The scumbag Bai Yueguang and I are HE

Facing Master Cen's questioning, the servant did not dare to speak falsely about Cen Yao.

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

Master Cen was puzzled, and asked with a downcast face, "Why did the thief hurt the young master?"

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

Before the boy could finish speaking, Master Cen interrupted him with a gloomy expression: "You mean that actor?"

The boy didn't dare to respond.

It's an actor.

But now he is in the fourth master's play.

How can it be the same?

Master Cen didn't notice the boy's strange expression, so he immediately sent someone to work in Qian's house, and then told the people around him: "Go to the Lin mansion to invite fourth master, and just say that something happened to his elder brother. We are all a family." , his elder brother was injured, it hurt his face! Please come back immediately!"

The little servant was so suffocated that he wished he could tell Master Cen the ins and outs immediately.

But he dared not.

So he could only watch Master Cen send the two groups of people out.

Mr. Cen's men were in vain in the Qian's class, their faces were the same as those sent by Cen Qingyuan back then, they were so angry that they turned their faces and wanted to smash the Qian's class' stage.

The class leader panicked, before he could move Cen Yao out, the first few guests had already shouted.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"How dare you act wild without seeing where this is?" A guest said in a cold voice, had already stood up, and walked towards the Cen's thugs first.

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

"Oh, why don't you know what this place is? Isn't this a place where the lower class raises whores? Is this called Saye? I'm here to arrest people!" The leader of the thugs sneered.

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

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

It was only then that the thugs of the Cen family realized that something was wrong, they glanced at each other hastily, and hurriedly asked, "May I ask your Excellency?"

"Your grandfather, my name is Chang Sheng!"

The thugs were dumbfounded.

Ever win?

Isn't that the leader of the famous Rose nightclub in Haicheng?

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

But he has his own luxurious nightclub and doesn't want to go, what is he doing in such a small place?

While he was in a daze, Chang Sheng had already picked up the tea bowl in his hand and put it on the face of the lead thug.

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

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

"You said that the fourth master would come here to listen to the opera, if you dare to fool me..."

"No, no, no. Just wait."

Only then did Chang Sheng sit back.

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

In fact, it is more than just constant victory?

If that thug is not sensible, he will find that Mr. Chen's brother-in-law and the second leader of the Xingyi gang are sitting here... all of them are thugs, let alone clean his mouth. His brain was pulled out and washed.

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

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

The ones who were able to enter the Lin Mansion and pay respects to Cen Yao openly and aboveboard were mostly people on the White Road, and they all had status.

And those underworld figures who want to see Cen Yao can only try their luck in the theater troupe.

The Qian family class became famous all of a sudden.

But he said that after the thugs went back, their faces were pale and bloody, which really shocked Master Cen.

Master Cen's face darkened: "You said that person named himself Chang Sheng?" Master Cen sneered and said, "That little actor has really climbed to the top! No wonder he is so ruthless towards Qing Yuan. But Chang Sheng is a black man, he What else can I ask for?"

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

Before he finished speaking, the person sent to the Lin mansion also came back, and said embarrassingly: "Master, those soldiers won't let us go in to see Fourth Master..."

Master Cen's complexion turned pale and white, and he was embarrassed.

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

Master Cen wanted to scold Nizi, but he didn't dare to curse.

"Forget it, when Qing Yuan recovers, we will go to his door together!"

Master Cen bluffed and let it go, but he didn't dare to trouble Chang Sheng just like that.

After entering the Lin mansion... hum.

Whatever wins and loses, they all have to kneel in front of his Cen's house and beg for mercy!

This little button woke up after a nap, and found that there were wooden stakes in the garden of the Lin mansion. When he went downstairs, he found a costume with long water sleeves on the sofa.

Cen Yao put down the telegram in his hand, looked up and said calmly: "If you want to practice, you can practice here."

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

"not going."

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

"You go and try first."

"Oh."

Little Button then moved out.

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

Before Little Button could speak, the bird raised its throat.

Xiao Kou'er's eyes widened, he was quite surprised, and hurriedly started to hang his throat.

