Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou was thinking a lot, his eyes were confused but with a hint of clarity, he turned to look at Xiao Jingxuan.

He was actually crying.

Chu Huaizhou's heart skipped a beat. He stood beside the tea table, silently wiping his tears, not knowing how long he had been crying.

Tears flowed silently from beneath his deeply furrowed brows, overflowing and flowing down, sliding onto his dry lips.

The glance that was secretly cast over became even more hazy and faint, with pitiful traces of tears extending from the red corners of the eyes to the corners of the tightly pursed lips.

There were tears in Xiao Jingxuan's eyes that seemed like they would fall in the next second.

Seeing him looking at me, he just smiled leisurely, swallowed his tears back into his eyes, and his cheeks suddenly relaxed.

He choked up and shouted, "Little Master."

Chu Huaizhou stood up and walked over. He stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, but when his fingertips touched his skin, he slowly put his hand down.

"Why are you crying all day?" He said in a gentle tone, with a hint of disdain, and a smile on his lips.

Hearing his low voice, Xiao Jingxun burst into tears. He didn't know what his junior uncle was up to, so he felt very nervous.

"Master Junior, why did you call so many girls here? I really have never..."

"I know, I believe."

Chu Huaizhou didn't know how to explain his inferiority complex to this person, so he just kept drinking water and pretended that he was unable to speak.

Qingge's industry is huge, so its efficiency is naturally not low. The two of them are distinguished guests among distinguished guests, so they dare not neglect them.

The talented girls soon arrived one after another, some holding the pipa and some holding the guzheng.

They were all ready to show off their skills, hoping to be noticed by two handsome and tall noble gentlemen so that they could escape from their sea of ​​suffering.

The girls looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never worked together before and had no idea what piece to play.

One young man was standing with drooping eyelids, and the other young man was sitting leisurely, sipping tea and drinking wine leisurely.

No one spoke, and the girls did not dare to say anything either. They stood in two rows in an orderly manner.

After a long silence, several girls boldly asked, "Excuse me, sir, what kind of music would you like to listen to today?"

Chu Huaizhou turned his head, and his fingertips that were tapping on the edge of the teacup finally stopped, and his eyes swept over them one by one.

Finally, it stopped on Xiao Jingxuan's face. He walked forward and touched the other's chest, and unexpectedly took away the Xuanji fan pinned on the man's waist.

Faced with the junior master's initiative to approach him, Xiao Jingxuan was dumbfounded. He didn't react until the Xuanji fan was taken away.

Chu Huaizhou closed his fan and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. When Xiao Jingxuan tried to grab his wrist, he deliberately dodged quickly.

The soft fingertips touched his other shoulder and brushed back and forth with an ambiguous teasing tone.

A layer of mist gradually filled Xiao Jingxun's eyes, and the simple confusion concealed the burning desire deep inside.

"Girls here, whose songs do you listen to most often? Whose dance do you watch most often?"

Chu Huaizhou asked calmly, his emotions hidden extremely well in both his tone and expression.

The girls couldn't understand the hidden meaning in his words, but Xiao Jingxuan could understand that the jealous little master uncle actually had a different flavor.

Inexplicably cute and inexplicably open.

The girls were even more kept in the dark and had no idea what was going on. They all stared at each other and didn't dare to say a word.

It was because the coldness on Chu Huaizhou's body was almost solidified, and his bony fingers were playing with the emerald green bamboo fan.

The red candle flickered lightly, the night wind blew in through the window, the light went out for a moment, and the obscure expression intensified the sense of aggression and oppression.

No one spoke in the room. The quiet and silent atmosphere was somewhat eerie. The ears were filled with the "howling" sound of the wind blowing through the window.

Xiao Jingxuan lowered his head and said honestly and sincerely: "Uncle Junior Master, it's been so long, I really can't remember clearly."

Chu Huaizhou smiled slightly, looking gentle and kind, yet inexplicably oppressive.

"It's okay if I can't remember."

He closed his eyes lightly, his expression suddenly became deep, a faint smile still remained at the corners of his mouth, and his voice was lazy and indifferent.

He deliberately slowed down his pace, walked in front of the girls, and said in a gentle voice: "Raise your heads."

The little girl was so frightened that her calves were shaking. She was forced back several steps by the fierce aura surrounding him before she raised her head with shaking shoulders.

She looked quite young, with round eyes filled with crystal tears, which blinked as she looked at him.

Chu Huaizhou's heart sank, and he opened his thin lips slightly, "Oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, round eyes."

When he came to the next girl, everyone became more and more unsure of what he was going to do, and more and more people dared not look up.

Chu Huaizhou used the handle of his fan to slightly lift the girl's chin and apologized: "I'm sorry for the offense, I hope you can forgive me."

But when the girls looked up, they were often startled by his picturesque eyes and eyebrows, which were as indigo as the distant mountains.

"She has an oval face, phoenix eyes, and her eyebrows are the most beautiful. They are always slightly frowned, as if she has endless worries."

"Even though it is like this, it is still extremely lovable, and I feel pity for it."

He was not stingy with his praise and mentioned the beauty and advantages of each girl.

The girls looked at each other and asked bravely, "Sir, what do you mean?"

"Did you spend a lot of money to call us here just to list our merits and praise us?"

"I apologize for what I did just now, ladies. I hope you will forgive me."

Chu Huaizhou's eyebrows gradually drooped, and his heart became as silent as the Dead Sea, without any waves anymore.

These girls are truly stunning beauties, each with their own strengths, slender waists and graceful figures.

She is virtuous and gentle. When she speaks to others, she speaks in a soft voice, like the spring rain that moistens the earth, which is soft and comfortable to the heart.

Looking at myself, not only am I ten years younger than the girls, I also have no special talents, my figure is not as good as the girls', and my waist and abdomen are not as slender and soft as the girls'.

He was mean, cold, indifferent and fierce. When speaking to him, he would either growl or curse at you, and never spoke properly.

The voices don’t seem to be pleasant either. The girls’ voices are soft and sweet to the heart.

It’s hard to describe myself.

Chu Huaizhou reflected on himself and belittled himself to the point of being worthless. He found that he didn't even have the qualifications to be jealous of others.

Whether in appearance or in temperament and voice, I can't compare with these girls at all.

He stood alone in front of the tea table with his back to Xiao Jingxuan, in a daze, the tenderness in his eyes gradually fading.

So, why would this person, who has never been involved in the outside world, suddenly say that he likes me?

Is it true or false? It shouldn't be because of a breakup that he came to me, right?

Unfortunately, Xiao Jingxuan didn’t have the ability to read minds, so he didn’t know what Chu Huaizhou was thinking.

But he could see it, see the junior uncle's tense back, the hand holding the fan trembling slightly, and the blue veins bulging.

"Junior Master." Xiao Jingxuan slowly moved forward and suddenly hugged him tightly from behind.

"No, Chu Huaizhou, Huaizhou, Huaizhou."