Green Tea Young Master and Male Butler[Transmigration Book]

Suffering from Bai Jin's side, the man couldn't have a seizure.

Shen Changqing could only grit his teeth, and gave Xu Qing a hard look: "So that's how it is."

"What do you think it is?"

Wanning smiled and squinted at him.

"Stop arguing."

Bai Jin interrupted the two in a warm voice: "This Mr. Xu's hand looks injured, and Zou Chen doesn't seem to be there? Lin Jiu, take him to the room to bandage the wound first, so as not to infect it."

"Thank you."

Xu Qing timidly followed behind Lin Jiu.

Bai Qiu wanted to laugh a little.

He remembered the classic picture——

Don't fight anymore, you have to fight in the dance studio!

"Can Xiaoqiu be alone?"

Bai Jin lowered his head and glanced at his watch: "Brother has something to do later, so I can't be with you."

"no problem."

"Just don't worry if something happens to Xiaoqiu in our house," Shen Changqing adjusted his expression, and approached with a smile, "Let Zou Chen..."

After he finished speaking, he remembered that the man was not there.

Oh shit.

"I usually wander around every day, and when I have business, I can't find anyone."

Shen Changqing couldn't help complaining, and stretched out his hand to stop Bai Jin, but the man avoided him without a trace.

After the figures of several people disappeared, Bai Qiu slowly pushed the wheelchair.

Shen Changqing couldn't find anyone.

He can find it.

Shen's house is in line with Shen Changqing's aesthetics.

Big and luxurious, Bai Qiu searched for a long time but couldn't find the place in his memory.

In the end, he chose to turn on the map navigation.

Technology has changed life.

The boy followed the navigation all the way forward, the wheelchair stepped on dead branches, and the light became dimmer as he walked in. In the end, only the phone screen was left with a faint light.

Go all the way to the door of the dilapidated Buddhist hall.

The man's face was illuminated by the flames. Holding a wooden stick in his hand, he slowly ignited the black paper. He watched the scraps of paper jumping in the brazier and burning into ashes. Then he raised his head and asked, "Who...Bai Qiu?"

"it's me."

Sitting in a wheelchair, the young man blinked: "What is brother Zou Chen doing?"

The man frowned: "What happened to the leg?"

He put down the wooden stick and walked towards the boy, before he took two steps, Bai Qiu stretched out his hand with a serious face: "Wait a minute!"

Zou Chen: "?"

"Extinguish the fire first."

The young man's face was serious: "It's not safe to use fire, and my relatives will cry."

Zou Chen: "..."

He put out the fire before coming over: "What's wrong with your leg?"

Bai Qiu raised his head pitifully, stretched out his hand to pretend to wipe away his tears, and whimpered, "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L L t

Men are not short of money.

Bai Qiu thought for a long time, and checked many strategies.

"When I went to buy a gift for my brother, I fell and hit my leg."

Yes.

Today is Shen Changqing's birthday.

Zou Chen pursed his lips and clenched his right hand slightly.

He wanted to ask why he didn't tell him such a big event.

"Does it still hurt?"

The man lowered his eyes, exhaled a foul breath, and asked in a low voice.

"It hurts, but it won't hurt if my brother blows it up."

The young man bent his eyes, and the light-colored pupils moved flexibly.

Zou Chen laughed, leaned over and lowered his head.

The young man's fingers were itchy, and he really wanted to rub Zou Chen's head.

Men's hair looks fine.

I don't even know what shampoo to use.

He glanced down at the dial.

11: 30.

There is still half an hour.

hold back.

Be sure to hold back.

Zou Chen's warm breath sprayed on the thin pants, the young man moved his fingers slightly, his cheeks flushed a little: "No, it doesn't hurt anymore, brother Zou Chen is fine."

"Ah That's good."

Zou Chen straightened up, pursed his lips, walked behind Bai Qiu, and put his hands on the wheelchair.

"Does the young master want to go back?"

"not going back."

Bai Qiu shook his head: "Stay a little longer, the two of us."

"It's cold."

Zou Chen took off his coat and put it on the boy. The coat still carried the man's body temperature and the smell of mint.

Bai Qiu buried his face in his clothes and whispered, "Brother Zou Chen, do you have any wishes?"

Zou Chen: "No."

Actually not!

Bai Qiu's eyes are wide open.

Doesn't he want to sleep and fly with him sweetly and sweetly?

"No, there must be three!"

The young man said angrily.

Three wishes, always have his share.

Why... so persistent desire.

Thoughts arise quietly and quickly disappear.

Zou Chen erased the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, pondered for a moment, he looked at the scattered starlight, and the almost brightly lit Shen house.

He was wearing thin clothes, and the wind was a little cold.

There are no lights in the Buddhist hall.

Only the light of the moon shone slightly, the man turned sideways, looking at Bai Qiu quietly, most of the boy's face was buried in his clothes, looking soft and peaceful.

Zou Chen did not answer.

Bai Qiu didn't talk either, both fell silent.

