Xiao Kou'er stared at Cen Yao blankly.

Is this the story about him?

Before he could think about it, he heard a "bang" from the other end, and Cen Qingyuan fell down, knocking his head on the stone steps.

Followed by the exclamations of the Cen's servants one after another: "What's the matter with you, young master?"

"Master, you can't have an accident!"

Xiao Kou'er glanced at it, and then wrinkled his face unconsciously.

How could Cen Qingyuan become like this?

In his impression, the man was wearing a long gown, blocking the flying kettle, and his handsome, elegant and fearless image was shattered in an instant. It even picked up a little bit of loss and hatred.

Xiao Kou'er quickly closed his eyes, then turned his head to look carefully at Cen Yao again.

Cen Yao still only stared at him, indifferent to Cen Qingyuan's reaction.

It's as if... as if Cen Yao's eyes can only hold him.

Xiao Kou'er suddenly remembered the action of Cen Yao leaning over and licking the ointment from his lips in the car just now... His gaze couldn't help but turn around randomly, avoiding Cen Yao.

"Go first." Cen Yao raised his hand and gently supported his lower back, "Don't you want to practice?"

"Mmm, um, yes!" Xiao Kou'er responded indiscriminately, then twisted his waist, trying to avoid Cen Yao's hand. At this moment, how could he still think of Cen Qingyuan? Even the words that Cen Qingyuan insulted and belittled him just now were forgotten.

Only then did the head teacher come back to his senses, and he got up from the ground in a swipe. He didn't even care about wiping off the cold sweat, and he didn't care about the two battles. He just hurriedly bowed and said, "Please, please, please..."

He could see it.

This fourth master Cen is a ruthless character who does not recognize his six relatives!

Xiao Kou'er heard the sound and walked in a hurry, followed by Cen Yao.

Everyone in the troupe lowered their heads in fear as if they had seen the living King of Hell.

Xiao Kou'er walked back, and Cen Yao followed.

Xiao Kou'er hurriedly stopped, turned his head and asked, "You...what are you doing?"

The class leader hurriedly interrupted: "You just do your thing, let's say hello to the fourth master."

"Oh." Xiao Kou'er responded, and Chuantang came to the backyard.

The backyard is not that wide, but it is filled with various types of exercises.

Xiao Kou'er walked all the way in, and the class leader followed Cen Yao's side and asked repeatedly, "What drama are you listening to today? Would you like to order it first?"

Someone next to him timidly agreed: "Exactly. Kou'er wants to practice, and there are other senior brothers singing on the stage."

However, Cen Yao pointed to his feet: "Here is a table and a chair."

The class leader was stunned for a while, but he didn't dare to question it, so he turned his head and made people busy.

When the table and chairs were set, Cen Yao sat down.

That little buckler had just put his legs on the wooden stake and lowered his waist.

Looking over from Cen Yao's angle, I happened to catch a glimpse of the boy's taut waistline when he bowed down...

The class leader has been stunned, can you still look good when practicing the mind?

Just in a trance, Cen Yao suddenly looked back at him with a cold tone: "I'll just sit here and watch, what are you looking at?"

The class leader and the people behind him were stunned, thinking that they were not here waiting for orders?

The adjutant's reaction was quicker, and he didn't dare to look in the direction of Xiao Kou'er at all. He turned around in a hurry and drove the class leader and others away: "Okay, our young commander Xijing, what are you going to do when you get to the front."

The class leader and others naturally did not dare to stay any longer, so they bowed and retire.

It was only after they had left the backyard that the class teacher understood the taste. He felt fear at the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't help but rejoice, and the expression on his face was distorted.

"...Xiao Kou'er is really going to develop!"

Which guest can even watch this with relish for half a day?

...

Xiao Kou'er naturally knew that Cen Yao was looking at him, but he didn't expect Cen Yao to look at him for so long.

He lowered his waist and kicked his legs to stand, and Cen Yao looked at him.

He hung his throat, and Cen Yao also looked at him.

Those guests have always been in front of the stage. Has anyone seen them behind the stage?

Even Cen Qingyuan... I was not interested at all in the past.

There was only Cen Yao, as if he wanted to impress his eyes every moment in the troupe.

Xiao Kou'er suddenly stopped, the hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat, and under the long eyelashes, a pair of bright eyes seemed to bring out a bit of water.

He couldn't help but ask: "...is it good-looking?"

Cen Yao: "It looks good."

Xiao Kou'er's cheeks were flushed, and she didn't know whether it was because she was tired or ashamed.

He couldn't help being curious and asked again, "But...isn't it boring?"

"Not boring."

Where has Xiaokouer been praised like this.

It seems that the complete him who combines the front and the back has been praised from head to toe.

It's more powerful than "I like you".

Xiao Kou'er pursed her lips, and then she felt that it was too much for him to hang Cen Yao for a long time. So he stopped practicing the exercises, and trotted to the well in the yard, picked up the bucket and put it down.

Cen Yao stood up, slowly approached him, and asked, "What is this for?"

Xiao Kou'er said embarrassedly, "Take a shower."

"No hot water?"

"It takes briquettes to boil hot water, it's troublesome, and it takes a long time." Xiao Kou'er said, and was about to pull the bucket, "We all fetch water like this, rinse it, and then wrap it in a padded jacket to warm up. ."

Cen Yao clasped his wrist and opened his fingers.

