Chapter 1600 Except for Liyuan, There Is No Such Song [16]

Xuebai raised the lid of the pot casually with his long fingers, but his eyes still fell on the document in his hand, but the hand that lifted the lid picked up the pot of tea and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff it gently.

Seemingly seeing the young man's unrecognizable raised eyebrows, he put the teapot back, closed the lid, and poured a pot of hot tea from a white porcelain cup.

In the study room, the scent of incense that the old housekeeper had ordered for Jing Yan was still burning, and the thin smoke was exhaling smoke rings with a mellow fragrance.

The white porcelain cup rested on the bright red and thin lips, and after taking a sip, the tea moistened the lip color, like flower petals, very beautiful.

Suddenly, the door of the study room was slowly pushed open, and gently, the person who pushed the door seemed to be very scared, fearing that if he made a loud noise, he would offend the second master in the room.

Jing Yanxiu leaned lazily on the chair, raised his dark and indifferent eyes under his broken hair without emotion, and was still playing with the white porcelain cup just now with his fingertips.

When he saw the thing that came in, Second Master Jing narrowed his black eyes loosely, rubbed the cup with his snow-white long fingers, and the anxious voice of the old butler outside the door also came, "Oh, my ancestor! , this is impossible! Hey, Zu—”

The old butler's words were suddenly taken aback. The 'ancestor' he was talking about was baring his teeth and growling at him with a big mouth, which made the old butler break out in cold sweat.

"Come in." Came a faint voice from the room.

The old butler was taken aback, and was about to go in, but he didn't expect the 'ancestor' to go in by himself.

Immediately afterwards, a cold voice was heard, "Close the door."

The door was closed in a second, and the old butler could see that when the door was closed, the 'ancestor' was hanging behind his buttocks and wagging his big tail. He looked happy, and he was not as fierce as usual in the mansion.

The old housekeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, forget it... forget it... as long as the second master is not angry...

He woke up in a cold sweat and hurried away. When he left, he saw the adjutant who had come back from the work. The old housekeeper quickly stopped him, "Adjutant Su, are you going to find the second master?"

Adjutant Su stopped, feeling a little puzzled, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"The white wolf raised by the second master is in the room. Adjutant Su, are you sure you want to go at this time?" The old housekeeper asked worriedly.

This white wolf was met by the second master in the mountains when he was out. Later, when the second master went out to fight, he left the white wolf in the commander's mansion. Five years later, the second master is still the old second master, and the white wolf is still the old white wolf. Except for the second master, no one is afraid of him.

Hearing this, Adjutant Su paused, then shook his head, and said with a smile: "But isn't the second master in the room, what is the second master afraid of?"

At this moment in the study room, as the study door closed, the thing at the door gradually walked over.

Huge body, standing about as tall as two grown men. The thick pads of flesh stepped on the ground, making no sound at all. Its hair is soft and smooth, with black stripes on a white background, and its silver eyes are cold.

The tail drooping behind the buttocks swayed gently, and the white tiger came over obediently with its big head down and crawled at Jing Yanxiu's feet.

It raised its head, and carefully arched the man's hand that was casually hanging on the side with its big head.

The silver beast's eyes are bubbly, and the look of cautiously begging the owner to caress it, how can it have the ferocity of usually not allowing strangers to enter, and cannibalism when entering.

But who knows, as soon as its big head lifted up to touch Second Master Jing's fingertips, Second Master Jing frowned and raised his hand.

He coldly withdrew his fingertips and wiped them leisurely with the handkerchief.

Feeling disgusted, the white wolf lowered his head in aggrieved manner, and lay down on his feet.