Chapter 48 Strong as an Ox
Beside the bed was a new thermos, filled with steaming hot water.
Cong Chun's flowers were also watered and fertilized, and were neatly arranged on the windowsill, basking in the sunlight, full of vitality.
Cong Chun didn't need to ask to know who did it.
After Cong Chun finished kissing the girl, the boy suddenly remembered something: he hadn't taken a picture of the periwinkle today.
Cong Chun started taking photos of periwinkles because he wanted to carefully record their growth.
But unexpectedly, it has now turned into the young master being the one making sarcastic remarks every day, and Duan Mingxiao's perseverance is outstanding.
The thoughts that Cong Chun hears while taking photos and watering flowers each day are basically never the same.
This is largely thanks to Duan Mingxiao's strong language skills.
It's unclear whether the periwinkle can sense it, but Cong Chun always comforts the periwinkle in private.
Cong Chun's gaze lingered for a moment on the flowerpot on the windowsill, which "someone" had just watered.
To avoid Duan Mingxiao angering him like a pufferfish again, he decided to take the initiative.
"Young master, may I take a picture with you?"
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing some surprise.
[Finally, I realized there was a handsome guy next to me.]
[Just to clarify, I didn't intentionally become this handsome.]
I'll just reluctantly take a picture with Chun, otherwise she'll start nagging me again.
Cong Chun smiled but didn't say anything; he was already used to it.
He saw the phone next to the pillow, and then Cong Chun opened the camera function to take a picture.
Duan Mingxiao then brazenly moved slowly in front of the camera and muttered something.
"I look handsome no matter how I'm photographed."
Mengmeng, who was sleeping, suddenly "sat up in a fright from her sleep," sticking out her tongue happily and tugging at Cong Chun's arm, trying to join them.
Cong Chun and Duan Mingxiao stood stiffly in front of the camera, like two pieces of wood; anyone who didn't know better would think they were playing "Red Light, Green Light."
In the end, Duan Mingxiao couldn't resist pinching Cong Chun's cheek, trying to make Cong Chun's cheeks show a full curve.
The young master was quite pleased with himself; this was what made him so cute.
However, at the moment the selfie countdown started, Mengmeng really stole the spotlight.
Duan Mingxiao reluctantly sat back down.
"Remember to send me the photos."
Why do I look so ugly on camera?
[It's definitely because this crappy phone's camera is terrible. Humph, I'm going to discontinue it.]
Cong Chun glanced at the photo album. Although there was only one photo, it stood out among the green leaves.
Cong Chun actually enjoys taking photos with his phone, but not of himself or others.
His photo album only contains three portraits.
Cong Chun enjoys taking photos of flowers, trees, and scenery with his phone, and sometimes he can look them up for inspiration when he's painting.
Immediately afterward, he was about to put his phone in his pocket.
The next second, Cong Chun pulled a ticket for an art exhibition from his pocket.
How did an art exhibition ticket suddenly appear in his pocket?
Cong Chun was a little dumbfounded. Before he could think further, a male voice came over.
"Ouch, my leg hurts a little."
Cong Chun asked.
"Young master, shall I give you a massage?"
Duan Mingxiao nodded. He had already noticed that Cong Chun was flipping through the photo album again, looking at the picture of that tattered flower.
The young master only wanted Cong Chun's attention to be on him alone.
Cong Chun squatted down in front of Duan Mingxiao, carefully massaging his legs.
His technique was skillful; it seemed like this wasn't his first time doing something like this.
Grandma used to have shoulder pain, and Cong Chun would always help massage her shoulders.
Originally, Duan Mingxiao just wanted to find an excuse to get the other party's attention back to him.
Little did they expect that their cleverness would backfire. Cong Chun worked hard in the countryside every day, farming, carrying a hoe on his shoulder, and he had a lot of strength.
The young master was only pretending to be in pain, but now he's really in pain.
Cong Chun looked up and asked him, still confused.
"Isn't it too light?"
The young master, trying to save face, let out a groan.
"You can increase the pressure; your strength is like a kitten scratching its paw."
[Chun Chun is so strong, I'm fainting.]
[This hurts so much! This isn't a massage, it's torture!]
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then lowered her head and chuckled to herself, trying to hide it from Young Master Duan.
Duan Mingxiao saw the man's shrugging shoulders and looked annoyed.
His gaze fell on the boy in front of him.
What's Chun Chun laughing about?
Cong Chun immediately regained his composure.
A few seconds later, an evil thought popped into Duan Mingxiao's mind: he wanted to make the face in front of him show more expressions.
But when he thought of Cong Chun's timidity, the young master patted his head, trying to clear his head.
[You little ungrateful brat, you're having an allergic reaction and you're whimpering as you snuggle into my arms.]
[This young master is such a kind person, yet his good deeds go unrewarded.]
After the torture was over, Duan Mingxiao was filled with regret.
The next second, Cong Chun handed the art exhibition ticket from his pocket to Duan Mingxiao.
"Young Master, do you know where this ticket came from?"
An ugly face immediately flashed into Duan Mingxiao's mind, his expression cold and stern.
She recalled the scene of Lu Tinglan holding Cong Chun in his arms yesterday.
"It was probably given by some blind bastard."
Cong Chun frowned.
"Young Master, please stop swearing."
When Xiao Congchun was a child, his grandmother would slap him if he cursed.
However, judging by the frequency with which the young master curses, even if all four hands attacked at once, they wouldn't be able to slap him enough.
Duan Mingxiao had a sour look on his face.
[Tch, you're even defending him, what an idiot.]
[What kind of good person could be the one I scolded? And those who scolded me are even worse.]
[Trying to be reasonable? I just want to curse him, Lu Tinglan. Shameless! My fists will teach him a lesson.]
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao ruthlessly snatched the ticket from Cong Chun's hand.
He held the ticket between his well-defined knuckles and waved it in front of Cong Chun.
"I'll keep this ticket for you."
A moment later, Duan Mingxiao walked out of the room, glanced at Mengmeng who was beside him, and waved to the silly dog.
"Mengmeng, come here."
As he spoke, Duan Mingxiao decisively tore the ticket into pieces and threw them into the backyard.
Let Mengmeng pee on it.
[You pervert! You want to hit on my people too? Get lost!]
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