Cen Yao threw the handkerchief into the basin: "Take it away."

The person behind the curtain froze, thinking to himself, how did this distinguished guest know that he was hiding there? He hurriedly walked in with his head lowered and took down the basin.

Cen Yao asked the man to change four basins of water before wiping Xiaokou'er clean.

Little Button closed his eyes and dared not open them.

After a long while, he asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

"Okay." Cen Yao said, but gently rubbed his chin before releasing it.

Little Kou'er didn't notice it at all.

He got up from the stool and said softly, "I should go to dinner."

He waited at Cen's house for two full hours, and when he came back, he put on makeup and sang operas. He didn't rest until now, and he was so hungry that his chest was on his back.

But in the troupe, there is nothing delicious.

If he can't catch up with the meal time, he can only eat the roasted sweet potatoes from the stove, and he can always pamper his stomach.

"I didn't even eat." Cen Yao said.

"Huh?" Little Kou'er looked up at him.

A completely clueless look.

"Is there any restaurant nearby? I just came back from out of town, so I don't know much about it." Cen Yao asked.

"Oh, yes, there is a taste of incense. Their sweet and sour fish tail is the most delicious." Xiao Kou'er said, licking his lower lip unconsciously, as if recalling the taste.

"You lead the way."

Xiao Kou'er hesitated for a while, but thinking that he had just received the money from others, he still nodded: "Well, then you can come with me."

Xiao Kou'er walked over and lifted the curtain.

Cen Yao followed behind him, and the two walked out of the backstage together.

Seeing that they had finally come out, the adjutant and the others couldn't help standing up in unison, and called out, "Young Commander."

It frightened the people next to him.

"Call the driver to drive."

"Yes!"

The head teacher came to hear the news and heard that Xiao Kou'er was going to lead Cen Yao's way, so he happily escorted them out the door and watched them get into the car.

Xiao Kou'er got into the compartment and sat in the back row with Cen Yao.

He carefully touched the leather seat under him, as if he had seen it for the first time.

The adjutant turned around and said with a smile, "Sit for the first time?"

The little button nodded.

The adjutant asked again, "Are you comfortable?"

Xiao Kou'er opened her mouth and said, "It's soft. It's very slippery to the touch..."

The adjutant laughed, and then met Cen Yao's gaze.

The adjutant's back froze, and he turned his head immediately, his neck making a clicking sound because of the excessive stiffness.

Cen Yao reached out and pressed the back of the boy's hand and asked, "Aren't you cold?"

"Ah." Xiao Kou'er looked down at himself, only to realize that he came out in a costume, and even forgot to put on his padded jacket.

He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, and whispered, "No wonder my nose is itchy."

Cen Yao took off the cloak outside his military uniform and put a cover on the boy. The boy's figure is too slender, and he was completely wrapped in one hood.

A warmth suddenly enveloped him, and Xiao Kou'er couldn't help but startled.

He quickly grabbed the edge of the cloak and tugged it down, revealing his slightly pointed chin again, and asked in disbelief, "Give it to me?"

"Um."

The little button touched it.

Soft and thick.

"thanks."

After speaking, he quietly glanced at Cen Yao.

Heart Road, this person is not so scary.

Xiao Kou'er wrapped his cloak and pointed out the way from time to time. Soon, their car arrived at the Yipinxiang Hotel.

"It's here." Xiao Kou'er said, and was about to return the cloak to Cen Yao.

"Go in." Cen Yao not only did not take the cloak, but raised his hand to fasten it for him.

"Huh?" Xiao Kou'er pointed at himself in disbelief: "Am I going in too?"

Cen Yao's brows were slightly cold.

Cen Qingyuan took over the Cen family business anyway, but the young man followed him, but he didn't enjoy the slightest blessing. The Cen family had never been in the car, had little money, and had few decent clothes. He also had to stay in the Qian family's class, asking those guests with bad intentions to throw money to humiliate and tease them.

Even asking the young man to enter the door together, he felt incredible.

Cen Yao removed the coldness in his eyes, and said lightly, "Yes. I asked you to come in and recommend delicious dishes to me."

Xiao Kou'er licked his lips again, nodded, and followed them through the door.

When the waiters in the hotel saw this group of people, they immediately welcomed them to the box, how could they dare to be slighted?

