Chapter 42 Honest and Honest Farmer
Inside the room, Cong Chun was lying on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit hot. Her pajama pants had been rolled up by the boy, revealing a section of her long, fair legs.
He didn't think much of the message Lu Tinglan sent him, because someone else had also sent him a message.
Cong Chun didn't see Luo Luo's message until evening.
Lolo asked him why his account hadn't been updated recently.
But those posts weren't originally posted by him; they were all videos of racing tests or photos of supercars posted by the young master.
But Lolo said he wanted to see his big toy. What is the big toy? Does the big toy mean a car?
But those supercars belong to the young master, not to Cong Chun.
Cong Chun carefully edited the message and sent it to Luo Luo.
(Sorry, I was quite busy today and only just saw the message.)
(The car in the post isn't mine; I don't own a car.)
Luo Qing was browsing Weibo when a message from Cong Chun suddenly popped up. Luo Qing clicked on it and looked at it, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Young Master Duan says he doesn't own a car, but who would believe that? Did he post all those previous updates by ghosts?
Luo Qing forced herself to endure the nausea and sent a few more messages.
(But my brother hasn't posted anything on social media in a long time. I want to see his latest updates.)
(Please!) A cute kitten jpg.
(I can't sleep at night because I can't see my brother's updates. I've been having insomnia for the past few days.) Poor cat.jpg.
Cong Chun hesitated when he saw the message from Luo Luo.
He thought about it seriously. Since the young master said that he could handle the account himself, it shouldn't be a problem for him to post an update.
However, Cong Chun did not delete the posts that Duan Mingxiao had made before.
In case the young master changes his mind and wants the account back, at least these posts will still be there, and Cong Chun plans to keep them safe for the young master.
So, Cong Chun opened her photo album, carefully selected photos for a few minutes, and then posted the photos of periwinkles she had taken that afternoon to her social media, along with a "smiling sun" emoji.
He hoped every day would be sunny so that the periwinkle could grow better and better.
The emerald green leaves caught Luo Qing's eye on the other end of the internet cable. Young Master Luo was momentarily stunned. What was this green thing? Garlic or scallion?
Has Mingxiao gone mad? Has he given up cars and started farming?
Or did he go to the countryside to become a farmer?
However, Cong Chun was lying on the bed, carefully admiring the status update he had posted, reading it several times.
Everything was so peaceful and serene.
The next second, the PT software kept beeping with notification sounds.
Your friend "Lolo" liked your post.
Your friend "Lolo" has saved your post.
Your friend "Lolo" commented on your post.
"Brother, do you feel so energetic after doing farm work?" (Shy soybean image)
"I want to see my brother's abs." (Pinky wink)
After Luo Qing finished speaking, she gagged and felt like she was going to go blind.
He planned to wait until the shameless young master Duan sent him a picture of his abs, and then he would put Duan Mingxiao's private photos up for sale online for a mere 2.50 yuan.
Suddenly, Cong Chun reached out, lifted her pajamas, and touched her stomach. It was flat, with nothing there, not even abs.
Chun, an honest and hardworking farmer, replied to Luo Qing's comment.
"Sorry, I don't have abs, but I do raise free-range chickens at home. Do you want to see them?"
Upon seeing Cong Chun's reply, Luo Qing suddenly laughed and fell silent for a moment.
How exactly is the brain of the person on the other side structured?
While chatting with Luo Luo, Cong Chun, for some reason, started thinking of Luo Qing.
He suddenly remembered the gift that had been sitting unopened for several days; it was a gift that Luo Qing had given him a few days ago at the Messiah Club.
Cong Chun has not opened the gift yet. He got out of bed and took out the exquisite gift box from his bag.
Carefully untie the ribbon, open the gift box, and there lies a delicate watch on the royal blue silk cloth. The dial is clear and bright, and it looks very valuable.
Cong Chun placed the watch in his palm; it felt cool to the touch. After a moment, he put it back in the box and hid it in the wardrobe.
The next day, Yun Lanshuang, the matriarch of the Duan family, took a special leave to return home.
Yun Lanshuang wore a dark purple long dress, with a head of beautiful, thick curly hair. The woman was well-maintained, with exquisite makeup, and only faint fine lines on her face.
Cong Chun had just moved the flowerpots from the front yard to the back yard when, to his surprise, Yun Lan Shuang was standing not far away, smiling in their direction.
Cong Chun felt inexplicably nervous and unconsciously gripped the edge of the flowerpot.
Yun Lan stepped forward and greeted Cong Chun gently.
“You’re so strong, you can move this flowerpot.”
The flowerpot in front of them was nearly eighty centimeters in diameter and filled with soil. Cong Chun looked rather thin, so it's no wonder Yun Lan Shuang asked that question.
Cong Chun felt inexplicably shy and nodded embarrassedly.
The next second, the woman's praise rang in Cong Chun's ears.
"You're amazing."
Looking at Cong Chun's slightly yellow hair, Yun Lan Shuang subconsciously assumed that Cong Chun was malnourished, so she touched Cong Chun's head.
"Good boy, remember to eat more at the Duan family's house."
She didn't have a deep impression of Cong Chun, but since she was the nanny who took care of Duan Mingxiao and looked like a young child, Yun Lan Shuang paid more attention to her.
Cong Chun is very cute; at least in terms of appearance, he can't help but evoke feelings of affection.
When Yun Lanshuang was pregnant, she thought she was carrying a sweet and soft baby, but she never expected to give birth to a little devil.
Now, seeing Cong Chun's sensible appearance and having learned some things about Cong Chun from Butler Chen, she felt sorry for the child in front of her.
However, the Duan family treated their hired servants quite well, providing them with three meals a day, at the very least two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes.
Moreover, there is a high-temperature subsidy in the summer. Although prices are high in Jinghai City, the Duan family does not fuss over the food of their servants.
Just now, the young master had just woken up. He leisurely came down the stairs, leaned against the handrail, squinted his eyes, slowly yawned, and spoke in a lazy tone.
What are you talking about?
Yunlan is holding a birthday banquet at the Duan family's house at the end of the month, so she came back specifically to check on the preparations.
And by the way, give her a warning to her son who hasn't gotten over his rebellious phase.
The cast on Duan Mingxiao's left leg can be removed at the hospital after Yun Lanshuang's birthday banquet.
Racing cars are something you absolutely must never touch.
Last time I was lucky and only broke my left leg. What if I'm unlucky next time?
You'd risk your life?
However, due to the identities of Duan Mingxiao and his wife, his friendships have never been entirely pure, and many people with ulterior motives try to get close to him.
In addition, Duan Mingxiao and his wife were both busy with work and rarely saw each other. Gradually, Duan Mingxiao became less and less close to them, which made Yun Lanshuang feel guilty all the time.
Yun Lanshuang rarely saw that Duan Mingxiao had a new peer by his side, who was excellent in both character and academics and very sensible.
In addition, Yun Lanshuang had a good impression of Cong Chun and hoped that he could indirectly influence Duan Mingxiao to become more lively and cheerful.
Unfortunately, Ms. Yun seems to have underestimated the influence of Young Master Duan.
To some extent, it would be a blessing if Duan Mingxiao didn't "corrupt" Cong Chun.
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