The rope attached to the bucket fell to the ground.

Cen Yao said lightly, "It won't be too late to wash after returning to the Lin Mansion."

Xiao Kou'er only felt that the wrist he grabbed was warm, and seemed to be sweating a little... He was a little embarrassed, his eyes flashed, he looked up at Cen Yao and said, "But my body is dirty. ."

How can I take Cen Yao's car?

Cen Yao said in a low voice, "It's not dirty."

"Dirty, I always sweat a lot after practicing." Xiao Kou'er said, taking a breath.

He didn't think so at first.

Originally, the troupe always practiced together, and everyone was sweating profusely after practice. How can you care about who is cleaner?

But Cen Yao is very particular.

Only then did Xiaokou'er feel that he was not clean enough.

In fact, he only took a shower at the Lin Mansion last night.

Cen Yao took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

Xiao Kou'er looked at his movements and said in his heart, "Look, it's very particular."

Then Cen Yao's hand went under his jacket, along the tailbone, up, and stroked his back lightly.

Xiao Kou'er shuddered involuntarily, and then her back, which felt soaked, was wiped off a little bit... The only thing left was a dry and warm touch.

"That's fine." Cen Yao said.

Xiao Kou'er was nervous and sweating more for no reason.

He felt his face burn, his ears burn, and his neck burn.

"...Hmm." Xiao Kou'er replied in a low voice.

At this time, the cold wind blew, and he shivered unconsciously.

Cen Yao immediately pressed his back and held the person in his arms: "Is it cold?"

The little button stayed for a while.

It is not cold now.

But...but he felt that he was sweating all over again.

"Are you still practicing today?"

"No, no more practice."

"Then go back to the Lin Mansion."

Xiao Kou'er's mind was in a mess, and he nodded casually.

Cen Yao just wrapped him in his arms and carried him out.

When the person was stuffed into the car, Cen Yao sent his adjutant to buy two new towels, which he then put on Xiao Guan'er's back, separating his back from the soaked underclothes.

The little button felt much more comfortable, and he couldn't help turning his head to look.

But only saw a towel falling outside the collar of the back of the neck.

He twisted his body, shook it twice, and the towel swung with it.

Especially interesting.

No one had ever dressed him like this.

Cen Yao took the people straight back to Lin's mansion, and then let Xiao Kou'er take a hot bath to avoid catching a cold.

Just waiting for him to come out of the bathroom and go downstairs, only to see a middle-aged man below.

The man was dressed in a tunic suit in a proper manner, with well-defined features and some majesty. Not ordinary people at first glance. At this time, a young man came in and called him: "Director..."

The little button stopped immediately.

Is Cen Yao meeting a guest?

He won't bother.

Xiao Kou'er was about to turn his head and walk back quietly.

"Have you washed it?" Cen Yao raised his head and asked.

The little button nodded.

The director and the young man beside him turned to look at Xiao Kou'er in amazement, unable to guess the identity of this young man.

Little Button pinched his fingers nervously.

Where had he seen so many nobles before!

Cen Yao motioned to the maid to put down the tray in her hand and said, "Have a cup of hot milk."

Xiao Kou'er had to pace downstairs and whispered, "I don't drink milk." He was not used to drinking it. He prefers to drink sugar water, sweet.

Cen Yao coaxed him: "Just a small bowl."

Xiao Kou'er pursed her lips tightly.

"Five sips."

The little button nodded.

When he bent over to get the bowl, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the shocking expressions of the director and the young man, and Xiao Kouer realized afterward - did he look very... what is the word for? Oops, can't remember.

What are you proud of?

Xiao Kou'er hurriedly took the bowl and counted five sips.

"...then I'm leaving," he said.

Cen Yao grabbed his wrist, gently grabbed the person, and pressed Xiao Kou'er to his side to sit down.

"This is Director Wu of the Haicheng Police Department." Cen Yao introduced.

Xiao Kou'er was stunned for a moment before realizing that Cen Yao was talking to him.

Huh?

Cen Yao actually introduced it to him?

The young man beside Director Wu hurriedly said, "I am the secretary of the Director, and my surname is Zhang."

Xiao Kou'er nodded in confusion.

The unspeakable shock in my heart, and a little bit of unspeakable...happy.

When he followed Cen Qingyuan in the past, no one saw him.

Anyway, it's a small actor, everyone will treat him as not, and naturally no one will introduce who this is to him.

This is the first time!

Xiaokouer thought about it and thought about it.

Ah, there have been many firsts today!

...

Director Wu left shortly after.

Xiao Kou'er sat next to Cen Yao, and gradually he was no longer afraid, nor did he feel that he would disturb Cen Yao's business. He stayed at ease.

And soon, someone from the Lin Mansion came to visit again.

After half a day, Xiao Kou'er actually followed Cen Yao and got to know many dignitaries in Haicheng in a confused way.

Because he had seen so many times, he didn't even remember who was who.

But half of the elites in Haicheng remember this young man beside Cen Fourth Master clearly and firmly, and they dare not forget it at all!

the other end.

Cen Qingyuan was rushed to the hospital, and Master Cen rushed over to hear the news and scolded angrily: "Who did this? Now that Cen Yao is occupying the army in the city, doesn't this man know that he is beating Cen Fourth Master's brother? "

The little servant wanted to cry but had no tears, thinking to himself, it was the fourth master who beat him!