Chapter 155 Forced Confession
Do not arbitrarily interfere in other people's cause and effect.
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment. Before this, he had come to find the person in charge, Zhao Wenzhao, because he did have the idea of helping the little girl.
Cong Chun raised his droopy dog-like eyes and looked at Duan Mingxiao in front of him. The boy's lips moved a few times.
"Teacher Xu founded Xuezhou."
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun stepped forward and squeezed the young master's hand. When he was little, his grandmother liked to squeeze his little hands, as a way of expressing affection or comfort.
Every time Cong Chun felt the rough calluses on his grandmother's fingertips, the rough texture of the old elm tree, he felt an unparalleled sense of security.
Right now, he wants to appease Duan Mingxiao.
Cong Chun instinctively wanted to comfort the young master in front of him, hoping that those unpleasant things wouldn't occupy too deep a place in the young master's memory.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao raised his hand. The boy's slender fingers were a little cool. He rubbed Cong Chun's ear as if he were pinching a blade of grass.
Are you trying to comfort me?
The soft, dark hair concealed the emotions in Cong Chun's eyes, and the boy nodded earnestly.
Cong Chun spoke softly, his droopy dog eyes bright, like a gentle breeze.
I don't want you to be sad.
I'm not sad anymore.
[Don't you know who I am? My heart isn't that fragile.]
[I took the smartwatch back and smashed it. I even hired a few people to dress up as ghosts to scare that mentally challenged couple.]
The couple were wailing and howling like ghosts; they were horribly ugly.
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow, his narrow eyes looking meaningfully at Cong Chun, his tone drawn out and slightly raised.
"You care that much about my feelings?"
Cong Chun nodded again without hesitation.
Nodding was almost an unconscious action for him; when he agreed with something, Cong Chun would always be the first to nod.
Because Cong Chun started speaking later than others when he was a child, he could often only shake his head or nod when asked questions.
Then the young master tilted his head, a hint of indulgence in his eyes.
"I know you want to help her."
"However, I don't want you to go through the same thing I did."
"This matter isn't urgent. Let's go back and discuss it properly together."
[This idiot is so kind; luckily she met me, otherwise she would definitely have been tricked away.]
Cong Chun nodded in agreement, swaying a few times in the wind like a small grass seedling growing in the soil.
He knew that the young master was the best person in the world.
However, Cong Chun thought that he should also work hard to become an outstanding person like the young master.
Only by continuously improving our abilities can we gain more influence and protect the kindness of all people in this world.
Cong Chun's gaze fell on the photo on the bulletin board.
He wanted to protect Duan Mingxiao.
In the bedroom at night.
Feeling the burning heat on her waist and abdomen, Cong Chun looked up and glanced at the young master.
Duan Mingxiao placed his palm on Cong Chun's abdomen, leaned down, and whispered in Cong Chun's ear.
"Baochun, it's so thin here."
Cong Chun rested his head on the soft, comfortable pillow. He looked down and saw the young master pressing his head against his chest, a faint smile playing on the boy's lips.
"Because I eat less at night."
Duan Mingxiao immediately pinched Cong Chun's cheek.
"No dieting allowed."
[I finally managed to fatten up Chun a little bit.]
Cong Chun nodded.
Duan Mingxiao felt somewhat helpless upon seeing this.
"You like nodding so much?"
Cong Chun explained earnestly.
"I'm used to it."
"Young master, move your head away... you're heavy."
The young master pouted, a hint of displeasure in his eyes, but he still looked away.
"Since you agree with everything I say, does that mean you'll agree with whatever I say?"
Cong Chun felt a slight itch on her cheek. The boy pulled his hand out from under the sheet and scratched his cheek.
"I need to see how things go."
Young master, don't try to fool him.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao spoke with a slightly aggrieved tone, like a wronged wife.
"Then you just have to agree with what I'm about to say."
Nod.
Cong Chun pondered for a moment, then looked at Duan Mingxiao's handsome face with a "sorrowful" expression, as if he would be a heartless man if he didn't agree.
Cong Chun actually had a vague idea of what the young master was going to say.
The next second, Cong Chun replied, "Okay."
Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Duan Mingxiao pulled Cong Chun to sit up.
She leaned against the boy's back, the young master's hot chest pressed against Cong Chun's back, and Duan Mingxiao held her tightly.
The next second, Cong Chun heard a deep, magnetic voice coming from behind him.
"Would you like to be my wife?"
Cong Chun looked somewhat uneasy, his gaze falling on the bed sheet beside him, but deep down he felt happy, as if a sparrow was fluttering its wings joyfully inside him.
Although it was pretty much what I had guessed, the young master's language was more direct.
The young master likes him.
He also likes the young master.
If you like someone, you should be together.
Just as Cong Chun was about to nod.
Before the boy could react, a strong, large hand covered the back of Cong Chun's head.
Cong Chun nodded twice under his force.
Cong Chun looked completely bewildered and hadn't reacted yet.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun heard Duan Mingxiao's smug voice coming from behind him.
"You've agreed! Once you've agreed, you can't go back on your word."
[I knew no one could resist my confession.]
So Cong Chun turned his head and decisively raised his hand.
The next day, a young master went to the racing training ground with a light red handprint on his cheek.
However, Duan Mingxiao showed no annoyance. In addition to being a professional race car driver, he now had a new identity.
That was Cong Chun's boyfriend.
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