The Lin Mansion was huge, and for a while he could only hear his own voice in the garden. He took a deep breath, and it was the fragrance of soil mixed with a little flowers and plants.

Indescribably relaxed and happy.

This is exactly the exercise paradise that only appeared in his childhood dreams!

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

The adjutant heard a sound in the room, and couldn't help wondering: "This young master Kouer has already followed you, why are you still thinking about practicing kung fu?"

"he likes."

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

Ten years of performance in opera alone is enough to make people drink a pot!What's more, I'm tired on stage.

And he lives on the rewards of others. If there is no young commander, he doesn't know how many times he will be bullied every day.

Cen Yao's gaze fell on the young man through the glass window, and he said calmly, "That's the skill he has relied on to survive since he was a child." If he is deprived of this skill, the young man will feel uneasy.

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

Cen Yao took it.

It was a long list, which recorded more than half 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 appearance, and you can go through it first..."

Cen Yao opened the post.

"It is hereby scheduled to be at the Lin Mansion on December [-]th..."

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

The adjutant was startled, then recovered, nodded and said: "Yes."

In a blink of an eye, it was December tenth.

Xiao Kouer went to the troupe twice in the middle, and stayed in the Lin mansion most of the time.

Listening to Cen Yao's bedtime stories, my ears are almost calloused.If he wasn't so poor, he would have spent money to hire a storyteller to teach Fourth Master Cen!

Probably because Cen Yao always told him stories, Xiao Kouer remembered December [-]th, his birthday, in his mind early on, and the memory was so clear that he couldn't even shake it off.

In the past, he couldn't remember these things, because the theater troupe was too busy, he would get up every day, concentrate on practicing first, then go on stage to sing, and occasionally meet Cen Qingyuan when he got off the stage... It was like this every day, going round and round, without any other novelty.

Who still has a birthday?

What is there to do?

Xiao Kou'er thought about it, but still couldn't help but sneak a look at Cen Yao's study.

The man said he liked him.

Also marry him.

Will the man give him a birthday?

Xiao Kou'er went downstairs to practice for a while as usual, and after a while Cen Yao also came down.

"Today I will teach you something else." Cen Yao said.

"what?"

Cen Yao took him to the school grounds and asked someone to fetch the gun.

Xiao Kou'er practiced the gun like this for a day, and finally his hands and legs were weak, 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 Kouer barely raised his eyelids and asked in a low voice.

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

Xiao Kouer woke up suddenly, 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 many guests downstairs, all of whom seemed to be of good background.He didn't find it strange either.Anyway, I have met with Cen Yao before.

Soon.

Master Cen and Cen Qingyuan's car also arrived.

They also received the post.

Master Cen was very happy, after all he wanted to enter the door many times before but couldn't.Now that Cen Yao took the initiative to send the post, what does that mean?Doesn't that mean that the relationship between father and son can be reconciled!

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

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

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

...that would remind him all the time that he was green from head to toe!

This room, Mr. Cen and his son entered the door, and bumped into many dignitaries on the way.

These people recognized Master Cen's identity, and quickly greeted him warmly, Master Cen immediately smiled.But Cen Qingyuan quietly clenched his fists, and just looked around for Cen Yao.

no……

Cen Qingyuan's eyes froze.

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

The young man is wearing a satin gown, dressed in a luxurious way, who is talking to him?That's the head of the police department!Turning around again, it was from the Department 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 without any haste, pursed his lips and smiled lightly, looking well-behaved, even a little calm.

How could Cen Qingyuan accept such a scene?

He gritted his teeth, couldn't hold back anymore, and quickly walked in front of Xiaokou'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 still not good, and it's a bit inconvenient to walk at the moment.It looked a little desolate and pitiful.

Little Kouer put on a tiger face and asked, "What do you want to say?"

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

Little Button was startled.

Cen Yao?

Cen Qingyuan likes Cen Yao?

Xiao Kou'er's chest choked, his eyes turned red, and he clutched the hem of his clothes, but he was the first to touch the gun that Cen Yao had put in his pocket in the morning.