Chapter 175 Extra: The Young Master is the One Who Can Hear My Heart's Voice (1)
In the early morning, the sound of snowflakes falling softly could be heard outside the window.
The young master opened his eyes, and what he saw before him was Cong Chun's fair back.
The mess on the ground testifies to the absurdity of the two last night.
Duan Mingxiao's lips curled up slowly, and the young master reached out with his long arm, firmly holding Cong Chunjin's slender waist.
Immediately afterwards, the young master rested his head on Cong Chun's neck, took a deep breath, and sighed that his darling smelled so good.
This winter vacation, he and Cong Chun went to Hokkaido, Japan for a holiday and took the opportunity to experience skiing and hot springs.
They are currently at a resort hotel.
After an unknown amount of time, Cong Chun opened his eyes, feeling the weight on his back and a faint soreness in his body.
His mind went blank.
At the same time, a sense of regret arose in her heart. How could she have agreed after being coaxed by Ah-Can a few times last night?
We were supposed to go skiing today, but now it looks like we'll be spending the whole day in the hotel.
Thinking this, Cong Chun was somewhat unhappy.
It's all Duan Mingxiao's fault!
After graduation, perhaps Cong Chun's desire to grow taller was too strong, and he actually grew a few centimeters.
However, he is still quite different from that young master.
However, when he wears a work suit, he looks quite dashing, like a refined and aloof nobleman.
Duan Mingxiao noticed when Cong Chun woke up that the young master was snuggling even closer to him like a dog.
The large, hot hands seemed to be restlessly teasing the clothes beneath him.
Cong Chun kicked him backward.
[What a pervert! I should have known better than to agree to his advances last night.]
Tonight, let Ah-Chan sleep alone.
Duan Mingxiao seemed stunned by the kick.
What's going on? A voice suddenly appeared in my head.
Immediately afterwards, the young master raised his eyes, his dark and narrow eyes staring straight at Cong Chun.
Why is he staring at me like that? Is he going to do *that* again?!
No, it's already daytime.
The next second, Cong Chun looked at Duan Mingxiao with worried eyes, wondering if it was really because his kick had been too forceful.
[Ah Chan's skin isn't that thick-skinned, is it? His body is all hard muscle, like a block of iron.]
[His weight is comparable to that of two pigs raised by his grandmother!]
Cong Chun didn't understand. He raised his hand and rubbed his messy hair.
Duan Mingxiao's pupils contracted slightly. Cong Chun in front of him actually disliked him for being fat! She even said he was a pig raised by his grandmother!
The young master was puzzled, and his heart was broken.
However, the young master accepted it very well, and he didn't think he was sick.
How did I suddenly hear Cong Chun's inner thoughts?
Even a hint of excitement flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes, along with a touch of regret. He wished he could have heard Cong Chun's thoughts last night.
As he thought about it, the young master's lips unconsciously curved upwards slightly.
It seems that Heaven saw Duan Mingxiao as someone who was born with a kind heart, exceptional talent, outstanding appearance, gentle manners, and heroic bearing.
Give him Duan Mingxiao's gift! He'd better make good use of it!
No, it should be superpowers! Duan Mingxiao was even more certain that he was born to be the protagonist!
Cong Chun looked at him with clear eyes, while the boy's eyes showed a hint of doubt.
Why does Ah-chan have such a silly expression on his face?
[It looks exactly like Big Black.]
Upon hearing this, the young master suddenly stopped smiling.
Duan Mingxiao had a stern face, exuding a strong sense of pressure.
In the future, if Cong Chun is thinking about other men, he will be able to know it clearly.
First, subject that "scoundrel" to the ten most brutal tortures.
Then we'll give Cong Chun a good "punishment".
Cong Chun had no idea what he was thinking, after all, the young master had all sorts of strange ideas every day.
Just when Cong Chun thought his opponent had run out of new tricks and moves, his opponent would always manage to learn some novel "moves" from somewhere.
In response, Cong Chun decided to give the other party a good scolding.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun put on her clothes, and the boy prepared to get out of bed.
He was still thinking about skiing in the afternoon. This was Cong Chun's first time skiing, and he had heard that this was a famous ski resort with beautiful scenery.
Cong Chun felt he should participate; it would be a pity to miss it.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao grabbed his wrist.
His tone carried a hint of concern.
"Still have energy. Hmm?"
Cong Chun glared at him, looking somewhat uneasy.
Speaking of all this, it's all the guy's fault. He told the other person to stop making trouble last night.
Although she herself became somewhat emotional towards the end, the one who started it all was definitely Duan Mingxiao in front of her.
The young master also knew that what he had done was not right.
He pulled her back into the blankets and comforted her.
"Let's stay a few more days, have a good rest today, and then go downstairs for a meal later."
"I'll have that coach come back tomorrow."
Cong Chun frowned.
Is this okay?
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow and whispered in Cong Chun's ear.
"Your husband has plenty of money."
"It's all yours. Spend it however you want."
Cong Chun looked up and smiled.
"But you can't spend it recklessly."
Duan Mingxiao was so charmed by the boy in front of him that he went up and kissed Cong Chun on the cheek.
"Okay, I'll do whatever Baochun says."
Cong Chun's eyes were smiling; he liked Duan Mingxiao, so he enjoyed being intimate with him.
The sound of tree branches breaking under the weight of the thick snow came from outside the window. The two of them hid under the covers and played around for a while before washing up and going downstairs to the resort's restaurant for dinner.
Although there was heating indoors, after dinner, the two decided to take a walk after the snow stopped, so they had to bring their coats with them.
Duan Mingxiao naturally took care of this task, preparing hats, down jackets, and even Cong Chun's earmuffs and scarf.
For a time, Duan Mingxiao truly became a walking "clothes hanger".
The two left the room, took the elevator, and were about to go downstairs.
With a ding-dong, the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and a white couple entered.
The young couple were also pushing a stroller with a curly-haired toddler, about two or three years old, dressed in a cute romper.
The curly-haired child, sucking on a pacifier, was pushed into the elevator. He tilted his head back, his blue pupils staring unblinkingly at Cong Chun, drool dripping down his face. He looked somewhat dazed.
Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side, naturally noticed the child's gaze.
The boy has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, smooth muscle lines, well-developed back muscles and an upright spine. He has a handsome and deep-set face, and his physique is not inferior even among a group of foreigners who have natural advantages.
Duan Mingxiao didn't say anything, but he thought the child had good taste and knew that his wife was good-looking.
Seeing that he was just a kid who hadn't even grown all his hair yet, and that the young master had just gained superpowers today and was in a good mood, he, being always magnanimous, decided not to bother with this little brat.
This little brat is actually quite pleasing to the eye.
Anyway, there won't be such a good opportunity again, hmph.
Cong Chun saw the cute child looking at him, and the boy's handsome eyebrows and eyes curved slightly.
The next second, the baby's pacifier slid off with saliva and fell to the ground.
He waved his little hand at Cong Chun and called out in a childish voice.
"papa".
The young master standing to the side turned green, his eyelids twitching.
What a terrible little brat.
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