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Cen Yun's room is neat and tidy, except for the couch on one side, the other walls are full of bookshelves, collections of scriptures and histories, picture albums and sound scores, there are countless.

After Lin Che changed her clothes, she walked to the door, raised and lowered the hand covering the door, put it down and raised it again.

After dawdling like this for a long time, I didn't open the door and go out.

Just now Cen Yun asked him to pick out clothes that are pleasing to the eye and change into them. Lin Che was afraid that people would recognize him as wearing Cen Yun's clothes, so he specially chose a light-colored, ordinary style. The material is comfortable, and the patterns and patterns are not eye-catching.

It's just...he was wearing Cen Yun's clothes for the first time, and he was so nervous just now that he almost put them on backwards. If he went out in this way, if his brain got hot and he fell or hit something, he wouldn't let Cen Yun laugh at him...

No.

Take a deep breath and calm down.

Isn't it just a piece of clothing? ?

What's wrong with brothers changing clothes?It's not a girl's house, why are you so shy? ?

"Brother Lin, but the clothes don't fit you?" Cen Yun, who was waiting outside, hurriedly urged.

Lin Che was startled by the sudden voice, and coughed dryly: "No, it fits very well."

After finishing speaking, Cen Yun saw Lin Che coming out of the room.

The juvenile has black hair and hosta, red lips and white teeth, and drooping eyebrows.

I just don't know why, but I always seem a little afraid to look at him?

Could it be that he went too far this time?

Cen Yun frowned slightly.

Tsk, just put on clothes and look like this, then after abducting people home, why not feel ashamed and angry?

Lin Che faintly felt that Cen Yun was looking at him all the time, and after holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't hold back and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Cen?"

Cen Yun shook his head, raised his hand, and adjusted Lin Che's collar casually: "The clothes seem to be a bit too big, young master Lin, I will wrong you first this time."

Lin Che looked down at his collar: "Brother Cen, you already told me not to call me a son."

"Hey, everyone else can call me, why can't I alone?" Cen Yun teased him: "Speaking of which, if the magistrate knows that I let his old man's precious young man wear coarse clothes, why don't you reward me? "

Lin Che was a little unhappy: "Brother Cen, you..."

"Okay, okay." Cen Yun accepted it as soon as he saw it, as if coaxing a child: "Brother Lin Xian, is it alright?"

Lin Che grudgingly hummed, straightened her clothes, and walked towards the orchid room.

Cen Yun followed behind unhurriedly, staring at Lin Che's back leisurely.

His clothes were still a bit too big for Lin Che. Lin Che probably was afraid that he would find out, so he rolled up the cuffs a little bit, exposing his white wrists, which looked cleaner under the spring sun after the rain.

At this time, the little book boy ran out of the bookcase with the book basket on his back, bent over and supported his knees, and panted, "Sir, the pen and ink for the inscription are ready, can we go?"

Cen Yun touched the back of the little bookboy's head, and replied casually: "Well, let's go."

The little book boy followed Cen Yun excitedly, raised his head, and said in a crisp voice, "Mr. Sir! Is there any fun at the spring banquet?"

"It's fun, you'll know when you go."

After finishing speaking, Cen Yun suppressed his smile, and lazily pushed open the door of Lanshi.

If it wasn't for the young master of the Lin family, he wouldn't be bothered to go to any boring spring banquet.