When the menu was delivered, the wait staff couldn't help but glance at Xiao Kou'er. The boy was covered by a cloak from head to toe. The waiter showed an expression of understanding.

Xiao Kou'er was unaware of what other people were looking at.

He pushed two dishes to Cen Yao earnestly, and said firmly: "This is the best food here."

The waiter said with a strange expression: "Little Master, these are our signature dishes..." He stretched out a few strokes.

Heart said, what is the best thing about sweet and sour fish tail?

Xiao Kou'er froze for a while: "Huh?"

Cen Yao raised his eyes and glanced at the waiter: "I want the two dishes he said."

The waiter's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that he had said something wrong just now, so he hurriedly replied, "Yes, ... these two dishes are the best signature dishes in the store. You don't want to add a few others. taste?"

Cen Yao responded.

The waiter heaved a sigh of relief and quickly retreated with the menu in hand.

After a while, the dishes came one after another.

Xiao Kou'er saw that Cen Yao didn't mean to let him go, so he wanted to let him eat together?

That's a great deal!

Cen Yao handed him the chopsticks and said, "You taste it first."

Xiao Kou'er also held my mentality of trying the poison first, holding the chopsticks, and boldly tried one by one.

"this is delicious."

"This one is delicious too."

"This is delicious too..."

As Xiao Kou'er spoke, he paused unnaturally. He whispered, "So every dish here is delicious."

When he came here before, he had only eaten the sweet and sour fish tail.

Another so-called "signature dish" was made up by him.

At that time, in his mind, the sweet and sour fish tail was the most delicious, and it should be the signature dish. Who knows that his knowledge is too short.

Thinking of this, Xiao Kou'er's cheeks couldn't help turning red.

Cen Yao also picked up the chopsticks and said lightly, "Who brought you to eat before?"

"Following a friend..." Xiao Kou'er was vague for a moment, and then he said boldly, "Master Cen."

Cen Yao's heart froze slightly.

Bring people to eat, but only let people taste one dish.

Cen Qingyuan is too ridiculous.

Xiao Kou'er paused, but reacted with hindsight. Just now, when the man interrupted the waiter's signature dish, he was saving his face.

Xiao Kou'er relaxed a little and said, "I heard people say that when there is a big scene, if there are a lot of dishes in front of you, you can only eat the one in front of you... So I only ate the sweet and sour fish tail."

Just like this, it made him keep thinking about it for more than a month.

Cen Yao: "How can there be such a rule?"

"do not have it?"

"No, you can eat all the dishes on the table."

Xiao Kou'er was a little confused, but he felt relieved and started eating boldly.

Cen Yao also moved his chopsticks.

Xiao Kou'er glanced at the young man in front of him.

The way he holds the chopsticks is extremely... That word is called extravagance and elegance.

It looked even more particular than Cen Qingyuan.

Suddenly, the man raised his eyes to meet his.

The little button just felt as if he had been burned.

He quickly lowered his head and continued to bury his head in eating his own.

He didn't need Cen Yao to worry about it, he just ate deliciously.

Cen Yao also felt a little loss in his heart.

You don't need him to feed.

This world's Wang Weichu was born even poorer, because of the constraints of the environment, he did not go to school at all.

It is precisely because he has never been to school and is still young that he has the naivety of joining the WTO. I just feel that being poor is not hard, starving is not hard, and struggling to survive in the theater is not hard.

If he had money to take it, he happily took it. When he had food to eat, he ate happily.

I don't know how long it took before Xiao Kou'er put down the chopsticks in his hand.

"belch."

Xiao Kou'er covered her mouth and quickly raised her eyes to look at Cen Yao.

Seeing that the man's expression did not change, he was relieved.

"Let's go." Cen Yao stood up.

Xiao Kou'er was full of food and drink, and felt extremely happy, so he hurriedly followed.

After leaving the hotel door, Xiao Kou'er raised his hand to unbutton his cloak and said, "I'm going back."

"Where do you live?"

"In the troupe." Xiao Kou'er knew that the man in front of him was full of extravagance, so he must have a good background. Certainly do not understand how the troupe can live in people. Xiao Kou'er explained: "There is a small courtyard behind the troupe. There are east and west wing rooms in the courtyard. I sleep in the west wing room, which is very large and spacious... There are several beds in it. Everyone sleeps in the room. There."