The wind stopped for a while.

Until the phone rings to break the silence.

The boy's eyes lit up, he took out his phone, answered twice, and said excitedly: "Brother Zou Chen, push me to the small door in front of the Buddhist hall."

"it is good."

The man came back to his senses and lowered his eyes.

Shen Changqing's mother believed in Buddhism during her lifetime, and the relationship between the two of them was not good. After her death, the place was completely deserted.

Zou Chen carefully pushed Bai Qiu over.

A little yellow man wearing a hat was poking his head over the door. He handed over the things in his hand and couldn't help sighing: "Your house is really big. I've been looking for it for a long time."

"Remember to give me a good review."

"Good~"

Bai Qiu waved his hands enthusiastically, and looked at Zou Chen with sparkling eyes: "Open it quickly."

Zou Chen opened the cake box in the dark.

Inside was a piece of... battered and battered strawberry cake.

"This is for the boss?"

The man was silent for a moment, thinking that Shen Changqing might be too good at eating.

He was thinking about ordering another piece for the boy.

"Do not."

The midnight clock passed twelve o'clock, and the fireworks exploded from the Shen mansion and behind the boy, looking gorgeous and meandering.

Under the fireworks, the boy smiled brightly: "It's for my brother."

"Happy birthday."

"Zou Chen."

Shen Changqing's birthday is on the same day as Zou Chen's.

The man almost didn't even hold the cake firmly: "Is it for me?"

Bai Qiu nodded his head as a matter of course: "That's right, isn't today brother Zou Chen's birthday, brother is really too good, he didn't even want to tell me about his birthday."

The word birthday is not good for Zou Chen.

He didn't celebrate his birthday.

Not when I was young, and even less when I grew up.

Because this day is not only his birthday, but also the anniversary of his mother's death.

"Put a candle in and make a wish!"

The boy probed, and Zou Chen held up the box with his arm, not wanting Bai Qiu to see cakes everywhere.

"it is good."

With one hand, he inserted candles on the cake one by one, closed his eyes, and blew out the candles.

"Three."

Why so fast, can't it be a little bit.

Zou Chen: "Yes."

"What did brother promise?"

The boy asked curiously.

The man looked at him, his voice was low and magnetic: "It is forbidden to say a wish."

When the neighbor's children celebrate their birthdays.

His mother always said this-"Don't say it, you won't be allowed to say your wish."

Probably envious.

Envious of bright candles, sweet soft cakes, and...

The man looked down.

"Ok."

Bai Qiu looked away resentfully, became excited again, rubbed his hands together: "Cut the cake!"

Holding the plastic knife, Zou Chen was a little at a loss for the first time.

He looked at it for a long time, and managed to cut out a relatively complete piece.

The strawberries on the cake are huge and round.

He picked one and put it on the cake, but felt that the other one seemed to be rounder, so he continued to pick it with the knife.

Bai Qiu stared at the strawberry cake in front of him with a strange expression.

He looked at Zou Chen suspiciously: "Brother, did you give me all the strawberries?"

Zou Chen denied: "No."

There is another one in the cake box.

"Wait a moment."

The man thought of something, carefully placed the cake box on the ground, took out a candle, and lit it: "Make a wish."

Bai Qiu was at a loss: "Huh?"

"I... only made one wish," the man's handsome face flushed, he turned his head away from the boy, and said in a serious tone, "I left two for you."

So childish.

But he likes it so much!

Bai Qiu clasped his hands together, the man bent down, and brought the cake in front of him, the young man closed his eyes and made a wish, his lips opened and closed silently, as if he was whispering.

"call."

Candles are blown out.

There seemed to be trivial starlight in Bai Qiu's eyes, and he was moved: "My brother is so kind to me, he actually gave me two wishes."

Zou Chen: "..."

The man suddenly felt guilty.

Think about it carefully, as if you never gave anything to the boy.

He remembered that Bai Qiu seemed to like playgrounds quite a lot.

buy it?

He coughed, and tentatively said, "What did Young Master Bai Qiu promise?"

"It's not allowed to say it."

Bai Qiu shook his head vigilantly: "Brother Zou Chen don't want to lie to my wish."

Zou Chen: "..."

"I even prepared a birthday present for my brother."

Bai Qiu blinked: "Big brother bent over."

Zou Chen followed his words, his straight back was slightly bent, he lowered his head, the boy's fingertips were soft, slightly past the ends of his hair, and something like a necklace was hung on the man's neck.

"Okay."

Bai Qiu clapped her hands in satisfaction, and cupped the man's face.

Zou Chen who just wanted to get up: "?"

Bai Qiu laughed.

He dipped his fingers in the cream and spread it on the man's face, then kissed him with a "boo" in a lightning-fast manner, with the tip of his tongue slightly brushing across his cheek.

"Wow," the boy exaggeratedly held up the cake after kissing, trying to pretend nothing happened, "This cake is so sweet, brother Zou Chen, please taste it!"

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Woohoo finally home.

The car is so dizzy.