Chapter 142 Growing Strawberries
After returning home, the young master's mood gradually improved after Cong Chun gave him a kiss.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao suddenly noticed that there seemed to be an extra thing in the room.
It's the strawberry plant in the pot on the balcony.
The young master was suspicious and felt that something was wrong.
The next second, seeing Duan Mingxiao's questioning look, Cong Chun frankly admitted that he had given the strawberry pot to a friend to grow for a while.
Duan Mingxiao frowned, a high alert sounding in his mind, his face looking rather sour.
He saw Cong Chun passing by with a watering can. The young master raised his hand, his long, strong fingers hooking the hood of Cong Chun's sweatshirt and pulling him over.
Duan Mingxiao pursed his lips, remaining silent for a moment, then stared intently at the strawberry bowl.
Cong Chun was lured over and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Young Master? What happened to him now?
Young master, would you like some strawberries?
No one knew that the young master had secretly made up his mind.
[Sending a pot of strawberries is nothing; this young master will send Chun Chun an entire orchard.]
Cong Chun was about to tell the other party that they didn't need to send their orchard.
[And what's more, this young master can also leave hickeys on the neck of idiots.]
The next second, the young master decisively lowered his head, turned his face to the side to reveal the sharp and smooth jawline of the boy, and bit Cong Chun's neck. It seemed to be with a hint of revenge, and the boy deliberately left an ambiguous and obvious red mark.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao tilted his head, his dark hair falling naturally, obscuring his deep and arrogant eyebrows and eyes, his tone rising slightly, carrying a hint of allure.
"Baochun, you should plant a strawberry for me too."
Later, Cong Chun didn't kiss Duan Mingxiao, but instead actually planted a strawberry plant for him.
Before they knew it, the day to go to the airport arrived. It was a rare sunny day with clear skies. The young master followed Cong Chun like an old woman, chattering on and on.
She was even afraid that the boys wouldn't dress themselves when it was cold, or wouldn't run home by themselves when it rained.
Cong Chun has changed a lot since then. His clothes are now all matched by Young Master Duan, who claims that Young Master Duan wore them once and then gave them all to Cong Chun to wear.
Then, the bedroom wardrobe was filled with clothes that Duan Mingxiao had given to Cong Chun, but the young master's own clothes had all been piled up in the corner of the wardrobe.
Duan Mingxiao naturally assumed that his wife should wear the best clothes and eat the best food.
He wanted to fatten Cong Chun up, but Cong Chun just wouldn't gain weight, and nothing he fed him helped.
Young Master Duan doesn't care about fashion. He can just grab two pieces from his wardrobe and put them on, and he looks like a male model walking the runway.
The young master prided himself on his exceptional taste, dressing Cong Chun in different outfits every day, and the combinations always looked quite stylish.
Cong Chun's limbs were no longer as thin as before, and he seemed to have really grown taller. The clothes he was wearing were made of a very good material that didn't irritate his skin.
Cong Chun also used his bonus to buy a lot of daily necessities for his grandmother and sent them back. There were cotton pajamas, cotton slippers, a windproof hat, and some food. It was a big box, and the express delivery fee alone was quite expensive.
Duan Mingxiao has been feeling gratified and accomplished since last night.
Now that his own son is going abroad and communicating with foreigners, he feels incredibly proud and boasts to everyone around him, much to Ji Ruhui's dismay.
His wife, Duan Mingxiao's wife, is truly remarkable, just as outstanding as he is.
The next day, Duan Mingxiao drove Cong Chun to the airport early in the morning.
Inside the waiting room, the young master raised his hand and touched Cong Chun's soft hair.
Cong Chun turned to look at him; the boy was holding a cup of hot soy milk.
Cong Chun stared at the hot soy milk in his hand; he couldn't drink any more.
However, it seems I can't take it on the plane, and it would be a waste to just lose it like that.
Duan Mingxiao seemed to have noticed the boy's "predicament." In a few quick movements, he took the soy milk from Cong Chun's hand, and with a gulp, he directly sucked the soy milk bag flat using the straw that Cong Chun had just drunk from.
Then, Duan Mingxiao, holding the shrunken soy milk bag in his slender fingers, smiled at the boy in front of him.
"Isn't this young master amazing?"
[Silly Chun, why don't you hurry up and praise me?]
Cong Chun pursed his lower lip. Why did the young master drink it all for him? He suddenly wanted some more.
Then, like a little robot, the boy stammered out two words.
The young master was quite pleased with himself.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao waited with the person in the waiting room for a while, and then the boarding announcement came out outside.
[If the world championships weren't starting next month...]
The young master still wants to go to France with Chun Chun.
The outside world is dazzling and tempting, but this naive and innocent Chun Chun needs my personal protection.
The boy was wearing a black sports jacket with a structured fit.
Duan Mingxiao leaned down, bringing his gaze to the same level as Cong Chun's.
"You must think of me every day and never forget me!"
Cong Chun nodded.
He indicated that he would remember.
I took a nap on the plane.
Before I knew it, I had landed in country F. As soon as I got off the plane, the person in charge of the country F construction company came to pick me up.
A beautiful Chinese face is enough to attract everyone's attention.
Cong Chun stood in the crowd without any stage fright; the boy appeared to be eloquent, confident, and assertive.
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