How many beds...?

Everyone...sleep together?

Cen Yao raised his hand and pressed the back of Xiao Kiao'er's hand: "Get in the car first."

Xiao Kou'er let go of her hands, wrapped in a long thick cloak, and crawled into the car with difficulty.

The car started quickly, but in the opposite direction.

Xiao Kou'er said blankly, "The troupe is not here."

"I know." Cen Yao paused and said, "This is going to Lin Mansion."

Xiao Kou'er had heard of Lin Mansion. It was the mansion of the warlord Lin Qi. It covers an area of ​​more than 90 acres, hidden behind a circle of cedar trees.

It is the most stylish building in Haicheng.

Xiao Kou'er passed by outside, and at that time, he stared at him.

Xiao Kou'er asked softly, "Why do you want to go to the Lin Mansion?"

"Go there and rest for the night."

Little Kou'er couldn't help but muttered in her heart.

That is the territory of the great warlord!

How dare a man go to rest?

Unless...he is the Lin family?

Xiaokou'er couldn't figure it out, but in his heart, he was more and more afraid of men.

He must be great.

The car stopped again soon, this time at the entrance of Lin Mansion.

The soldier guarding the door immediately trotted forward and opened the car door.

The adjutant smiled and said, "You guys are running fast, are you all set up?"

The soldier responded, "Report! It's settled!"

Cen Yao got out of the car.

The soldier hurriedly called out, "Young Master!"

Cen Yao nodded slightly, but turned around and stretched out his hand towards the little button in the car.

How dare Xiao Kou'er take his hand, he dragged his cloak and moved out of the car inconveniently.

After standing firm, Xiao Kou'er glanced at the gate of the imposing Lin Mansion, guarded by many soldiers, all of them imposing and majestic...

Little Kou'er's heart shrunk.

"Go in." Cen Yao gently touched his waist.

Xiao Kou'er hid, her neck turning red unconsciously.

The Lin Mansion was far away from the troupe, and there were soldiers all around.

Xiao Kou'er took a breath, burped again, then covered her mouth and walked in obediently.

The Lin Mansion was really too big, and when we entered the door, two soldiers who looked like soldiers came over with a rickshaw.

They changed into rickshaws again, and were pulled all the way to the small western-style building in the center of the mansion.

The servants were guarded in the Xiaoyang Building. When they saw someone coming in, they quickly brought a water basin and a warm handkerchief, and said, "You warm up your hands first."

Cen Yao picked up the veil and washed his hands.

When Xiao Kou'er turned his head, he found that a servant was also holding a basin beside him.

Does he want to warm his hands too?

Xiaokou'er had a very strange feeling for a while.

It seems that the servants here treat him as a serious guest. What kind of guest is he? He's just a prankster.

Xiao Kou'er thought so in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it.

Everyone has prepared it for him, and if he says it again, he doesn't know what to do.

Xiao Kou'er imitated Cen Yao and washed his hands.

The temperature of the water was just right, and it soon warmed his whole body.

After washing his hands, the servant brought soft slippers.

Xiao Kou'er just like the first time she saw the Western Scenery, she dawdled and changed her shoes carefully, followed behind Cen Yao and walked into the living room.

There was a fireplace in the living room, which was warm.

It's like heaven here.

The little button said heartily.

Cen Yao walked up the circular escalator in the living room: "You go up with me first."

"...Oh." Xiao Kou'er hurriedly followed.

Those servants bowed their heads, and they didn't dare to let out the air, and they didn't even dare to look at them.

Xiao Kou'er thought to himself, he is bigger than Cen's mansion and has more rules!

After sighing, he also went to the second floor.

Cen Yao walked to the door at the corner and paused. He pushed the door open: "You sleep here."

Xiaokouer probed inside.

It's beautifully built here.

This room alone is bigger than the stage in front of the troupe.

Xiao Kou'er stepped in, looking east and west. Most of the stuff he hadn't seen before.

The sheets have been laid, and they are thickly spread. As you approach, you can smell the faint aroma of saponin. It is very different from the shriveled quilt that smells of musty faintly in the troupe.

He moved a little.

But still couldn't help saying: "...I'll get dirty."

Cen Yao walked up to him.

