Chapter 166 Sense of Security
Cong Chun took the initiative to walk over and take Duan Mingxiao's hand.
It was as if the young master had a drum in his heart, and Cong Chun's every move was like a drumstick striking the surface of his drum.
Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment, feeling the slightly cool touch of his palm. Then, the young master firmly grasped Cong Chun's hand.
Cong Chun smiled at the boy. He was always very protective of his own, and in Cong Chun's eyes, Duan Mingxiao had already been included in the group that needed his protection.
The young master treats him well, so he will treat the young master well in return.
The young master is prone to jealousy, so he hopes the young master won't be jealous.
The young master is handsome and kind, so Cong Chun will cherish him and protect their relationship.
He likes Duan Mingxiao, so there's no reason not to side with him.
At that moment, Duan Mingxiao felt that nothing else mattered.
As long as Cong Chun likes me, that's fine, but the jealousy and rivalry will continue.
Cong Chun held Duan Mingxiao's hand, ignoring the expressions of those around them; friends and lovers were different.
However, Cong Chun could sense that Duan Mingxiao was unhappy because he was getting too close to other people.
At first, Cong Chun didn't understand why.
But he knew how to use the internet, and one afternoon, Cong Chun went online to search for answers in a search engine.
He saw many netizens sharing examples from their lives on the platform.
In a relationship, you need to give your partner a sense of security.
That was the first time Cong Chun understood this word. It was like when he was in school, he would feel safer if his grandparents were around.
The little rascals at home, when they see Cong Chun coming over, are not afraid of him, but will actively surround him.
Cong Chun felt that he hadn't done a very good job.
Friends and lovers are different. Cong Chun put himself in Duan Mingxiao's shoes and thought about it. If someone went to the movies with Duan Mingxiao, he might feel a little strange.
Just like his feelings for his grandmother, he only wanted the young master to be good to him alone.
This idea was somewhat selfish, but Cong Chun admitted that it was the first thought that popped into his mind.
The two didn't hold hands very often, in some ways even less often than they kissed.
However, this action made Duan Mingxiao stiff and his mind tense, since Cong Chun rarely took such initiative.
The young master was completely captivated by the boy in front of him, and could only stare blankly at Cong Chun.
Ji Ruhui, standing to the side, couldn't bear to watch.
The remaining men looked even more grim.
I want to kiss you.
Cong Chun immediately pulled the person aside to sit down, to prevent Duan Mingxiao and the others from doing anything outrageous, given how many people come and go at the high-speed rail station.
Cong Chun bought a regular second-class ticket.
Duan Mingxiao wanted to upgrade him to business class, but Cong Chun stopped him, saying that the price of business class tickets was double, and it was unnecessary.
Finally, after some hesitation, I compromised and chose a first-class seat.
The young master always travels by private car or plane; he has never actually taken the high-speed rail.
Duan Mingxiao told Cong Chun that they were inseparable and there was no need for her to save money for her husband.
Cong Chunyou listened to this; he certainly wasn't looking for trouble.
He thought that Duan Mingxiao must spend a lot of money to be the owner of the racing team. Cong Chun thought that they should save money wherever possible. Once, when a few of them went out for a meal, Ji Ruhui said that the young master was now spending eight figures on the racing team every month.
If Duan Mingxiao were unable to pay salaries in the future, Cong Chun thought he could contribute. In short, he wanted to protect the young master's dream.
Although his personal savings were still far from eight figures, Cong Chun would definitely buy second-class seats for himself, and he certainly wouldn't hesitate to buy business-class seats for his grandmother and Duan Mingxiao.
Ji Ruhui, standing to the side, couldn't bear to look at Duan Mingxiao's worthless appearance.
I never imagined that one day Crown Prince Yunyi would be associated with the words "worthless".
A short while later, the group got into the car.
Ji Ruhui came over and sat next to the young couple.
He was talkative and kept pestering Cong Chun to tell him about things in the village.
Cong Chun patiently shared with him.
Duan Mingxiao, standing to the side, was so enraged he wanted to hit someone.
[Could we just leave this brat off the bus halfway through the journey?]
Mo Xizhi sat quietly to the side, his gaze occasionally falling on Cong Chun's face.
Luo Qing and Lu Tinglan bought business class seats.
Since the car was a public place, Cong Chun spoke very softly, so that Duan Mingxiao and Ji Ruhui, who were nearby, could hear him.
However, Mo Xizhi observed very carefully. Although he couldn't hear what Cong Chun said, he clearly saw the subtle expressions on Cong Chun's face as he spoke.
That gentle smile was like a warm spring breeze, softly caressing his face, and Mo Xizhi's mood unconsciously improved.
When Cong Chun looked up at Mo Xizhi, the boy was slightly taken aback. At this moment, his despicable love seemed to have nowhere to hide.
Mo Xizhi felt a little flustered. He subconsciously wanted to look away, but why was he still looking at Cong Chun? It was because he couldn't bear to part with her.
Until a wider figure blocked Mo Xizhi's view.
The boy took a deep breath. "Heh, it's nothing."
He will still continue to like it.
The high-speed train sped along the tracks, passing through plains and disappearing into tunnels. After the view brightened again, it entered the towering mountains.
Jianghe City is a marginal city, barely noticeable on the map.
It is the people here who have given this land its meaning.
Because of Cong Chun, several powerful young masters in Jinghai City became acquainted with this place.
The road back to the village is winding and narrow. Luo Qing had also been to the Gobi Desert to experience local life while filming. Although the environment there was harsh, it also had its own unique natural beauty.
However, after getting off the bus, the scene before her eyes was completely different from what Luo Qing had imagined.
This place is barren and backward, with no beauty in the scenery. The factories are dilapidated and backward, the buildings are low and monotonous, and the cement ground is covered with gray and black dust.
Unbeknownst to them, the group was following behind Cong Chun.
We arrived at this low, flat-roofed tile-roofed house.
Cong Chun saw a familiar figure in her field of vision. Her grandmother was wearing the new clothes she had bought herself, and she was holding a long spoon in her hand with chicken feed next to her.
After three months apart, it seems that Grandma has more gray hair at her temples.
Before anyone could react, Cong Chun stepped forward, excitedly strode over, and gave the old man a tight hug.
"Grandma, I'm back."
A moment later, a delicious meal was laid out on the simple dining table.
Knowing that three more young men would be coming to the house today, Grandma Wen specially cooked a big pot of rice.
Mo Xizhi went to his maternal grandmother's house first, and Lu Tinglan parted ways with them after getting off the high-speed train.
He seems to have something he wants to do.
At the dining table, everyone has a perfectly full bowl of rice.
Only a large iron basin filled with rice was placed in front of Duan Mingxiao.
Ji Ruhui saw this and couldn't stop laughing, and Luo Qing, who was standing next to him, also couldn't help but chuckle.
Cong Chun also secretly curled the corners of his mouth.
The young master was ridiculed, and he felt very wronged.
Grandma Wen also warmly asked Duan Mingxiao if he had enough food, saying there was still some in the pot and he could ask for more if he needed more.
The old man was incredibly enthusiastic, but a hint of helplessness flashed in Young Master Duan's eyes.
Grandma, Xiao Can isn't a pig.
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