Xiao Kou'er hadn't been to the theatre for a long time. For the first time, he knew that the work of lowering the waist could still be used here.

He hugged Cen Yao softly, and was hugged by the man, letting the other party round and flatten it, and when he folded it, he would not feel pain.

I am much happier than when I practice kung fu.

That's how it was sorted out.

...

When he struggled to hold his eyelids again, the dazzling sunlight had shrouded him through a thin layer of gauze in front of the window.

warm.

Xiao Kou'er rolled over, and then woke up with a start, and got up in a jiffy.

...What about Fourth Master Cen?

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

Cen Yao sat 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 in the end, he didn't practice less kung fu on weekdays. He stretched his arms and legs hard, and he felt that he had regained his strength. So he stepped on the carpet with his bare feet, and quietly walked behind the curtain.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

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

"Well, I've seen it." Cen Yao said lightly, the indifference between his eyebrows was even heavier. Xiao Kou'er watched from a distance, and was a little terrified unconsciously.

Looking a bit fierce.

The little button said in his heart.

It doesn't seem to be the same when I'm in bed... Xiao Kou'er recalled it carefully, but he couldn't quite remember the man's expression at that time. Come to think of it...it's actually pretty vicious on the bed. It was completely different from the way he wore a military uniform and sat there quietly.

Cen Yao continued to talk to the receiver.

Xiao Kou'er stared at his hand unconsciously.

He clasped the receiver in his palm.

Xiao Kou'er immediately remembered how Cen Yao had wrapped his arms around his waist and hooked his legs the day before, and then carried him into the bathroom with a hot towel, wiping him little by little. Cleaned up, tucked into the quilt...

How can this be a clean up?

Not like cleaning up.

This Cen Yao lowered his eyes and responded lightly, "En."

He already knew that Xiao Kou'er was up.

I just didn't expect the young man to stop behind the curtain like this, with no intention of coming towards him at all.

Cen Yao had no choice but to turn his head.

The two eyes met.

Xiao Kou'er felt that from the scalp to the soles of the feet, it was just a little bit warmer.

"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 he hesitated before walking to Cen Yao's side.

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

After scrubbing yesterday, Xiaokou'er put on Cen Yao's shirt.

Cen Yao was very tall, and of course the hem of his shirt was long enough to reach Xiao Guan'er's thigh.

While talking on the phone, Cen Yao reached out and probed the hem of his shirt.

Xiao Kou'er grabbed his trouser legs unconsciously, and then leaned back.

Immediately after, he heard Cen Yao say lightly to the other end: "According to the original plan, that's it." Then hung up the phone.

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

Xiao Kou'er shook his head and unconsciously reached out and touched the receiver of the phone.

Cen Yao held him tighter in his arms: "I teach you to call?"

Xiao Kou'er's eyes lit up: "Mmmm!"

He has always been studious in his two lifetimes.

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

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

This is a modified little white suit.

"Get dressed first." Cen Yao said.

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

Cen Yao was not angry either.

He squatted down, half-kneeled on the edge of the sofa, held his ankle and lifted it up, slowly putting on trousers for the boy first. His movements are still elegant, and he doesn't know, but he is still carrying out a sport belonging to the nobility.

Xiao Guan'er was sitting on the sofa, and his pants were over his thighs, so he couldn't put them on.

So Cen Yao reached out and put his arms around his waist.

The young man was very light, and when he hugged his waist, he pressed it softly, and then hung in the air.

Cen Yao pulled his pants up for him.

He bent down and unbuttoned his shirt for him, and turned to change into new clothes.

It was at this time that Xiao Kouer finally regained his senses and realized what Cen Yao was doing.

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

Xiao Kou'er's face turned pale, and he jumped off the sofa in a hurry, grabbed the hem of his clothes and said, "I'll do it myself, I'll be fine by myself!"

As he said that, he couldn't help but quietly look at Cen Yao's expression.

Treating a man as a maid is too much... Will he be angry?

But Cen Yao looked pale.

Little Kou'er really couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

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

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

Cen Yao peeled off his shirt and gave him a new one, buttoned a little bit, fastened the Windsor collar, and asked lightly, "Why?"

The little button was stunned.

The man is still dressing him,...the movements are meticulous and yet noble. Not a maid at all.

It seems that he is a carefully maintained treasure of a man.