Xiao Kou'er remembered the action of pinching his chin and wiping his face.

His eyes flickered, a little afraid that the man would treat him so intimately again, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Do you recognize Young Master Cen?"

Cen Yao: "I know."

Xiao Kou'er said, "I'm very good with him, that's just... that kind of goodness, you know?"

He explained with difficulty.

Cen Yao clenched his fingers suddenly, as if he had swallowed eight cylinders of vinegar in an instant.

Xiao Kou'er carefully looked up at him, the man's brows and eyes were indifferent, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

Xiao Kou'er swallowed and continued: "A year ago, a guest smashed our troupe, and even raised a pot with hot tea in it. It was Master Cen who helped me block it. Then... I went with him. All right."

Cen Yao was expressionless.

I don't want to hear this at all.

But the teenager still thinks that Cen Qingyuan is a good person who can be trusted.

No matter how sour he is.

Cen Yao lowered his eyes, raised his hand suddenly, and pressed Xiao Kou'er onto the bed.

The little button was stunned.

Cen Yao put his appearance in his eyes, and then he withdrew his hand and said lightly, "Go to sleep, you won't get dirty."

Little Button let out a sigh of relief.

It didn't really mean that.

It turned out to be a great man!

Only then did Xiaokouer boldly touch the quilt, which was very soft and warm.

But he quickly stood up again and said at a loss: "I, I'd better take a shower, I can boil the water myself."

Cen Yao took him to the shower.

But Xiaokou'er used to boil hot water mixed with cold water and wash it like this, or pour it into a big wooden bucket and wash it.

Where has this thing been used?

Cen Yao stretched out his hand and turned on the faucet. Xiao Kou'er just stared at it, earnestly learning how to make this thing.

However, Cen Yao's eyes fell on his delicate and fair neck...

Cen Yao pressed his tongue against his gums, and then he endured it.

"Will it be?"

"...Yes, yes."

Cen Yao turned around and went out.

Leaving Xiao Kou'er to mutter inwardly, "No wonder everyone wants to be a rich man. Being rich is such a good thing... I'm sure I won't catch a cold and fever if I take a bath in winter."

When Xiao Kou'er came out of the bath, the man was no longer in the room, which made him greatly relieved.

Naked, he walked around the warm room twice, and then found a new long gown, quilted, on the chair.

Like it was for him.

He tried putting it on and took it off again.

It's not his thing, no matter how good it is.

The little button got into the bed naked.

The costume has been hung up neatly by him, so as not to crumple it, how will it be used next time? The head teacher taught him.

Just sleep like this.

He closed his eyes.

Xiao Kou'er didn't sleep for too long when he was awakened by a strong nausea.

He sat up slowly, realizing that he seemed to have eaten too much.

This was a new experience for him. He didn't know what to do for a while, so he had to rub his belly by himself.

If you don't knead it, that's all. If you knead it, something will happen.

He held the head of the bed, vomited, and brought the lamp and the water cup by the bed to the ground, which shattered with a bang.

Xiao Kou'er was terrified, but the pain in his stomach was throbbing again, and he couldn't hold back at all.

After he vomited, he was already empty and confused, staring at the mess in front of him, completely not knowing what to do.

Done.

At this time, there was a soft sound from the door, and the door handle was turned away.

Someone walked through the door.

Xiao Kou'er huddled stiffly under the quilt, scared to death.

Is it a man? Or a maid?

"Why..." Cen Yao hurried to the bedside: "Have you vomited?"

As he spoke, he pulled the boy out of the quilt.

The tentacles turned out to be delicate and warm skin.

Little Button was naked, without clothes, and looked at him in horror and pitiful.

Cen Yao's eyelids jumped.

He pressed his waist tightly, but soon loosened his strength again, took off his jacket, wrapped Xiaokou'er whole, and held it in his arms.

"I..." Xiao Kou'er opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

However, Cen Yao hugged him horizontally, transferred him to another room, made another internal call, and called the servant.

"Clean up the next door and call a doctor again."

The maid nodded.

Xiao Kou'er pursed her lips tightly, her face pale.

Cen Yao lightly patted his head and said lightly, "It's alright, the doctor will come and see."

The fear in Xiao Kou'er's heart suddenly dissipated.

Is he not angry?

Why isn't he angry?