Chapter 156 Little Treasure
Inside the Dragon Ridge Racing Training Ground, the barely perceptible drizzle, like transparent fishing lines, swayed in the cold wind, almost imperceptible to the eye.
The young master's face was cold and stern, and his long, sharp eyes swept over the crowd with an extremely oppressive aura, causing the gossipy glances around him to disappear.
Duan Mingxiao was wearing a black and silver racing training suit. He had a tall and slender figure with excellent proportions and a smooth, long neck.
Although Young Master Duan exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay, it was clear to anyone with eyes that this young master was in a very good mood.
Today is the weekend, and yesterday's weather forecast predicted a sunny day. Last night, Duan Mingxiao asked Cong Chun if he had any plans for tomorrow.
Cong Chun happened to have relatively few things to do recently. It was approaching the final exam week at Yenching University, so he wasn't too busy. He hadn't been slacking off in class, so he didn't need to spend a lot of time reviewing for the final exams.
Duan Mingxiao insisted on dragging people over to watch him train.
However, the weather outside is not very good today. The cold wind is mixed with drizzle, which makes people's cheeks sting.
However, we drove all the way here, and the car had the heater on.
Not long ago, Duan Mingxiao arrived at Longji and didn't let Cong Chun watch him train in the open-air training area.
The wind is so strong outside, and there's trash everywhere on the road. What if Chun Chun catches a cold? The young master is very worried.
Duan Mingxiao quickly led Cong Chun into his private lounge, shielding her like an iron barrel, not letting her be exposed to the cold wind even slightly.
Cong Chun didn't know what the young master was doing. The boy blinked, after all, in his eyes, many of Duan Mingxiao's actions were not quite normal.
However, he was willing to tolerate the young master.
Just like Cong Chun often tolerated those little rascals who secretly "escaped" from the family.
But last night, the young master pressed his head and nodded in agreement. Cong Chun hadn't forgotten that boys still "hold grudges."
Besides the two of them, there were also many staff members from the team secretly watching them.
As is widely known, the young master is not only the starting racer for the SX team, but also the owner behind the team.
Duan Mingxiao usually trains at Longji. He doesn't stay in the rest room for long. After training, he usually takes a shower, changes his clothes, and leaves.
This time, their boss also brought a new, unfamiliar face with him.
Everyone speculated whether Cong Chun was a player their boss was training or a technical employee they were recruiting.
However, when they saw Duan Mingxiao leading people into his private lounge, their behavior seemed a bit strange, and everyone felt something was amiss.
Although their boss usually has a blank expression and never talks about anything other than work.
However, the salary and employee benefits offered by the SX team owner are among the best in China.
Now, to see Duan Mingxiao open the door for Cong Chun and speak to her with a pleasant expression, it's like the sun has risen in the west.
Intuition tells us that something is not right.
Could it be that Cong Chun is a sponsor brought in by their boss, which is why the boss is being so "attentive" to him?
Duan Mingxiao led Cong Chun into the lounge, where the heating was turned on, and then asked him to sit on the sofa.
The young master took out his phone and ordered several dishes of food, which would be delivered by a special person later. Everything was arranged.
Cong Chun sat on the sofa, watching the young master wander around like a robot butler. He looked up and asked Duan Mingxiao.
"Young Master, wasn't I just here to watch you train?"
Duan Mingxiao felt that something was off when he heard this.
The young master's little brain was working very fast, as if he had thought of something.
He immediately sat down next to Cong Chun, sticking to him like a piece of rice cake, causing the sofa to sink in.
The young master's slightly upturned eyes met Cong Chun's, and his tone was somewhat solemn.
"From now on, don't call me young master."
"I'm your boyfriend now, calling me 'young master' sounds too formal."
What should Bao Chun call me, young master?
[Tsk...is calling me "husband" a bit too cliché?]
Husband? Cong Chun asked, sounding puzzled.
"Then what should I shout?"
Call me husband
The thought flashed through his mind. Duan Mingxiao moved his lips but didn't speak. The young master felt a surge of anger and his ears turned red.
"I have no idea."
"Think about it yourself."
[You idiot, can't you just call me husband?]
Cong Chun thought seriously for a moment, then looked at Duan Mingxiao with his droopy dog eyes. The boy called out very softly.
Grandma and Grandpa call him Baochun because they say he's a precious little treasure in their family.
In Cong Chun's heart, the young master was also very precious, even more precious than a small treasure.
Those were two little treasures. Cong Chun thought that he could then call the young master "baby".
Although the address Cong Chun blurted out was not what the young master actually thought.
However, Duan Mingxiao completely froze. He was like a computer about to burn out, his brain's CPU completely overloaded. Duan Mingxiao wanted to bury his head in the sofa.
"Baby, he calls me baby."
[I'm so embarrassed...]
Last night, while Cong Chun was asleep, the young master stared at Cong Chun's sleeping face for most of the night. Finally, he quietly took her hand and with his other hand touched the phone on the bedside table and took a picture.
After taking the photos, Duan Mingxiao set a timed post on his WeChat Moments, with the time precisely at a specific number.
Last night, Duan Mingxiao would stare at people for five minutes, then look at his timed WeChat Moments for five minutes, and then the young master would laugh to himself for five minutes. He repeated this cycle countless times.
Cong Chun has a very healthy daily routine. He was raised by his grandmother and is the kind of old-fashioned child.
Therefore, Cong Chun goes to bed early at night. He usually finishes washing up around nine o'clock, and then closes his eyes around ten-thirty to prepare for sleep.
Cong Chun has thin eyelids; if you look closely, you can see the fine bluish blood vessels on her eyelids.
Therefore, Cong Chun was unaware of Duan Mingxiao's energetic actions after he fell asleep.
Duan Mingxiao's sleep schedule is considered to be later than Cong Chun's, but it is still within the normal range.
In the past, the boy would probably still be playing games in the recreation room around 10 o'clock, but this time, in order to be next to Cong Chun, he forced himself to go to bed with Cong Chun around 10 o'clock.
The young master stared at Cong Chun's tightly closed eyes, confirming that the other party was really fast asleep, and muttered that the other party was a "little pig" because sleeping under the blanket was like a little pig covered with a blanket.
On the other side, Ji Ruhui woke up early in the morning and saw his brother Acan's post on WeChat Moments. Then, seeing the deliberately chosen posting time, he understood everything.
Feeling bored today, and knowing that his brothers usually come to Longji for training, Ji Ruhui went to visit them.
Cong Chun was in the rest room, outside the training field. A light rain was falling, almost imperceptible, but after a while, his hair would become slightly damp. Ji Ruhui's ambiguous gaze fell on Duan Mingxiao, his beautiful fox eyes narrowed slightly, his face full of ill intentions, and his tone was drawn out.
"Ah Chan, did you have a good time last night?"
Duan Mingxiao stood to the side, putting on his gear. The boy's slender, bony fingers held the helmet. The next second, he lazily lifted his eyelids and gave Ji Ruhui a disdainful look. The young master didn't say anything.
Ji Ruhui, standing to the side, continued to ramble on and on.
"I knew you, Ah Chan, a virgin like you, would have no experience. I gave you that little CD last time, but you didn't even study it."
"You just don't have much patience."
"Don't hurt anyone."
Without hesitation, the young master raised his leg and kicked Ji Ruhui, his tone cold and stern.
"Get out of here."
"Don't joke about him."
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