When Xiao Kou'er was brought into the office, he was in a daze and couldn't regain his senses, until Cen Yao turned back and closed the door, making a soft sound.

"He...they..." Xiao Kou'er stuttered involuntarily.

"Huh?" Cen Yao responded lightly, walked up to him, raised his hand and brushed off a little snowflake on his head.

The snow today was not heavy, but it still soaked a little of the boy's hair. The broken hair on his forehead was pressed even tighter, and he looked a little indescribably cute.

Xiao Kou'er smelled the smell of gunpowder on Cen Yao's body.

It really smells like gunpowder. It's the smell of bullets coming out of the gun case.

These days in the Lin Mansion, he has heard a lot from Cen Yao. Especially when Cen Yao taught him to use a gun later, he became more familiar with it.

The little button finally stopped stumbling.

He straightened out and said, "...can they know?"

"Can you know what?"

"It's me and the fourth master... We, are we going to get married...? Can they also know about this?" Xiao Kou'er was a little at a loss.

Isn't this kind of thing only playable in private?

Even if he brought it to the table, he shouldn't let his subordinates know about it.

"Well, I'll know sooner or later." Cen Yao said, took two pieces of paper in his hand, lowered his eyebrows, and carefully wiped Xiao Kou'er's cold face from the wind and snow.

It was like the first day when he walked into the backstage of the troupe, pinching his chin and slowly wiping the paint off his face.

"Sooner or later?" Xiao Kou'er was even more stunned.

"When the wedding banquet is held, you will know."

The little button clenched his fingers involuntarily.

Not only is Cen Yao not joking, he seems to have already put such a thing on the agenda...

Then think about the people in the troupe and what he said.

"I didn't tell you some things in the past, because Cen Qingyuan couldn't give anything. It's different now... Cen Siye's status is detached, and he will definitely marry a famous lady in the future. You don't take advantage of the present to quickly follow Cen Si. If you get some benefits from the lord, where will you get it in the future? As soon as the fourth master of Cen quits, shouldn't our troupe be like what? The next time I have a guest, I can still throw money and fruit on your head... "

The head teacher's voice swirled around in Xiao Kou'er's head.

Xiao Kou'er couldn't help but say, "The class teacher and I talked a little bit today."

"Huh?" Cen Yao grabbed his wrist and led him to the desk. Xiao Kou'er glanced at it unconsciously, thinking that this desk is really big, and there is a map on it...

Xiao Kou'er narrowed her gaze, and then continued to say: "He said...you will marry someone else, let me please you now."

Cen Yao's eyes sank slightly, but there was nothing on his face.

He sat down on the chair and looked up at Xiao Kou'er: "You don't need to please me."

Little Button blinked.

Cen Yao took him around and gently pressed him into his arms.

Cen Yao is tall and straight, much taller than him, and his chin is right next to his neck at this moment. Cen Yao flipped the map in front of him with one hand, lifted the small suit with the other, and pinched his waist. Losing the barrier of clothing, it was tightly attached to his flesh.

"I like you, it's my turn to please you." Cen Yao said, touched his tailbone, pressed it lightly, and then said, "I'll come to please you now."

How to please?

The little button was stunned.

Does he still need to please?

For a while, the unpleasant words said by the class teacher were forgotten.

Cen Yao first picked up the pen and made a mark on the map, then closed it and left it alone. Before Xiao Kou'er could regain his senses, his trousers were ripped off.

Then he knew how to please.

Cen Yao did not take off his clothes.

Just untied the straps and zipper.

And he was all softly nestled in Cen Yao's arms, thinking that he was going to be hit on the carpet several times, but when he recovered, he was still firmly clasped by Cen Yao's arm.

. . . Cleaning up and ingratiating yourself . . . What is the same thing?

Xiao Kou'er felt as if he had been deceived in a daze.

When he returned to Qingming, he was still in Cen Yao's arms. It's just that both of them were neatly dressed, except that the hem of his shirt and Cen Yao's trousers became wrinkled. Fortunately, his shirt was inside, and Cen Yao's trousers were also black, so it was hard to tell.

The door has been opened.

From time to time, someone came in to send information to Cen Yao.

And the phone beside Cen Yao always rang.

It seems like something is going to happen...

Xiao Kou'er raised his head, only glimpsed Cen Yao's chin, the line was sharp and indifferent.

It's completely different from the way he bowed his head and kissed him just now.

At this time, someone knocked on the door again.

Xiao Kou'er raised his eyes and looked, as if he had followed Cen Yao before, calling him "sister-in-law" together.

Xiaokou'er blushed a little, and moved his body unconsciously, but Cen Yao didn't move his eyes, but his hand tightened him even tighter.

He felt like a vixen.

It's almost as written in the play.

When Cen Yao went to the military camp, he had to take him by his side.

The man reported to Cen Yao, all of which Xiao Kou'er couldn't understand.

Then he finally mentioned a name Xiaokou'er was familiar with.

"The marriage between Cen Qingyuan and Miss Tong broke down. Master Cen was so angry that he couldn't get out of bed, so he sent people to look for you everywhere."

Cen Yao then glanced down at Xiao Kou'er, and then said lightly, "The Tong family is not stupid enough to sell their daughter."

"Miss Tong has stayed in school, but she still can't stand this anger." The man said, paused, and then said again: "Cen Qingyuan's right leg is recovering well."

