Mi Bao was three and a half years old, and was favored by the big bosses in the capital

At the same time, Anhe Town Huangfu.

Huang Zhuoyun had just finished washing, and was standing there with open arms, letting the servants dress him.

The little servant Mo Shu who used to serve close to him has been disqualified from being close to him. Now this is a newcomer, and he has been serving him for a long time.

This guy's name is Bai Yun, and he is only 15 years old. His facial features are very ordinary when taken apart, but when put together, he is extremely attractive. The more you look at it, the more you can see an indescribable charm. Still wearing some baby fat, Huang Zhuoyun looked at it, his eyes seemed to be on fire, and gradually became scorching hot.

Bai Yun lowered his head the whole time, but he still couldn't ignore the sight above his head. Feeling that the sight was getting stronger, his eyelashes couldn't help trembling a few times, and instinctively lowered his head even lower, for fear that the other party would see the fear in his eyes.

He was originally a sweeper in the front yard, but one day he fell into the eyes of the Second Young Master for no reason. He thought he had found a good master, but after serving these days, he already knew that something was wrong with the Second Young Master.

Bai Yun feels like a white sheep that has fallen into the tiger's mouth. He is still alive, but he is afraid every day.

Huang Zhuoyun suddenly stepped forward and moved closer to Baiyun.

Bai Yun was startled, and hurriedly fastened his hands to fasten his belt, and stepped back.

However, just one step back with his right leg, his chin was supported by a hand.

He was forced to raise his head, and met his narrow, cold eyes.

Those eyes were obviously not ugly, but the look in them made people feel as if they met the eyes of a poisonous snake.

Bai Yun's lips trembled twice uncontrollably, and the two hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists, and he tried not to push him away.

Huang Zhuo Yunming looked at Bai Yun's face, smiled and said, "It's pretty good, why did your face suddenly become so pale?"

His voice was soft, with concern in his words.

But Baiyun felt as if a gust of cold wind had blown into his ears, and the coldness had penetrated directly into his heart through his ears.

"My lord, my lord, I'm fine, I just caught a cold last night and my stomach hurts."

Bai Yun forced himself to calm down and found an excuse for himself.

Huang Zhuoyun suddenly said, "Oh, I've caught a cold. It seems that your room is not warm enough. Why don't you come to my room tonight? It must be warm here."

"No, no, no need, son, slave..."

"You are my servant, so you don't have to be polite to me." Huang Zhuoyun ignored Baiyun's refusal at all, with a bit of frivolity in his eyes, "Theoretically, there should be a maid in my room who stays on guard at night, but I never like it." Those delicate and soft women all refused. Thinking about it now, it is better to have a night watchman. Since you don't like maids, you should choose servant girls. Baiyun, this is your job."

Baiyun's face turned even paler when he heard the words "duties".

He really wanted to refuse, but facing Huang Zhuoyun's half-smile face, he didn't dare to utter a single word of rejection.

Huang Zhuoyun seemed to like his current reaction very much, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly stretched out his other hand to touch Baiyun's face.

Baiyun subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "My lord, Mo Shu was beaten."

Supplement 42