Chapter 92 An eyesore
"Ah Chan, stop joking with Xiao Chun."
A gentle smile played in Lu Tinglan's eyes; the man had maintained a kind and understanding demeanor throughout.
Lu Tinglan already knew that Duan Mingxiao wouldn't accept the tickets he offered, but the fact that the other party followed him here today was something Lu Tinglan hadn't expected.
It seems this young master is more difficult to deal with than I imagined.
Cong Chun, standing beside him, held a greater place in Duan Mingxiao's heart than Lu Tinglan herself had imagined.
Duan Mingxiao didn't feel ashamed at being recognized.
The young master took off the sunglasses that were perched on his nose, revealing his narrow eyes. The upturned corners of his eyes exuded a wild and arrogant air, making him extremely aggressive.
Duan Mingxiao undoubtedly possessed a handsome face, as if kissed by God. His boyish tone was nonchalant, and his meaningful gaze fell on Cong Chun.
"I never joke around."
Then the boy turned to look at Lu Tinglan and retorted without hesitation, his tone of the young master revealing a hint of disdain.
"have a finger in the pie."
Even with her good temper, Lu Tinglan's smile gradually narrowed to a straight line when she heard Duan Mingxiao's merciless words.
The man parted his thin lips slightly and looked at Duan Mingxiao, offering his advice in a gentle tone.
"Ah Chan should be more careful with his words in the future to avoid being misunderstood."
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow and chuckled, a hint of contempt in his eyes.
"That's how I talk."
"If you're not happy about it, just bear with it."
[Why isn't that stupid Chun speaking up for me? That pervert is even bullying me.]
Upon hearing this, Lu Tinglan's expression suddenly turned cold, and she became agitated.
Cong Chun keenly sensed that something was amiss.
Just like when a storm is coming, the chickens and ducks in the backyard will become especially restless.
Cong Chun stepped forward, his tone questioning. The boy pointed to the fake beard on Duan Mingxiao's chin, which looked like burnt rice stalks in the field.
"Young Master, why do you have a beard on your chin?"
Mingming Congchun met someone yesterday, and at that time the young master clearly didn't have a beard on his chin yet, but now it looks like a carrot's whiskers.
But at this moment, he also resembles the old man with a long beard in the village, who has the strength to work and farm.
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao raised his hand and decisively ripped off the fake beard from his chin.
The skin and flesh were so tightly connected that Duan Mingxiao couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
[What kind of fake props did that brat make? They're so cheap.]
After the fake beard was ripped off, Duan Mingxiao's chin instantly turned red.
Having lost face in front of his number one rival and Chun Chun, the young master's face was sour.
Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side, quickly pulled off his student-style wig and rubbed his pink hair.
All along the way, they had been stared at by people with strange eyes, and Ji Ruhui felt like a pervert.
Cong Chun couldn't help but start asking questions.
"Young master, would you like to come in with us to see the art exhibition?"
Duan Mingxiao glanced at Cong Chun, who was wearing a light-colored shirt. Light colors suit men well, especially since Cong Chun had fair skin. Although he always heard Cong Chun talking about farming or feeding chickens and ducks, Cong Chun looked like a fresh and tender little cabbage in the field.
Duan Mingxiao has absolutely no interest in anything other than cars and extreme sports.
But when he saw Cong Chun, he felt that she suited his taste in every way. His strong liking and possessiveness made him eager to have her.
Springtime naturally held a fatal attraction for him.
[Chun looks so good today. She doesn't even dress this well when she goes out with me normally.]
Duan Mingxiao felt a little jealous, and like a child throwing a tantrum, he just wanted to hide Cong Chun away so that only he could see her.
The young master praised him for being handsome?
Cong Chun's eyelashes trembled slightly, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Few people complimented his looks; aside from his family, most people said he was thin and looked malnourished.
Actually, Cong Chun's hair wasn't black when he was little; it was slightly yellow, and back then it really looked like a bunch of withered yellow straw.
However, Cong Chun is now taller and stronger than before, and he no longer goes hungry.
Upon hearing Cong Chun's question, Duan Mingxiao snorted coldly.
"Yeah, is that not allowed?"
[Could it be that Stupid Chun doesn't want to go to the art exhibition with me, but only wants to be alone with that perverted Lu?]
Upon hearing the young master's answer, Cong Chun's eyes revealed a hint of joy, and she stepped forward to take Duan Mingxiao's arm.
"Then let's go together."
"The four of us together."
Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side, was somewhat moved when she heard this. She didn't expect that Xiao Congchun would still remember her. A-Can didn't even treat her like a human being.
The group entered the art exhibition, which was elegantly decorated. Duan Mingxiao felt bored; he had seen all these paintings before, but he couldn't help but really like Cong Chun's work.
However, Duan Mingxiao remained standing between Lu Tinglan and Cong Chun, not giving them a chance to chat, while Cong Chun's attention was entirely focused on the paintings.
Duan Mingxiao was very interested in the person, and an idea couldn't help but come to mind. He then leaned close to Cong Chun's ear and whispered something.
"I'll take you somewhere on Saturday morning."
The warm breath brushed against Cong Chun's ear, sending shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but nod.
Lu Tinglan, standing to the side, fixed her dark eyes on the two of them.
What an eyesore!
Early morning, downstairs in the B2 student dormitory building.
A dark-colored Bugatti was parked on the side of the road. Duan Mingxiao leaned against the car door. The boy was wearing a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up slightly, revealing his strong and powerful forearms with prominent veins, exuding tension.
Boys rarely wear such light-colored clothes. On the one hand, Duan Mingxiao dislikes them because they are not resistant to getting dirty, and on the other hand, they are inconvenient and restrictive to move around.
The young master's long, strong legs were encased in his suit trousers, and the obsidian earring on his right ear gleamed coldly in the warm sunlight. He tilted his head slightly, revealing a long, slender neck with a prominent Adam's apple. Duan Mingxiao's gaze couldn't help but move upwards.
Cong Chun was also wearing a white shirt today. She leaned out of the dormitory window to look at him. Outside the window, there was lush greenery and a gentle breeze. Her hair danced in the wind, obscuring the boy's eyebrows and eyes.
Cong Chun glanced at the clothes she was wearing; they were the ones the young master had given her last night.
Duan Mingxiao said that he told Cong Chun to remember to change into it when he went out today.
Cong Chun looked down, his eyes slightly widening in surprise. The clothes the young master had given him were very similar to the ones he was wearing now, only the size was different.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun walked briskly downstairs, got into the car, and the two headed to their destination for the day.
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