Chapter 134 Foolish Spring's Favoritism!
In Beijing and Shanghai, where land is incredibly valuable, villas in Luoshan represent the pinnacle of luxury residences.
Beneath the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, an unobstructed view of the natural beauty unfolds. The air is slightly cool and carries a hint of desolation, with a touch of autumn chill that makes one shiver involuntarily.
However, the indoor temperature was not low.
Lu Tinglan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The man was wearing a dark-colored loungewear, his skin was pale with a hint of illness, and his features were gentle and beautiful. He was sitting on a soft white wool carpet, which was quite expensive.
On a single sofa, a burly man is holding a petite boy in his arms.
The boy was of mixed race, with a pure and innocent appearance. His beautiful eyes were unusually slightly drooping, and upon closer inspection, they bore a resemblance to that person, but their temperaments were completely different.
A hint of gloom flashed across Lu Tinglan's brows.
For some reason, the man suddenly felt bored today, and the chattering of people seemed noisy to him.
Lu Tinglan lowered her unfathomable eyes, which were like a bottomless ancient well, exuding a strong sense of oppression. The man spoke coldly, sparing with his words, unwilling to give her a second glance or utter a single unnecessary word.
That's all.
Crying sounds suddenly came from the ground.
The boy's voice sounded like a kitten's meow, pitiful, but it couldn't change Lu Tinglan's mind.
This movie date, which Luo Qing had envisioned as a sweet and wonderful time with Cong Chun, was completely ruined by the pretentious Duan Zhuangwang in front of her.
Luo Qing suppressed his anger, wanting to maintain a good image in front of Cong Chun; he was not as vulgar as Duan Zhuangwang.
Couldn't this young master read more books and become more cultured?
Cong Chun sat between the two, and the boy inexplicably felt a powerful pressure.
Cong Chun was truly in a dilemma, but he wasn't afraid that his young master would suffer a loss.
After all, Duan Mingxiao was first-rate at biting Cong Chun's lips, and the young master was also quite skilled at cursing.
Twenty-four hours a day, one thousand four hundred and forty minutes, Duan Mingxiao's cursing sentences are never the same, like sharp knives that can always pierce people's hearts.
Cong Chun should be most worried about whether Luo Luo will be scolded to tears.
He now acts like a parent worried about their child causing trouble at kindergarten.
I hope the young master will cause me less trouble.
Cong Chun turned his head, his slightly drooping dog-like eyes shining brightly in the dim light. The boy spoke, his words righteous and stern to Duan Mingxiao.
"Young master, please don't bully my friend."
"You should keep quiet while watching a movie, otherwise you will disturb others."
Cong Chun was unaware that Luo Qing had booked the entire venue.
He treated the sudden appearance of the young master as a coincidence, thinking that perhaps Duan Mingxiao was also interested in the movie and thus they met by chance.
Cong Chun didn't think too much about it, but Jinghai City wasn't their small mountain village, so where did all these coincidences come from?
These coincidences were all deliberately orchestrated by a jealous man.
Cong Chun stared at Duan Mingxiao, observing the entire scene of a large-scale dog training session.
The young master pouted unconvinced.
[How could Chun Chun speak up for outsiders? That's blatant favoritism!]
[Foolish Spring is biased!]
Duan Mingxiao sat in his seat, his long, straight legs crossed, his eyes lowered.
The boy's tone was somewhat teasing.
"This movie theater is owned by me, so the rules are naturally set by me."
[You green tea b*tch, get out of here right now! Privateing the whole place is nothing, I can even make dumplings!]
Luo Qing, standing to the side, was surprised. She hadn't expected this to be a property of the Duan family. It seemed she would have to investigate it more thoroughly next time.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao, with a cold face and icy expression, stared intently at Luo Qing.
"Hey, why haven't you gone to a urology clinic yet?"
"You still have the leisure to sit here and watch a movie with my people."
"With your small frame, how can you bring happiness to someone else?"
Luo Qing was so angry that her face turned ashen. What do you mean by "small body"?
Everyone who sees Luo Qing's physique praises how well he's trained.
Unlike you, you arrogant brat, all you've got is a big body and no brains.
Luo Da Mingxing's good manners vanished; in front of Duan Mingxiao, almost no one could leave in a good mood.
"Hehe, Young Master Duan is overthinking it."
“My brother is happy to be with me. As for other things, I respect my brother’s choices.”
"I'm not so domineering, sharp-tongued, or unreasonable. My brother will definitely feel very comfortable with me."
Luo Qing's tone rose slightly, and the boy smiled at Cong Chun beside him, like a seductive fox, looking completely harmless.
The next second, Luo Qing looked at Duan Mingxiao defiantly.
A hint of provocation flickered in the boy's beautiful eyes.
Duan Mingxiao gave a helpless sneer. The most basic form of provocation: verbal attack?
Duan Mingxiao considers himself second to none, and no one in Jinghai dares to claim first place.
Duan Mingxiao spoke coldly, putting his arm around Cong Chun's arm. The young master's tone was somewhat sarcastic.
“Chun Chun, look at him.”
"Heh, why are you staring at me like that?"
"I've heard that when a pig raises its head, it means it's about to eat people."
"I'm so scared."
[You scheming green tea bitch, you can't beat me.]
Go back and train for a few more years!
Hehe, you'll see then that all those years of training were for nothing!
Duan Mingxiao raised his voice, his tone extremely sarcastic. The boy said he was scared, but the word "arrogant" was practically written all over his face.
Finally, Cong Chun was at his wit's end.
In Cong Chun's eyes, the young master was usually quite well-behaved.
The only time I feel like I'm being unreasonable is when I see myself getting too close to someone else.
Cong Chun didn't know why either.
Perhaps the young master doesn't like being ignored?
Cong Chun reflected on his own experience and thought about it carefully. If the young master talked to others but not to him, he would also feel a little disappointed.
He suddenly understood the young master a little better.
The three of them walked out of the movie theater with different thoughts.
Cong Chun didn't finish watching the movie properly because the two boys next to him wanted to eat popcorn.
Cong Chun could only feed them.
In the end, he got a little angry and ate it all himself.
When Luo Qing said goodbye, the boy held Cong Chun's hand tightly, his eyes filled with reluctance.
Cong Chun smiled and said a few words to him. Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side, almost attacked, but Cong Chun stopped him.
As soon as Luo Qing left, the young master loosened his grip and pulled out a tissue from his pocket to wipe Cong Chun's hands.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot."
"Don't let him hold your hand."
The young master was utterly despondent.
It seems I, this young master, must set some rules for this foolish boy.
Cong Chun blinked. What rules does the young master want to establish?
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