Chapter 182 Extra: Metamorphosis (5)
Cong Chun handed the apple soda to the boy in front of her. The soda was in a clear glass bottle. She could exchange it for a few cents at the old convenience store later.
Cong Chun had already thoughtfully opened the bottle cap beforehand.
The young master didn't put his mouth to the mouth of the soda bottle to drink; instead, he deliberately kept it a few centimeters away, quickly tilted his head back, and took a swig.
The soda had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and its coolness hadn't yet dissipated.
Cong Chun squatted to the side, staring intently with bright eyes. He wasn't looking at Duan Mingxiao; he was looking at the bubbles in the soda bottle.
Duan Mingxiao naturally noticed the look in the eyes of the bean sprout next to him.
His drool was practically dripping onto the floor; he was just like his stupid dog.
Duan Mingxiao chuckled and then handed the soda to Cong Chun.
"You drink it."
Cong Chun did not accept the soda that Duan Mingxiao offered.
"I won't drink it. You can drink it later if you're thirsty."
Duan Mingxiao rarely drinks beverages in his private life, let alone such low-quality soda.
The moment I put it in my mouth, it really quenched my thirst.
However, the artificial flavoring that belatedly hit his throat was hard to accept. In short, the young master's voice was precious, and even the water he drank was imported from abroad by air, as he disliked the strange taste of cheap water.
Seeing that Cong Chun didn't take it, Duan Mingxiao casually placed the soda on the table.
Just then, Grandma Wen returned from killing the quails in the backyard.
When she saw Cong Chun return, she immediately grabbed the boy's arm and made him sit on a chair next to her.
Grandma Wen's tone revealed a hint of doubt.
"Why are you squatting on the ground? Baochun, quickly sit down in a chair."
Upon seeing his grandmother arrive, Cong Chun forgot all about the soda; in his eyes, his grandmother's matter was more important.
"Grandma, you should rest for a bit too."
Grandma Wen turned her head away, only emphasizing.
"Grandma needs to go to the kitchen to start simmering the chicken soup now."
"Baochun, could you help Grandma take care of the guests at home?"
Then Grandma Wen looked at Duan Mingxiao with a smile.
"Let's rest for a bit, and then we'll take the people to their rooms to see where they'll be sleeping for the next few days."
"I think you're about the same age, you'll definitely get along well."
The young master was caught off guard and looked embarrassed.
Meeting Cong Chun's burning gaze, Duan Mingxiao's narrow eyes flashed with disdain.
Anyone who tries to play with this bean sprout will probably fall to the ground rolling around after getting punched by me.
Grandma Wen picked some dried garlic cloves from the wall of the main room and deftly put them into the kitchen.
Throughout the year, there aren't many days for stewing soup. Apart from the Spring Festival, most of the time it's related to spring, such as birthdays, midterm exams, final exams, or even when I'm in a bad mood.
Cong Chun rested for a while over here.
He spoke to Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side.
"Should we...go and check where you're sleeping tonight?"
Seeing the old and dilapidated main room, Duan Mingxiao didn't have much expectation for where he would sleep tonight.
Fortunately, the situation was much better than he had imagined.
At the same time, the young master was also complaining in his heart.
Don't get too close to anyone who calls you "we".
However, the next second Duan Mingxiao stood up from his chair.
Cong Chun then realized that the other person was very tall, much taller than him.
Chunbao was a little envious.
Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side, noticed Cong Chun's gaze and felt a little smug inside, but he remained outwardly calm.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun led the boy into her room. Since the Cong family only had two rooms, her grandparents lived in one room, and Cong Chun lived alone in the other.
At this moment, a guest came to the house, and it was a boy, so naturally he had to stay with Cong Chun.
The bamboo bed from the main room was moved to Cong Chun's room, and the best quilt in the house, which had been aired out a few days ago, was now laid on it.
The eldest young master naturally brought his own blankets, and two large suitcases, each half the height of Cong Chun, were placed at the door of the house.
