Chapter 157 Flirting
The table was covered with food, from various snacks to sliced fruit and exquisite little treats.
It's well known that Young Master Duan has a severe case of mysophobia. If anyone dares to eat in his private lounge, Duan Mingxiao will kick that person right in the mouth.
Because he had eaten breakfast before coming, Cong Chun wasn't very hungry.
The boy sat on the sofa and stared at the food on the table for a while, and then Cong Chun's lips unconsciously curled up.
Thinking back to what happened last night, it all happened a little too fast.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Cong Chun opened the door and saw a boy standing outside. The boy's name was Xiao Ruo, and he was a logistics staff member of the SX team.
Xiao Ruo had a buzz cut, dark skin, and rather large eyes. He was wearing a bright orange jacket, which was quite eye-catching.
Xiao Ruo didn't dare to casually enter his brother Duan's rest room. He was just a deliveryman who had been temporarily sent over. The boy was carrying a case of imported mineral water and a case of juice.
However, Xiao Ruo still had a secret mission.
His colleagues in the trucking team told him to "take a good look" at the people Brother Duan brought when he came to deliver water later.
Not long after Xiao Ruo knocked, the door to the lounge was opened.
Upon seeing the boy's face, Xiao Ruo's breath hitched. After realizing what had happened, she quickly looked away. The man had a tanned face with a reddish tinge, which looked rather comical.
Cong Chun was extremely beautiful. When she was silent, she had the air of a cold beauty, and when she smiled, it was like ice and snow melting.
Xiao Ruo completely forgot all the speculations among her colleagues, such as whether Cong Chun was Duan Ge's relative or younger brother, or about the upcoming new colleague.
Xiao Ruo guessed in her heart that there was a high probability that the handsome boy in front of her was Duan Ge's girlfriend.
After all, no women have ever appeared around Brother Duan, so it's inevitable...
Hehe, after all, boys this age are energetic and sexually active, it would be hard to believe that Brother Duan has never been in a relationship.
In addition, given Duan Mingxiao's circumstances, which man wouldn't want to live like him? There are countless people who envy and are jealous of him.
At this moment, Cong Chun spoke to Xiao Ruo in front of him. The boy's voice was clear and pleasant to listen to.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
Xiao Ruo smiled awkwardly and stammered an explanation, saying that Duan Mingxiao had asked him to bring water. Then, the boy's gaze wandered, shifting elsewhere, but he didn't dare to look at Cong Chun.
Cong Chun whispered a thank you, and before Xiao Ruo could react, the boy took the two cases of water from his arms.
Cong Chun carried two boxes of water in his thin arms. It would have been difficult for Xiao Ruo to carry them herself, but Cong Chun did it with ease.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun placed the water on the table, opened it, took out two bottles, and grabbed some food from the table, stuffing them all into Xiao Ruo's arms.
The tall man in front of him, who was over six feet tall, was flattered and surprised that Cong Chun would do such a thing.
In Cong Chun's eyes, although Xiao Ruo had an employer-employee relationship with the young master, he did not. His grandmother had told him that he should be grateful when others helped him, and his actions just now were a way of returning the favor.
After that, Cong Chun sat on the sofa and watched a movie by himself.
During this time, he received a message from Mo Xizhi, who asked Cong Chun if he wanted to go home together during the winter break, specifically to Jianghe City.
Although Mo Xizhi and his mother Qin E will not return to Huai Shui Village, Qin E's hometown is also a small town in Heze County, not Ze'an Town where Cong Chun lives, but another town.
Qin E also has two elderly relatives at home. Every year during the winter and summer vacations, the mother and son would go back to visit them and stay for a week or two.
Cong Chun was somewhat surprised, but he readily agreed after receiving the message.
He will definitely go back to the village to spend the Spring Festival with his grandmother during the winter vacation, not to mention he promised to go home with his friends.
Cong Chun just sent the message.
A short while later, Duan Mingxiao returned. The training ground was unusable, and the rain outside suddenly started pouring down, pelting the open-air roof.
The climate in Jinghai is dry in winter, so such heavy rain is truly rare and cannot be predicted by weather forecasts.
Following behind Duan Mingxiao was Ji Ruhui, a boy wearing a dark leather jacket with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His pink hair had lightened. Ji Ruhui's eyes lit up when he saw Cong Chun, and he greeted him.
"Hi, Xiao Congchun, long time no see."
"Did you miss me?"
Ji Ruhui's alluring fox-like eyes slightly lifted, and then he threw a flirtatious wink at Cong Chun. As soon as he finished speaking, the boy was still thinking of moving closer.
Ever since Duan Mingxiao posted that message on his WeChat Moments, some of the young men he was on good terms with didn't dare to ask the person in question directly, but instead went to Ji Ruhui to inquire about it.
What was the meaning behind the Crown Prince's post on WeChat Moments, showing two hands clasped together?
