Chapter 21 This is what makes it cute!
That night, Duan Mingxiao called the family doctor, and Cong Chun's temperature gradually dropped in the middle of the night.
The boy had a light blue fever-reducing patch on his forehead, his face was a little pale, and his mind was somewhat hazy.
Cong Chun remembered that the young master had clearly entered the room last night. Where is the young master?
Cong Chun picked up the phone next to her pillow, and saw a message sent to Duan Mingxiao's account by a girl with the nickname "Luo Luo".
Cong Chun recalled what Duan Mingxiao had told him, asking him to handle the account.
Cong Chun frowned slightly, and the fever-reducing patch on her forehead slipped off. The boy quickly reached out to catch it.
The lights were off indoors, and a soft blue glow illuminated Cong Chun's face.
Cong Chun opened the "pt" software and saw Luo Luo's messages. The last message was sent around 9 p.m. last night.
Unfortunately, I had a fever at the time and went to bed in a daze.
Lolo: (Brother, are you back yet?)
(Look, this is what I ate for dinner tonight.) [Image]
The photo Lolo sent showed a vegetable and fruit salad and a cup of coffee.
Cong Chun glanced at her and a hint of worry flashed across her face. It was so late for dinner. Could it be that Luo Luo's family was not well-off?
Grandma's quacks all eat this vegetable mixed with shredded vegetables in their feed, but the variety of vegetables and fruits in Lolo's photos is much richer.
If Luo Qing knew that Cong Chun thought the 500-yuan vegetable salad he ordered from his private restaurant was chicken feed, the guy would probably be furious.
(Hello, he no longer uses this account.)
(I will delete this account later.)
Cong Chun carefully considered his tone as he replied to the "girl" on the other end of the line.
Meanwhile, across the ocean, Luo Qing was finishing an awards ceremony.
At this moment, the boy is eating in the lounge.
Luo Qing's hair was temporarily dyed silver-gray by the stylist, revealing his smooth and full forehead. He had delicate features, a face like a peach blossom, and a smooth jawline, like a silver-gray Persian cat.
His recent film, which was a huge hit in China, led to his invitation to attend the international film awards ceremony.
Luo Qing looked at the foreign male actors who won awards on stage, while he was only a nominee. Although the nomination was very prestigious, he secretly cursed the "cunning foreigners" countless times.
However, when facing the camera, Luo Qing still maintained a calm and humble attitude.
Luo Qing's high EQ statement, indicating that she doesn't care much about winning awards and hopes to bring excellent works to everyone, quickly became a trending topic.
In the lounge, Luo Qing was biting her chopsticks with a poor appetite, scrolling through her phone when a message from Cong Chun popped up.
Luo Qing raised an eyebrow as he looked at the message Cong Chun had sent him.
I couldn't help but think to myself, "Is this young master so fond of pretending to be ignorant?"
He spent a lot of money to get Duan Mingxiao's private account on the platform, but he didn't expect that Duan Mingxiao would deny it. It seems that the other party intends to keep his identity a secret.
With a "clatter," Luo Qing quickly put down her chopsticks and let out a cold laugh.
Luo Qing was in a good mood today and was ready to play a "role-playing" game with the young master opposite him.
After all, he's a seasoned veteran who often uses alternate accounts to attack his haters, making them beg for mercy.
With a few quick taps, Luo Qing typed out a few lines of text.
(Oh, I see. It's okay, brother/sister.)
(Meeting is fate.) Kitten rolling around (jpd).
(Lolo's heart is very sincere, just like my friendships with my older brother/sister.)
Cong Chun sat on the bed and was stunned when he saw the message that person had sent.
The other person said they wanted to be friends with me?
Cong Chun's fever had just subsided, and at that moment his nose was running uncontrollably. The boy sniffed and typed a reply to Luo Luo on the other end of the line.
(I'm a boy.)
Seeing this, Luo Qing's eyes grew even more smug, and she wished she could raise her arms and shout.
The person behind the screen is definitely Duan Mingxiao; only this young master would speak to me so coldly.
Duan Mingxiao, stop pretending!
Who wouldn't be captivated by Luo Qing's charm? I ask you...
Luo Qing stared at the words "I am a boy," and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.
Haha, boys are great, I only like men!
(Then I can call you brother without worry!) The kitten claps (jpd).
A strange feeling rose in Cong Chun's heart; Luo Luo across from him must be a lively girl in real life.
(Yes, Lolo.)
Luo Qing saw the message from Cong Chun, who also called her Luo Luo.
Luo Qing instantly suppressed her smile, a strange feeling rising in her heart.
Damn it, why do I feel a strange sense of satisfaction?
The next second, when Luo Qing thought of the cold-faced Crown Prince opposite her, her delicate face suddenly twisted in pain.
Bah! I never knew you, Duan Mingxiao, were so disgusting in private! You hypocrite!
Cong Chun was chatting on his phone when suddenly the room lights switched on with a "click".
At some point, Duan Mingxiao, leaning on his cane, was looking at him with his head tilted to the side.
"You're still sick and you're already playing on your phone. Hmm?"
[You're always on your phone, I think you need this young master to teach you a lesson!]
The boy's tone was slightly magnetic with a rising crease, and Duan Mingxiao's eyes, deep and thoughtful, fell on Cong Chun.
The boy was wearing outdated pajamas with a blue sheep printed on them; anyone who didn't know better would think they were children's clothes—he was dressed so childishly.
Cong Chun nodded blankly and then spoke.
"Thank you for last night, young master."
Cong Chun was delirious with fever last night. He noticed a noise at the door and was afraid that something urgent might happen in the middle of the night, so he forced himself to open the door despite his fever.
However, there was no one outside the door, so Cong Chun tiptoed into the quilt again.
Here, Duan Mingxiao shifted his gaze somewhat awkwardly, but the back of his ears quietly turned red.
The boy suddenly remembered that last night, Cong Chun blushed and snuggled into his arms, carrying a faint fragrance, clinging to his sleeve dependently, her beautiful lips opening and closing, as sweet and tempting as a peach.
Duan Mingxiao said awkwardly.
"I don't."
"It's Butler Chen. You should thank him."
[It was me, it was me, it was this young master who discovered you had a fever.]
[Hurry up and praise this young master for being gentle and considerate.]
Cong Chun pursed her lips, a hint of a smile hidden in her eyes, and looked at Duan Mingxiao.
"Okay, I'll go thank Butler Chen later."
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Actually, it's not necessary. I'm a kind young master, so I'll pass on your message."
"Just focus on getting better. There's nothing for you to do today."
Cong Chun nodded obediently, and then the boy seemed to have thought of something.
"Then I'll trouble you to deduct today's wages from my paycheck, young master."
"I'm sorry for causing everyone trouble because I'm sick."
Duan Mingxiao stepped forward, his slender, bony hand slipping into the boy's hair and gently ruffling Cong Chun's hair.
"Don't overthink it, focus on getting better first."
[This idiot is so dense! If you don't mention it, who will remember? Millions? That's just pocket money I casually spend. Do you think I need your salary?]
Duan Mingxiao ruffled Cong Chun's hair before withdrawing his hand, satisfied.
That's what makes it cute.
[You laughed at me before because my hair was messy.]
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