Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou lowered his eyes and looked at the teacup. His expression was free and relaxed, yet unusually gentle. His face was as handsome as a jade, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

Even though he noticed the timid look coming from the side, he still took a sip of warm tea with an expressionless face.

Xiao Jingxuan knew his junior uncle's temper. The calmer he appeared on the surface, the more unspeakable anger he was holding back inside.

How could he dare to hesitate for even a second? He waved his hands hastily and said hurriedly, "No...no girl."

"Serve us your signature dim sum and two jars of the best Qin Xin Zui. That's all for now. You can leave now."

The woman's face seemed a little surprised, and then slowly turned into a slight look of contempt.

His tone was still steady, pretending to be respectful and asking: "Sir, there is a new girl who grew up in southern Xinjiang in the building. She is good at singing and dancing. Are you sure about it?"

"No, no." There was already a thin layer of sweat on Xiao Jingxuan's forehead.

His eyes were fixed on Chu Huaizhou, who had a calm expression and a calm face. "If I say no, it means no."

Seeing that he was so tough and resolute, and didn't know what was good for him, she made it clear to him in a bad mood.

"Even if Master Xiao doesn't want some music and dancing to cheer him up, he still has to listen to what this Master has to say, right?"

When the woman said this, her eyes quickly swept across Chu Huaizhou's face.

At this moment, he was leaning lazily on the sandalwood chair, slightly raising his charming and gentle eyes, which were filled with a cool chill.

Her eyes are slightly red, her eyelashes are thick and long, and her beautiful lips are always tightly pursed into a light pink straight line.

I thought in my heart like an infatuated man: Men like this always look heartless and disloyal, he must be a romantic person.

Xiao Jingxuan's tapping of the table suddenly stopped, his deep eyes turning cold, "He won't want it either."

As expected, Chu Huaizhou turned his head when he heard the voice, without even glancing at him, and smiled at the woman, "Who said no? I want it."

The woman smiled instantly, took out a bamboo slip from her sleeve, and moved quickly to his side eagerly.

She said, "Sir, these are the names and portraits of the girls. You just need to tell me the name of the artist you like."

Xiao Jingxuan's icy green pupils suddenly shrank, as deep as a whirlpool.

Seeing that Junior Uncle Master didn't take it, but his ears and neck turned red, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when the heavy stone in my heart was about to fall, I suddenly heard the other party ask: "That young master Xiao in black is a frequent visitor here, right?"

His heart was lifted up again by these words, and he looked nervously at the woman who was introducing herself in a torrent of words.

She was stunned for a moment, then nodded stupidly. "Yes, yes."

But he quickly shook his head and said, "No, that's not the case. He came here frequently in the past few years, but I haven't seen him in nearly a year."

Chu Huaizhou picked up the teacup and nodded, rubbing his fingers along the edge of the cup, as if thinking about something. "Okay."

"I won't read the bamboo slips of the list. Please call the girls he named before to come here for a small gathering."

"Ah? This..." The woman was dumbfounded. She seemed to want to refuse, but couldn't think of the right words.

He turned his head and caught a glimpse of the embarrassment on the girl's face. "What's wrong? Is there any problem? Or is there any inconvenience?"

The woman screamed in her heart: There is something wrong with you! Of course there is a problem! It is inconvenient! It is so inconvenient!

She thought about it and finally declined politely: "Sir, this request is a bit unreasonable."

"Every time Mr. Xiao comes, he doesn't summon just one of our girls."

"If we want to bring all the girls he named here, it may be difficult to achieve."

"Please forgive me, sir. Your request is difficult for us to meet."

Anyone would feel unbalanced when the fat duck that is right in front of their mouth flies away like that.

The woman introduced the girl on the bamboo slips more enthusiastically, "Why don't you take a look at it, it's pretty good too."

Chu Huaizhou felt that he was really crazy.

For a trivial matter, he actually became jealous of a group of women he didn't even know and even broke into other people's territory.

But he thought: since he had come here with such a thick face, why would he give up halfway and return empty-handed?

"Is that so?" Chu Huaizhou lowered his eyelids slightly, thought for a moment, then raised his head and asked very sincerely -

"Qing Pavilion is so large, there must be an account book, right? It must record the consumption of customers, right?"

"I suggest you go and look there, maybe you can find something."

The woman holding the bamboo slips had a full smile on her face, "Sir, you are right. What you said makes sense."

In my heart, I was rolling my eyes to the sky. Today, someone who was sensible and understood accounting came.

But Qingge can receive hundreds of guests a day, so how long will it take for me to find one? Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?

Perhaps because she adhered to the basic principle that the guests were gods, her fake smile did not break.

"But sir, I have one thing to remind you. Even if we find them, perhaps not all the girls will be able to come together."

Facing Chu Huaizhou's confused, innocent and clear eyes, she slowly explained: "They may be accompanying other young masters."

“!!!Oh!!” He seemed calm and composed, and responded as if he was strolling in the garden, but his face gradually turned red with embarrassment.

He raised his sleeve to cover his face and coughed softly to hide his embarrassment. "The girl will be found and summoned here if she is free."

The woman's expression was complicated, and her heart was already boiling with excitement: No way? Are you really planning to let me find it???

Chu Huaizhou seemed to have remembered something, and he tilted his head and raised the corner of his lips to smile softly, "Thank you for your help."

With just a few words, the resentment in the woman's heart disappeared instantly.

"Okay." Conquered by the smile, she bent over uncomplainingly, "I'll go get it for you from the shopkeeper."

But what I was thinking in my heart was: If you weren't so beautiful, I wouldn't want to bother with you.

After she left, the room immediately returned to silence. Xiao Jingxuan stood not far away, slightly lowering his eyes.

In Chu Huaizhou's eyes, the flickering candlelight floated up and down, his eyelashes were drawn down, and his emotions could not be seen clearly.

The more silent he was, and the deeper his bottomless eyes looked, the more anxious and flustered Xiao Jingxuan became.

"Uncle Junior, if you have any ideas, you can tell me frankly."

"I will explain everything clearly. Why do you need to ask them to come? Don't you trust me?"

Chu Huaizhou looked into his eyes and tried to say calmly, "I don't disbelieve you."

It’s just that my love for you is humble to the core.

He is sensitive and fragile, he is worried about gains and losses, he is sentimental, and he worries and fears any possible possibility.

He wanted to use this clumsy method to face his sensitive heart.

The junior master uncle was jealous. This was the only solution that the junior master uncle, who was always not smart when it came to love matters, could think of.

Chu Huaizhou lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering quickly, and he even said a little unconfidently: "It's not that I don't believe you."

But if he asked how much he really believed it, he couldn't give an accurate answer, after all, Xiao Jingxuan had a criminal record.

Chu Huaizhou asked himself whether he was the most beautiful woman in the world, nor did he have the ability to be so delicate and charming as to capture his heart.

In the past, he kept this love gently and carefully, and dared not reveal it at all.

The same is true now.

He is afraid of being abandoned and squeezed out. If he doesn't fight for something, he is afraid of being overtaken by latecomers.