Those rich kids were shocked when they saw this post on their WeChat Moments today. This is how young couples announce their relationship so many years ago; it's so outdated.
Most importantly, Duan Mingxiao even bought a yearly membership to the software to add a pink heart filter border to the photo of him and Cong Chun holding hands.
They practically photoshopped a fluorescent vow onto the picture, something like, "You are my hero," "Our love will last forever," or "I've really climbed too high for you."
Cong Chun didn't check his phone this morning and didn't notice that the young master had posted a photo on WeChat Moments behind his back. Otherwise, he would have been shocked when he saw the photo.
However, Ji Ruhui saw it, and Young Master Ji laughed in bed for half an hour before getting up.
Those rich young men from the circle came to him to inquire about information, simply wanting to know which wealthy young lady in the circle was the Crown Prince's girlfriend.
However, Ji Ruhui dismissed all these messages. In his opinion, although there were many powerful second-generation rich kids in their circle, there were also many who were idle, lazy, and just waiting to die.
Ji Ruhui considered himself mediocre and thought he would just eat, drink, and be happy for the rest of his life. However, his brother was a workaholic, and Cong Chun was clearly a good boy with a simple mind who had never seen the intricacies of drinking parties.
Ji Ruhui would never tell those people about Cong Chun. Everyone was having fun drinking, smoking, picking up girls, and having a good time, but there was no need to drag this good boy into it.
Ji Ruhui knows his limits and avoids smoking and drinking with Cong Chun. If Duan Mingxiao sees him, he will definitely settle accounts with him.
He couldn't guarantee that those young masters would know their place after learning about Cong Chun.
So, Young Master Ji sent them away one by one in a bad mood.
Some young men were still not giving up, insisting that they were asking around for their younger sisters or older sisters.
Ji Ruhui just wanted to laugh. He had never seen you all so filial before. He didn't say anything because he was protecting these stupid pigs, but they didn't even appreciate it.
It's normal for Ah Can to be excited since this is his first time dating. People who show affection do so because they're capable, but the main reason is that Young Master Duan couldn't hold back.
But if Ah-Can finds out that you guys went to harass his people, tsk tsk, you're going to be gone for good.
Ji Ruhui directly praised himself as the best philanthropist.
Duan Mingxiao glanced over and saw Ji Ruhui throwing a flirtatious look at Cong Chun and preparing to approach her. The young master lowered his eyebrows, furious, his eyes practically spitting fire.
"You little hen, you can't live without being horny, can you?"
The young master grabbed Ji Ruhui by the collar, quickly threw him out, then slammed the door shut and locked it.
[Throwing in a flirtatious glance, I'm about to throw up my dinner from last night.]
I didn't kick him because today is the first day I've been Cong Chun's boyfriend, and violence is not appropriate.
Inside the lounge, Cong Chun was still unaware of what had happened.
Just as he was about to ask, Duan Mingxiao stepped forward, put his arm around Cong Chun's shoulder, and pulled him to sit down on the sofa.
Staring at the barely touched food on the table, the young master frowned, looking rather unhappy.
"Why aren't you eating? Don't you like it?"
Cong Chun shook his head. He had just finished drinking soy milk and eating a large sandwich that morning.
This isn't how you feed pigs.
A moment later, Duan Mingxiao leaned close to Cong Chun and winked.
Cong Chun had no idea what Duan Mingxiao was doing, and kept blinking. Could it be that the young master's eyelids were twitching? Or had he been stung by a bee?
Do I need to apply a warm compress?
In reality, Duan Mingxiao was flirting with him; the young master even thought his right eye was prettier and deliberately used it to make a fuss.
He was afraid that Cong Chun would be seduced by Ji Ruhui's flirtatious glances, after all, that brat was skilled at picking up girls, experienced, and loved to show off his charm.
I definitely want to win back a good man like myself—one who is devoted, affectionate, clean, and pure.
Cong Chun raised his hand and pushed away Duan Mingxiao's dog-like face that was leaning in.
Why won't my wife look at me?
Noticing Cong Chun's disapproving gesture, Duan Mingxiao grumbled unhappily.
"If you don't look at me, it means you don't like me."
Finally, the young master raised an eyebrow, lifted his chin, and stared at Cong Chun with his dark, narrow eyes, adding a resolute sentence.
Anyway, I like you.
Cong Chun's slightly furrowed brows relaxed. He sees many people every day, but does he like everyone?
Young Master's point of view is quite strange.
Cong Chun believed that he only had one heart, and that the capacity of one heart was very small, unable to hold too many people.
It can fit grandma, grandpa, dad, mom, and son, but it probably won't be able to fit any more.
The next second, Cong Chun spoke with a serious expression, his droopy dog eyes staring at Duan Mingxiao. He spoke slowly, uttering each word deliberately.
Thank you for liking it.
I like you too.
The cold rain outside hit Ji Ruhui's face, but the warmth inside had nothing to do with him. In the end, it was Cong Chun who opened the door and invited him in to eat together.
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