In the face of Master Cen's questioning, the servant did not dare to lie about Cen Yao.

I'm afraid that next time the gun in the fourth master's hand will break his head.

Master Cen was puzzled, and asked with a sullen face, "What did the thief want to hurt the eldest young master?"

"That's right, the one from Qian's family..."

Before the servant could finish his sentence, Master Cen interrupted him with a gloomy expression: "What did you say about the actor?"

The boy didn't dare to answer.

It's a joke.

But now it's the play of the fourth master.

How can it be the same?

Master Cen didn't notice the strange look on the young servant's face, he immediately sent someone to Qian's family, and instructed the people around him: "Go to the Lin mansion to invite the fourth master, and say that something happened to his eldest brother. They are all family. , his eldest brother was injured, and the damage was his face! Please come back immediately!"

The little servant was so suffocated that he could not wait to tell Master Cen the ins and outs immediately.

But he dared not.

So I could only watch Master Cen send the two groups out.

Master Cen's people fluttered at Qian's family class. Their faces were the same as those sent by Cen Qingyuan at the beginning. They were so angry that they turned their faces and would smash the stage of Qian's family class.

The head teacher panicked, and before he could move Cen Yao out, the first few guests had already shouted.

"Hey hey what are you doing?"

"You're so daring, how dare you go wild without even looking at this place?" a guest said in a cold voice. He had already stood up and walked towards the Cen family thugs first.

Several thugs looked at each other, feeling fresh in their hearts.

"Heh, why don't you know what this place is? Isn't this a place where you raise bitches? Is this called Sa Ye? You are here to get people!" The headed thug sneered.

The guest sneered: "You haven't washed your mouth for a few days! I will wash you today."

As soon as the voice fell, many people in the audience stood up, and all of them took out knives from their waists.

Only then did a few thugs in the Cen family feel that something was wrong, and hurriedly glanced at each other, and hurriedly asked, "Dare to ask your Excellency?"

"Your grandfather, my name is Chang Sheng!"

The thugs were dumbfounded.

Ever win?

Isn't that the head of the famous Rose Nightclub in Haicheng?

There are thousands of brothers under his hands, and he has a very good reputation in the underworld.

But he didn't go to a nightclub where he was very drunk, so what did he do in such a small place?

While he was stunned, Chang Sheng had already picked up the tea bowl in his hand and placed it on the leader's face.

He was so hot that he screamed and didn't dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly greeted the others and turned around and ran away.

The class leader breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly smiled: "Thank you Chang Ye!"

"The fourth master you said will come here to listen to the play, if you dare to bluff me..."

"No, no, no. You just wait."

Chang Sheng just sat back.

Some people in the hall exchanged glances silently, and sat back again firmly.

In fact, is it more than a constant victory?

If the thug was more ignorant, he would have found that Mr. Chen's wife and brother of Caoyun Wharf, the second-in-command of the Xingyi Gang... all of them are black people, let alone wash his mouth, they can He took out his brain and washed it.

And those old guests who originally belonged to the troupe also swallowed their tea in fear at this moment, pretending that Quan didn't see these people.

He just said silently from the bottom of his heart that Qian Jiaban really couldn't afford to offend him.

The people who were able to enter the Lin Mansion and meet Cen Yao in an open and honest manner were mostly people on the white road, and they all had identities.

And these underworld figures who wanted to meet Cen Yao had to go to the troupe to try their luck.

Qian Jiaban's reputation rose for a while.

But it was said that after the thugs returned, their faces were white and bloody, which really startled Master Cen.

Master Cen's face sank: "You said that the person named Chang Sheng by himself?" Master Cen sneered: "That little actor has really climbed the high branch! No wonder he is so ruthless towards Qing Yuan. But Chang Sheng is a black man, he What else have you got?"

After all, Master Cen said confidently: "If it was in the past, I would still respect him for winning three points, now..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man sent to the Lin Mansion also came back, and said with embarrassment: "Master, those soldiers won't let us go in to see Fourth Master..."

Master Cen's face turned blue and white, and he was embarrassed.

After a long while, he recovered his voice: "How is it possible? Fourth Master won't let you in?"

Master Cen wanted to scold Nizi, but when he got to his mouth, he didn't dare to scold him.

"Forget it, wait for Qing Yuan to get better, and then go to his door together!"

Master Cen was letting go of his big words, but he didn't dare to go to Chang Sheng's trouble just like that.

After entering the Lin Mansion... hum.

Anything that wins and loses all the time, all have to kneel in front of his Cen's house and beg for mercy!

Xiao Guan'er fell asleep and found that there were wooden stakes in the garden of the Lin Mansion. When he went downstairs, he found that there were also costumes with long water sleeves on the sofa.

Cen Yao put down the telegram in his hand, raised his head and said lightly, "If you want to practice, practice here."

Xiao Kou'er was stunned: "Aren't you going to the theatre?"

"not going."

Xiao Kou'er frowned, obviously not happy, but it was not easy to talk to Cen Yao.

"You go and try it first."

"Oh."

The little button just moved out.

When he was in the garden, he turned his head and found a bird hanging on the tree.

Before Xiao Kou'er could speak, the bird raised its throat first.

Xiao Kou'er's eyes widened, she was quite surprised, and busy also started to hang her throat.

The Lin Mansion was huge, and all he could hear in the garden was his own voice. He took a deep breath. It was all the earth mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants.