Duan Mingxiao's face was expressionless.
Before he came, he secretly searched on search engines to see what houses in the countryside looked like.
Fortunately, although it is really old, there is no strange smell.
However, looking at the mottled earthen walls around him, Duan Mingxiao still felt a bit of a headache.
Even a faint sense of regret arose in my heart.
He should find an opportunity to steal his passport and run away abroad on his own.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun saw Duan Mingxiao open his suitcase.
Viewers in the live stream also saw it.
Let me see what the white-haired guy brought; the little girl next door brought a whole suitcase of dresses.
[Our Jiangjiang is so thoughtful; she even sent local specialties from Jinghai City to the foster family.]
Fortunately, the room was big enough that the suitcases were laid out on the floor.
The first thing that catches the eye is a large box of clothes.
This box of clothes was prepared by Yun Lanshuang for Duan Mingxiao.
In her words, clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse.
Even though her son has such a handsome face, she can't just wear anything when she goes on TV; she has to stun everyone.
Cong Chun sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring at him.
Upon seeing this box of clothes, I couldn't help but slightly part my lips, like a little carp.
So many clothes! And they're all so beautiful!
Duan Mingxiao had hidden several game consoles, which were then handed over to the production team.
A dark glint flashed in the young master's eyes.
Hmph, luckily, he still has a backup plan.
Don't they know who Duan Mingxiao is? He has plenty of strength and means!
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao saw a puppy doll in the corner.
The young master frowned, wondering what this thing was and how it ended up in his suitcase.
Duan Mingxiao picked up the puppy doll and looked at it, finding a note left on it.
Upon reading the above statement, Duan Mingxiao's eyelids twitched involuntarily a few times.
Is his mother mentally ill?
(Dear Xiaocan, we know you'll miss your mom and dad when you're away from home. This doll is a gift your mom and dad carefully prepared when they went on vacation to the Arctic Ocean a while ago.)
(I hope that when you feel lonely at night, you can imagine your mom and dad by your side.)
[This white-haired guy seems a bit off.]
[I never knew this cool guy liked dolls in private, hahaha.]
Duan Mingxiao rolled his eyes. This doll was probably a free gift from his mother's purchase, or it was something the old man had won from a claw machine to make his mother happy.
His mother is in her thirties, but she can't resist the claw machine every time she sees it. Even the neighbor's kid is more sensible than his mother.
Duan Mingxiao didn't want this lousy puppy doll. Its eyes were so small and its nose was so big. It was terribly ugly.
The young master was about to casually throw it on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao noticed Cong Chun's gaze out of the corner of his eye.
The young master cleared his throat and handed the puppy toy to Cong Chun.
After all, Cong Chun had bought him soda before, even though it wasn't what he asked for and he didn't like drinking it. But Duan Mingxiao didn't want to owe the other party a favor.
Upon hearing this, Cong Chun accepted it with a look of surprise and delight, muttering to himself.
"For me?"
"Thank you, Duan Mingxiao."
Cong Chun extended his hand without ceremony, and their fingertips accidentally touched.
Duan Mingxiao immediately withdrew his hand.
Caught off guard, the boy was a little confused when Cong Chun called his name.
Forget it, never mind.
He plans to sleep in a hotel outside the hotel that night.
So he just checked what was in the suitcase; Duan Mingxiao didn't intend to take anything out to unpack.
They were just pretending to look.
He won't sleep here; it's old and dilapidated.
The thought of having to share a room with Cong Chun in front of him filled Duan Mingxiao with dread.
He has a very strong sense of boundaries, okay?
Anyway, the production team won't be crazy enough to keep the live stream running all night.
Duan Mingxiao can go wherever he wants.
Cong Chun, who was standing to the side, was holding a puppy plush toy. He pinched its ears, which felt nice to the touch. He leaned his face against it, and the boy was immersed in a happy mood.
Cong Chun had no idea that something big would happen that night.
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