Chapter 122 Baochun Goes to the Market
The next day, the young master slowly opened his eyes as the sunlight outside the window stung him.
Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyes and saw a fluffy head in his arms.
The boy took the opportunity to secretly rub him a few times, and Cong Chun unconsciously groaned a few times. Then he was woken up by Duan Mingxiao.
Cong Chun looked up at Duan Mingxiao with a slightly dazed expression, her tone still a bit indistinct, as if she had just woken up and her brain hadn't quite kicked in yet.
The boy was wearing light blue pajamas, the loose neckline slightly open, revealing his delicate and beautiful collarbone.
"Young Master, what are you doing here?"
Duan Mingxiao looked down at him, and the boy suddenly curled his lips into a smile, revealing a hint of malice in his eyes.
The next second, Cong Chun suddenly widened his eyes, realized what Duan Mingxiao was doing, and instantly sobered up.
The young master lifted Cong Chun's shirt from below and then buried his entire head inside.
Immediately afterward, Cong Chun noticed her suddenly "bulging" lower abdomen and hadn't even realized what was happening.
Immediately afterwards, a sticky, slightly painful sensation came over him as Duan Mingxiao bit Cong Chun's waist and abdomen.
If you lift up her clothes, you'll definitely see the bright teeth marks on her fair skin, like a personal mark left behind.
Cong Chun stared at the young master's head buried under his clothes, slightly stunned. The young master now seemed like his own baby.
However, a slight pain brought Cong Chun back to her senses.
Cong Chun was very angry.
He raised his hand and slapped Duan Mingxiao hard on the back.
"Young Master, come out quickly."
"Don't bite me."
Duan Mingxiao peeked out, his palm resting on the boy's side. He tilted his head, squinted, and his dark, narrow eyes fell on Cong Chun, a hint of lingering interest in her.
The deep male voice was somewhat hoarse, with a drawn-out ending.
I want to kiss you.
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Mingxiao bent down, only to be bitten back by Cong Chun.
I hate you.
Cong Chun stubbornly and indignantly said that he just felt very ashamed and a little embarrassed. He didn't like it and it would tear his pajamas.
Duan Mingxiao chuckled softly.
"You still won't admit you're a little rascal."
"All you do is hate me all day long."
The young master is completely unreasonable.
Cong Chun was very angry, and the consequences were severe.
The boy clenched his fist, then swung it without hesitation, punching the young master in the chin.
"Don't bother me, get up."
Duan Mingxiao felt the pain in his chin, but forced himself to remain calm.
Damn, Chun really didn't hold back.
Hehe, just kidding, don't bother me~
Cong Chun glared at him, emphasizing each word clearly.
"Young Master, I don't want to talk to you anymore."
"Don't talk to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy grabbed the blanket, turned his back, and left only the young master with his round back of his head.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao shamelessly lay down next to Cong Chun and reached out to pull her into his arms.
"Baochun, are you really angry?"
"Young Master, please don't call me Baochun. That's what Grandma calls me."
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow, his tone revealing a hint of pleasure.
"Didn't you say I look like my grandma?"
"Then of course I can call you Baochun."
[You idiot, keep getting angry, or you'll turn yourself into a boiling kettle.]
Cong Chun pondered for a moment, and realized that he did indeed say such a thing. He could only obediently nod and reluctantly say it.
After washing up in the morning, the two of them had breakfast: egg pancakes, corn, and millet porridge made by Grandma in a big iron pot, which smelled delicious from the stove.
Today happens to be market day.
The family was short of fertilizer, and Cong Chun needed to go to the agricultural supply store in town, as did Duan Mingxiao.
The young master said he was afraid to stay at home alone, so Cong Chun had no choice but to take him to town.
Duan Mingxiao didn't drive when he went to the market with Cong Chun, but he drove a Hummer to visit Cong Chun this time.
Along the way, the main road in the village gradually became lively, filled with people heading to the market.
The two walked slowly, at the very back of the group. Actually, Cong Chun walked very fast and could leave everyone far behind, but the young master always wanted to play games with him.
Otherwise, the young master would be curious about everything, and he would pick up a dandelion from the roadside and blow it on Cong Chun.
Cong Chun's head was covered in fuzzy dandelion seeds, but the boy was completely unaware.
We walked for almost an hour and a half, and the noisy atmosphere along the way made it less boring.
However, some people noticed that two unfamiliar people had come to the village.
Before long, someone recognized Cong Chun, but did not recognize Duan Mingxiao.
We arrived at the agricultural supply store in town.
Cong Chun discovered that the fertilizer he often used to water his vegetables had been discontinued.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Cong Chun's eyes.
Duan Mingxiao noticed Cong Chun's disappointed look and asked him what was wrong.
Cong Chun simply explained.
“A fertilizer that we used to use at home is no longer on the shelf. The shop owner told me that this fertilizer has been discontinued.”
Cong Chun only buys this one type of fertilizer. His grandfather told him that this fertilizer is of good quality and low price, and that when it falls into the ground, it can help crops grow taller and stronger.
Duan Mingxiao stood behind Cong Chun, a dark glint flashing in the boy's eyes.
The young master softened his tone and said something almost inaudibly.
"Maybe in a few days someone will come to the boss and want to order a large batch of fertilizer."
"The boss has resumed production."
Although Cong Chun knew the chances were slim, he still hoped that such a person would appear.
The young master followed behind Cong Chun, but took the opportunity to take out his phone and send a message.
Because of Duan Mingxiao's arrival.
Grandma specifically told Cong Chun to buy some things in town this morning, especially snacks that young people like to eat.
Cong Chun specially took the tall and strong Duan Mingxiao to buy some snacks at the stall. The snacks here were not as fancy as those sold in the large supermarkets in Jinghai.
Even some old-fashioned snacks were placed in cardboard boxes and placed under red awnings on both sides of the road for shade.
Cong Chun figured the young master probably didn't like these things, so he bought some bananas and peaches.
Moreover, the two are good-looking, and even though they wear very simple clothes, people can't help but stare at them.
Two handsome young men suddenly appeared in the small town, and the aunt at the fruit stand praised their appearance.
Cong Chun was a little embarrassed, as no one here complimented his good looks, but Duan Mingxiao, standing to the side, readily accepted it.
After all, Duan Mingxiao didn't intentionally grow up to be this handsome; being handsome is just his least noteworthy advantage.
A moment later, the eldest son, carrying red plastic bags in both hands, followed behind Cong Chun, and the two went home together.
Along the way, Cong Chun heard the young master cursing again.
One minute he was cursing mosquitoes, the next he was cursing the red plastic bag for being ugly. Cong Chun, walking ahead, heard everything and thought to himself, "Young Master is really too childish sometimes."
They're even more childish than kindergarten kids.
In the afternoon, Cong Chun helped his grandmother cut sweet potato vines.
Duan Mingxiao ran outside the fence to check on the chickens and ducks.
Just then, the sound of a motorcycle suddenly came from the doorway.
Chen Weisheng saw a low-key, all-black Hummer parked in front of the Cong family's small tiled house.
Chen Weisheng narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in them.
Could they be sent by higher-ups to help alleviate poverty?
Immediately afterwards, he shouted into the house at the top of his lungs.
A moment later, the Cong family's door was opened.
It was another completely unfamiliar face, with sharp and deep features, like a big star on TV.
She was taller than him.
Chen Weisheng was stunned.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao frowned, looked down at him, and spoke with a hint of disdain and rudeness.
Who are you?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