Indescribably delighted.

This is the practice paradise that only appeared in his dreams when he was young!

Xiao Kou'er was still young, so he forgot the hesitation and dissatisfaction just now, and devoted himself to the practice seriously.

The adjutant heard a little noise in the room, and couldn't help but wonder: "This young master Kou'er has already followed you, why are you still thinking about practicing?"

"he likes."

The adjutant really can't figure it out, what's there to like about this?

Ten years of work in the audience alone is enough to make people drink a pot! Not to mention tired on stage.

And it's all based on other people's rewards to live, if there is no young marshal to show up, I don't know how many times I will be bullied every day.

Cen Yao's eyes fell on the teenager through the glass window, and said lightly: "That is the ability he has depended on to survive since childhood." If this ability is deprived of him, the teenager will be uneasy.

The adjutant nodded in understanding, then handed over a list and asked, "Look, is this feasible?"

Cen Yao took it.

It was a long list, which recorded most of the powerful people in Haicheng.

There is also a post under the list.

The adjutant said: "First draw a picture according to the usual way, you will have a look first..."

Cen Yao opened the post.

"It is scheduled for December 11 at the Lin Mansion..."

Cen Yao said lightly: "I will write the post myself."

The adjutant was startled, then returned to his senses, nodded and said, "Yes."

In the blink of an eye, it's December tenth.

Xiao Kou'er went to the troupe twice in the middle, and most of the time he stayed at the Lin Mansion.

Listening to Cen Yao tell a bedtime story, his ears almost get cocooned. If it weren't for him being too poor, he would have wanted to spend money to hire a storyteller to teach Fourth Master Cen!

Probably because Cen Yao always told him stories, Xiao Kou'er remembered the birthday of December 11th in his mind early, and the memory was so clear that he couldn't even shake it away.

In previous years, he couldn't remember this, because the troupe was too busy. He got up every day, immersed himself in the exercises, then went on stage to sing, and when he got off the stage, he occasionally met with Cen Qingyuan... Every day, the cycle went on and on, and there was nothing else. novelty.

Who has a birthday?

What's there to do?

Xiao Kou'er thought to herself, but she couldn't help but secretly glanced at Cen Yao's study.

The man said he liked him.

and marry him.

Will the man give him a birthday?

Xiao Kou'er went downstairs to practice kung fu for a while as usual, and Cen Yao also came down not long after.

"I'll teach you something else today." Cen Yao said.

"what?"

Cen Yao took him to the school grounds and had the gun brought over.

Xiao Kou'er practiced guns for a day like this, and in the end, his hands and legs were soft, and even his head was confused.

When I took a shower and climbed into bed, the sound of gunshots was still in my head.

"Why did you teach me this?" Little Kou'er barely raised her eyelids and asked in a low voice.

"If someone bullies you, you will know how to shoot." After Cen Yao said lightly, he followed up: "Okay, I'll tell you a bedtime story..."

Xiao Kou'er woke up, stared at him, and said loudly, "I'll be eighteen tomorrow!"

Cen Yao's eyes were deep, and he responded lightly: "Yes. Eighteen."

the next day.

Xiao Kou'er got up slowly, and saw a lot of guests downstairs, and they all looked like they were not small. He didn't find it strange either. Anyway, I have seen it with Cen Yao before.

Soon.

Master Cen and Cen Qingyuan's car also arrived.

They also got the post.

Master Cen was happy, after all, he tried to enter the door many times before, but he couldn't get in. Now Cen Yao took the initiative to send a post, what does that mean? Doesn't that mean that the father-son relationship can be reconciled?

While Master Cen was happy, he didn't realize that Cen Qingyuan's expression was extremely ugly.

Cen Qingyuan didn't want to come and accept the humiliation.

He didn't want to see Cen Yao and Xiao Kou'er standing together at all.

...that would always remind him that he was green from head to toe!

The old man Cen and his son entered the door, and they bumped into many dignitaries on the way.

These people recognized the identity of Master Cen, and greeted him enthusiastically, and Master Cen immediately smiled. But Cen Qingyuan clenched his fists quietly, just looking around for Cen Yao's figure.

No......

Cen Qingyuan's eyes froze.

He didn't see Cen Yao, but he saw Xiao Kou'er.

The young man was wearing a satin gown and dressed in a luxurious manner. Who was talking to him? That's the director of the National Police Agency! Turning around again, it was from the Ministry of Finance...

They all laughed and talked to the boy.

And Xiao Kou'er didn't know where the courage came from. He stood in the middle and didn't panic. He pursed his lips and smiled softly.

How could Cen Qingyuan accept such a picture?

He gritted his teeth, couldn't hold back any longer, and walked quickly to Xiao Kou'er.

"Come here, I have something to tell you."

Xiao Kou'er turned his head and looked at Cen Qingyuan in astonishment.

Cen Qingyuan's legs are not yet healed, so walking is a little inconvenient at the moment. It looked a little pitiful.

Xiao Kou'er frowned and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Cen Qingyuan gritted his teeth and said, "I really didn't like you before, that's because..." Cen Qingyuan showed a malicious expression: "I like Cen Yao."

Little Button was startled.

Cen Yao?

Does Cen Qingyuan like Cen Yao?

Xiao Kou'er choked on his chest, his eyes were red, and his hand clenched the hem of his clothes, but he first touched the gun that Cen Yao put in his pocket in the morning.