Chapter 140 Your son is the real lover
Inside the Longji Racing Training Ground in Liujin, the roar of racing cars can still be faintly heard from outside. In this bleak season, the atmosphere here is fiery and intense, almost as if it will lift the sky.
As soon as the young master finished his racing training, the staff immediately came forward.
"Young Master Duan, someone is looking for you outside."
A hint of impatience flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes. He smoothed the stray hairs from his forehead, revealing a smooth, full forehead. The boy frowned, his face somewhat gloomy, and he exuded a low-pressure aura.
The young master has been in a bad mood lately because of Cong Chun's matter.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao looked up at the person who had just arrived.
The boy's eyes widened in surprise. How could it be his mother?
Yun Lanshuang's gaze fell on Duan Mingxiao, and she saw that her son's face was covered in sweat.
"Can't I just come to see you?"
Duan Mingxiao nodded and responded.
"Okay, feel free to take a look around."
The two arrived at Duan Mingxiao's private lounge, where the young master Duan had quite a lot of things.
Some unused training equipment was cleaned and placed here. There were also many gifts from the competition sponsors, which the young master was too lazy to take back, so they were all piled up here. The rest room was relatively clean and tidy.
Immediately afterwards, Yun Lan looked at him with her beautiful eyes, her tone somewhat calm.
"When are you going to prepare for the competition?"
Duan Mingxiao twisted open the bottle cap and swallowed a mouthful of water.
"Early next month."
Yun Lan nodded, and then the mother and son fell silent, creating a slightly awkward atmosphere.
Immediately afterwards, Yun Lanshuang saw Duan Mingxiao holding his phone, seemingly unsure of who to message. The woman tentatively spoke up.
"What, aren't you going to tell Mom about your roommate?"
Duan Mingxiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, then spoke casually.
"Mom, what's wrong? Aren't you busy today?"
Yun Lan Shuang gave an awkward laugh.
"Can't I even care about you?"
Duan Mingxiao curled his lip. "If you care about your son, you shouldn't have eaten his food last time."
The Crown Prince's tone revealed a hint of impatience.
"Auntie, when did you become so gossipy?"
Auntie? This brat actually called her auntie? Yun Lanshuang was furious when she heard this and slapped Duan Mingxiao across the face.
With a crisp sound, accompanied by the woman's furious voice, Yun Lan Shuang seemed to have made up her mind about something, and her words were relentless.
“Our Duan family doesn’t have the custom of keeping mistresses. What’s the meaning of letting someone live in your house without any explanation?”
"Don't learn any of that rubbish, go and keep a mistress in a golden house."
Duan Mingxiao felt the stinging pain on his cheek and almost laughed in anger.
"Mom, it's because he won't give your son a proper status."
"I am the one being kept as a mistress."
Are you satisfied now?
Yun Lanshuang was stunned for a moment, then the woman's pupils suddenly dilated, followed by a cheerful laugh.
"Good luck!"
Unexpectedly, Yunlan Shuang, who had been a trendsetter her whole life, now had her son following suit and was preparing to bring her a male wife.
As for how she knew, please, Yun Lan Shuang isn't blind.
Her son's eyes were practically glued to that child, and he even shamelessly stared at other people's mouths. She was so embarrassed to hear it from others.
With such severe mysophobia, she still slept in the same room as someone else. If that person hadn't been unable to conceive, she'd probably be holding her grandchild by now.
I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.
In fact, at first, Yunlan Shuang found it a little hard to accept.
However, she knew Duan Mingxiao's temperament very well.
She and Lao Duan were probably born to pay off Duan Mingxiao's debts.
This child is very opinionated; she has never listened to her since she was little.
From the moment they were able to resist, they have been constantly resisting.
She had just returned from a medical check-up a while ago. It's probably because she's been too busy with work and is getting older; she's developed a few nodules.
Yun Lanshuang was too lazy to care about him anymore; she couldn't control him at all.
She herself was too lazy to get angry; Yun Lan Shuang hadn't lived enough yet.
As for the child's father, that brat handled it all himself.
She had originally intended to help him, but Duan Mingxiao unexpectedly called her "auntie"!
Nighttime, on the large bed in the bedroom.
Cong Chun blinked slightly, then looked at Duan Mingxiao beside him without saying a word.
Cong Chun is leaving tomorrow morning, flying to country F.
During this period, with Duan Mingxiao's help, he practiced French conversations several times.
He's not as nervous as before, and basic French conversation is no problem for Cong Chun.
He spoke softly to Duan Mingxiao, who was standing beside him.
"Young Master, I have a secret to tell you."
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow as he looked at him, a hint of interest in the boy's long, dark eyes.
[This fool actually has a secret to tell me, it seems I must be the person he trusts most now.]
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun waved to him as if he were a puppy.
The young master proudly brought the "dog ears" close to Cong Chun's side.
[This young master wants to see what secret Chun has to tell me.]
Immediately afterward, Cong Chun whispered a few words in his ear. A moment later, Duan Mingxiao immediately raised his hand and covered Cong Chun's lips, preventing him from continuing.
Cong Chun looked at him with her eyes crinkled, and although her mouth was covered, she was clearly smiling.
The young master suppressed his anger.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao raised his hand and pulled Cong Chun into his arms, tugging at Cong Chun's ear with a little force, his tone conveying warning and threat.
"Stupid Chun, listen to me clearly."
"You dare to tell others about something like this?"
"You're so bold, aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone? Just forget about this later."
[That idiot Chun, from now on I'll do these bad things for him. I love doing bad things.]
Cong Chun's drooping dog eyes were fixed on Duan Mingxiao.
"I only told the young master about this."
"Because I trust the young master."
Duan Mingxiao didn't say anything, but just stared at him, his eyes revealing obvious heartache.
Then the boy in front of me spoke again.
"Young master, let's make a pinky promise."
Promise me you won't tell anyone.
The moment your little fingers are hooked together, your heartbeats synchronize.
(Don't blame yourself, Duan Mingxiao, you've already done enough.)
(I will look forward; it's a ticket to the future.)
Cong Chun has already obtained it through his own abilities.
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