Xiao Kou'er's complexion gradually recovered, and he whispered: "...I don't know who to call."

"You were fine yesterday." Cen Yao said.

"Huh?" Xiao Kou'er 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, and I should practice it immediately so that I can grasp the knowledge more firmly."

The little button was stunned.

Yesterday he was... angry to the point of losing his mind.

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

Fourth Master Cen is praising me for being good?

Can that be praised?

Also, is this also knowledge?

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

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

At this time, 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 call me when I'm at headquarters."

Little Button blinked.

It's so different...

In the past, Cen Qingyuan always sent someone to call him. If Cen Qingyuan didn't send someone, he would never see Cen Qingyuan.

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

But that doesn't seem right.

Because the people in the troupe always say, "That's what the nobles are like." "We are just a few actors, and they will run over you with the touch of a finger. How can you ask the nobles?"

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

"You can't disturb me."

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

When the answer was finished, Xiao Kou'er couldn't help but feel a little happy.

He will call.

There is also an object that can be called!

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

Xiao Kou'er hurriedly asked, "Where's my cake?"

"Part of it is on the carpet, some I ate, and some you ate."

Xiao Kou'er was at a loss for a moment, 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 eaten here."

Little Button: ? ? ?

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

He didn't dare to look at Cen Yao again until he finished breakfast.

However, I don't dare to look at it, but I can prick up my ears to listen secretly.

The little button listened for a while-

This is going upstairs to get something.

This is to order the adjutant to prepare the car.

This is... he's going out?

Xiao Kou'er then quickly asked: "I... can I go back to the troupe today? I'll go back by myself, you can just go and do your work."

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

"Ah? Aren't you going to go out?"

"Well, go out with you."

It was only then that Xiao Kou'er understood that the car had been prepared for him early in the morning.

He is not afraid of walking.

No matter how long the road is, no matter how dark the alley is, he is not afraid of it.

But...but it would be nice to be able to ride in a car!

Very happy!

Xiao Kou'er followed Cen Yao into the car, and soon arrived at the troupe. However, Cen Yao still did not get out of the car immediately.

Xiao Kou'er raised his hand and pressed his neck, and said, "It's alright here, no need to apply medicine."

Cen Yao: "Well."

The little button looked out of 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 moved his butt, moved closer to Cen Yao, and asked in a low voice, "I'm now... Who is the fourth master?"

"A lover?" Xiao Kou'er asked in a lower voice.

Like the title used in a man's bedtime story.

In this troupe, the person sent by Master Cen kicked the troupe to the ground.

"You dirty bastards, coaxed our eldest young master with a little actor on the front foot, and sent the back foot to our fourth master's bed! Bah! Shameless things, deliberately disturbing our Cen family's house! Today kill you guys..."

Little Kou'er is in the Lin Mansion.

Of course, even if they were in the troupe at the moment, they wouldn't necessarily dare to move.

But the people from the Qian family class...hehe, they are not soft-hearted.

Master Cen was full of anger, and he had to find a place to get out.

in this car.

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 chamber."

Cen Yao pinched his ears and slid down his neck again, and then said lightly, "Don't be an outer chamber." He said, "Be a wife."

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

Do... a wedding?

Is he for real?

Little Kou'er's heart was beating wildly.

"Can you see it?"

The man is asking for his opinion.

Men are powerful and rich. No one should be able to reject him, right?

Xiao Kou'er heard too many bossy and irrefutable voices. ...but men will ask him.

It's like he didn't take him as a prankster, but put him there to be a real person.

Xiao Kou'er pursed her lower lip: "...Okay."

Anyway, don't think about what will happen in the future, I am very happy now!

Then Cen Yao opened the car door and said, "Let's go."

It's almost time.

If the people of the Cen family acted quickly, it would be enough to beat up Qian's family by now.

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

Xiao Kou'er hurriedly followed and got out of the car.

The man had long legs and took a long step forward. He was about to trot to keep up, but suddenly the person in front of him paused, turned around, and stretched out his hand towards him: "Come here."

The little button hurriedly jumped on it.

The man hugged him by the waist, carried him up the steps, and over the threshold again, as if he were dealing with porcelain.

Finally, Xiao Kou'er hit the ground under his feet.

The class leader just fell down there with a thud, and someone in the troupe shouted, "Kou'er! Kou'er help!"