of course, even if they are in the troupe at the moment, they may not dare to move.

But the people in Qian's class...hehe, they are not relentless.

Master Cen is full of anger, he has to find a place to let it out.

In this van.

Cen Yao said, "No."

Not a lover?what is that?

Xiao Kou'er was at a loss for a moment, and then insisted in a low voice: "I...I don't work in the outer room."

Cen Yao pinched his ear and slid it down his neck, then said flatly: "Don't be a concubine." He said: "Be a wife."

But soon Cen Yao paused again: "Of course, we haven't held a wedding yet, that is... fiancee."

Do... have a wedding?

Is he for real?

Little Button's heart was beating wildly.

"Can you see it?"

Man is asking for his opinion.

A man is powerful, rich and honorable.No one should be able to refuse him, right?

Little Kouer has heard too many bossy and irrefutable tone. ...but the man will ask him.

It was as if they didn't treat him like a little actor, but put him there as a real person.

Xiao Kou'er pursed her lower lip: "...that's fine."

Anyway, it’s good not to think about what will happen in the future, I’m already very happy now!

Only then did Cen Yao open the car door and said, "Let's go."

It's almost time.

If the members of the Cen's family acted quickly, they would be able to beat up the Qian family's class by now.

Cen Qingyuan was shot twice, and Qian Jiaban also had to be beaten several times.

Xiao Kouer hurriedly got out of the car.

The man had long legs, and he took a long step. He was about to trot to follow, but suddenly he saw the person in front of him pause, turned around, and stretched out his hand to him: "Come here."

Xiaokouer quickly put on it.

But the man hugged his waist, carried him up the steps, and then across the threshold, just like he was treating porcelain.

Finally, Little Button hit the ground with his feet.

The troupe master just fell down there with a "boom", and someone in the troupe shouted, "Kouer! Kouer, help me!"