Cen Yao knew that it was probably Xiao Kou'er's first shot, and he didn't have a crosshair and didn't hurt the key. Unlike him, even if Cen Qingyuan's left leg is well maintained, he will have to walk lame in the future.

But knowing is one thing.

Cen Yao pinched his fingertips, still afraid that the boy's hand would be soft.

Cen Yao said lightly: "If the people of the Cen family come again, you can tell them. If you want me to set foot on the door of the Cen family again, let Cen Qingyuan get out of the Cen family business first."

The man nodded, wrote them down one by one, and then backed out.

Then Cen Yao looked at Xiao Kou'er's face.

The boy's face was wrinkled.

Cen Yao pinched his neck.

Xiao Kou'er felt like a cat or dog was pinched on the nape of the neck...

"Fourth Master?"

"Not happy?"

Wouldn't it be because of seeing Cen Qingyuan's bleak end that he moved his sympathy?

Xiao Kou'er opened his mouth, shook his head and said nothing.

As soon as he heard the three words Cen Qingyuan, he remembered what the class leader said, what is the difference between Cen Fourth Master and Cen Qingyuan...

How could he tell Cen Yao what the class leader said?

Too...too shameful.

It seems that he is a villain with scheming and ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, Xiao Kou'er felt ashamed and sorry for Cen Yao.

Cen Yao pinched the back of his neck again, and said in a low voice, "Want Cen Qingyuan?"

Xiao Kou'er was still a little younger, and when he was with Cen Qingyuan, he didn't even know how to love. Not to mention that Cen Qingyuan is not a qualified lover at all, and Xiao Kou'er went down with him in a confused way.

Now he didn't even taste Cen Yao's jealousy.

The little button just twisted his body hard.

Cen Yao's eyes were deep, and he relaxed slightly.

Little Kou'er stepped on the carpet with bare feet, turned around, and threw herself back into Cen Yao's arms again. Like a puppy, he kissed Cen Yao's chin, nose, and mouth without any rules... She whispered. : "How can the fourth master please me? I think... let me please the fourth master."

The deep light in Cen Yao's eyes quickly turned into a warm flame.

He said hoarsely, "How do you please me?"

Xiao Kou'er twisted and rubbed in his arms, then flexibly hooked his legs and crossed his waist: "...I practice very hard on weekdays."

Cen Yao clasped the back of his head and blocked his voice.

Did Xiao Kou'er take the initiative to please Cen Yao again?

It took more than two hours to add up before and after.

"Pleasure" is so exhausting.

When Xiao Kou'er was wrapped in a blanket and carried into the car by Cen Yao, he thought so.

However, the uncomfortable and shameful feeling in his heart was disturbed.

When the car slowly drove in the direction of Lin Mansion, Xiao Kou'er couldn't help but whispered, "...The class teacher is kind to me."

I don't know if I'm telling Cen Yao, or I'm placating myself, don't think too much because of the troupe's attitude.

"Yeah." Cen Yao responded, but he couldn't hear his anger.

After Xiao Kou'er finished speaking, he fell asleep because he was too tired.

When he woke up again, he had already returned to the Lin Mansion. Only him on the bed.

Xiao Kou'er groped and got up and asked the maid, who said that Cen Yao was in the study.

As soon as he turned around, he saw that there was a phone by his bedside, he stretched out his hand impatiently, and dialed the internal number of Cen Yao's study.

Cen Yao picked it up quickly and asked, "Are you awake?"

How does he always know it was me?

The little button was a little bewildered.

But there was an indescribable joy in my heart.

It seemed that as soon as he stretched out his hand, he could catch Cen Yao's palm without any mistake.

"Hmm. Awake."

"hungry?"

"Not hungry."

Xiao Kou'er didn't know what to say, but he always had to talk on the phone... Xiao Kou'er racked his brains, and took out what he didn't finish in the car because he fell asleep, and continued to talk to Cen Yao: "...I still want to go to the troupe to sing, but I'm afraid to go to the troupe."

"I was taken in by the class teacher when I was nine years old, because I had neither father nor mother. I didn't want to become a beggar Liu at the entrance of the alley. I just knelt at the door of the troupe with shame."

"Then the class teacher taught me to sing... It's a little bit bitter, but it's not too hard. It's better than having no place to live and nothing to eat..."

In the study, Cen Yao dropped the pen and listened carefully to Xiao Kou'er.

The more he listened to him, the colder Cen Yao's brows and eyes became.

Little Kou'er didn't know it, and was still saying, "Everyone is working hard, so what's the hardship? One year, when the troupe couldn't keep up, we drank a little porridge and cooked some wild vegetables every day... I was the youngest at the time. , they also gave me an extra spoonful. It was very fragrant. Later, Aju in the theater went to make an outer room for others. On the day I came back, he brought us roasted sweet potatoes sold on the street, which were very fragrant. That's what I ate. The sweetest thing ever..."

Xiao Kou'er talked a lot on and off.

Finally, he sighed softly.

He didn't read much, but he vaguely remembered something like that.

Can share the joys and sorrows, but not the same wealth.

"I'm a little sad..."

Cen Yao said, "Wait."

"?"

When Xiao Kou'er spoke again, there was no Cen Yao's voice on the other end of the phone.

Xiao Kou'er had to wait there bored.

Am I being too boring? Right. Why does Cen Yao listen to me?

Xiaokou'er rolled over on the bed, and suddenly the door opened.

The man came in and handed him a greased paper bag.

The little button snapped open.

It's a roasted sweet potato.