The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Aunt He Xiao and Father Song were buried by the scenery. The son of the two of them, the 10-year-old child, has not yet woke up and can only survive on the equipment in the hospital.

As the only healthy adult son of the Song family at present, he rightfully received the property in the family.

Everything seems to be going well, but he is a furry kid, even if he is talented, he fights against those people.

Mingzhe did not intend to intervene, not to mention that he was so tempted by Song Chuanjin to seduce the teenager, he said that the Song family had two deaths and one injury. His doubts about Song Chuanjin were never let go.

Couldn't catch the evidence, Song Chuanjin's performance was remarkable. Although Ming Zhe always thought he was weird, he didn't plan to continue to observe.

It's not good to say, if He Qing had a deep affection for Aunt He, he would not even attend the funeral.

Watching the coffins of the two being put into the soil, He Qing looked at Song Chuanjin with red eyes.

It was raining, and he was wearing a black umbrella, his eyes were red, his eyes were full of blood, his face was tired and tired, but his back was straight.

"Brother." He Qing came to him hesitantly and asked in a low voice, "How is the cousin? Last time I wanted to see, the doctor only let the glass be far away."

"Not awake yet." Song Chuanjin withdrew his gaze on the tombstone and looked fixedly at the teenager, his eyes full of fragility.

"A Qing, in the future, I will really be alone."

The boy looked at him with sympathy, "Brother, I am also your relative, I will..."

Song Chuanjin stood straight, watching the teenager's worried and intimate consolation, but his eyes fell on his neck, where a small throat was rolling up and down with He Qing's voice, his eyes burning.

Can't help but start to think, if at this time leaning over to contain the small throat, will the teenager shyly push him away, or will he slap in his arms half-push?

Somewhere under him began to get hot, but he still looked like a decent gentleman.

"brother?"

He Qing only felt that he looked strangely at his own eyes, making him want to leave without control, and could not help shouting at the moment.

Song Chuanjin withdrew his eyes casually, his hoarse voice said in a deep voice, "A Qing, thank you."

"Thank you, you are my brother."

The boy said to him in full confidence as usual.

Song Chuanjin darkened his eyes and stared at the teenager, he nodded and said softly, "Yes, I am yours, brother."

Only, he doesn't just want to be this brother, what can he do.

He Qing didn't find his pause. After comforting Song Chuanjin who had just lost his father, he was about to leave. Behind him came a man's magnetic voice, faintly unhappy.

"A Qing."

"uncle!"

He Qing looked back in surprise, and was seeing the man approaching here. He came to Mingzhe and asked with a delicate touch of his sleeve, "Aren't you saying you can't come?"

"Don't worry about you."

Mingzhe allowed him to pull himself and looked up at Song Chuanjin, who was holding a black umbrella, his eyes gloomy.

"Come on, the tombstone is up, it's time to go back."

"Ok……"

The teenager nodded and said to Song Chuanjin who was looking over, "Brother, I'll go back first."

Song Chuanjin stood and looked at the back of the two leaving.

He Qing relied on the man's arm, and Mingzhe did not stop him. Instead, he let him approach him. He looked sideways at the teenager, his eyes soft, as if he was looking at his only one.

I don't know if he noticed his gaze. The man embraced the young man and suddenly looked back at Song Chuanjin. His eyes were full of warnings, but his eyes were full of vinegar.

Song Chuanjin was not as scared as he used to be, but instead gave a light smile at Mingzhe. He raised his eyebrows, provocative in his eyes. Sure enough, Mingzhe's face was even more ugly.

"Uncle?" The teenager found that the man was not going, and raised his head in doubt, and looked at him softly.

"It's okay." Ming Zhe lowered his head, and the magnetic voice coaxed him, "Go away."

He Qing's obedient obedient, big and small figures, slowly left Song Chuanjin's sight.

When he could no longer see their figure, he was determined to recover.

The hand gently stroked the lower lip, pulling a ridiculous smile.

"uncle?"

——

He Qing, who returned home, went upstairs as usual, and waited to see his baby flower bones before returning to the living room.

When he came down, Ming Zhe was watching TV. The teenager walked over curiously. Seeing that it was actually a food channel, he sat down happily and watched it.

"Uncle, do you like watching this too?"

He had just finished speaking, and suddenly remembered something, took out his phone and looked at it on his sticky note, and his expression suddenly became excited.

The teenager was squeezed close to the man, holding his big hand skillfully, while playing with slender fingers casually, he asked unintentionally, "Does Uncle want to eat this dish?"

Mingzhe spoiled him to play with his own hands, and his eyes fell on the food channel, explaining with a chuckle, "Just take a look."

"Ah..." He Qing couldn't mention the interest anymore.

He thought he finally found something his uncle liked.

Reluctantly leaning on the man, the teenager whispered, "Uncle, do you want to eat this dish?"

"A Qing wants to eat?"

Mingzhe lowered his head in doubt, and wiped a handful of He Qingbai's tender face. "If you want to eat, write down the name. I will let the kitchen do it."

What the kitchen does! He wanted to do it himself!

He Qing was not well when he was a child and was trapped in his home. In addition to reading books, he usually watched TV, or raised his own flowers and plants. It can be said that most of his three views were learned from TV.

Make a meal for the person you like, or the dishes he loves, which will definitely move him!

Thinking excitedly, He Qing softened his voice and rubbed the man's hand, "Uncle and uncle, please tell me what you like best!"

Mingzhe was sitting well and was almost unable to control himself after being rubbed by the teenager. His eyes slipped into the shirt worn by He Qing, his legs moved uncomfortably, and he didn't speak.

"Hurry tell me!"

The teenager didn't find his anomaly at all, and continued to rub against him without knowing his life, his eyes full of expectation.

Mingzhe swallowed the throat knot, "He Qing is burnt."

He Qing froze.

The man raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes full of seriousness and eagerness to try, "Salmon is also enough."

After talking, seeing the teenager seemed frightened, he added, "You must take off your clothes."

"uncle!!"

This young man knew what he was talking about, even if he was dull, and suddenly pushed him away with angrily, and da da da went upstairs to see his own flowers.

In the living room, only Mingzhe was left alone.

The TV is talking about 18 methods of crabs. The handsome man smiled and bowed his head, looking at his brother who was excited just by imagination.

It will be a few days before you endure.

The teenager ran upstairs, but when he reached the corner, he received a call from Song Chuanjin.

His voice was full of gentleness, "A Qing, there is one thing that needs your help."

"I?"

The teenager who had just run upstairs angrily ran down pitifully and squeezed beside the man.

Finally, Mingzhe, who lowered his anger by willpower, finally said: "...say, what do you want to do."

"Brother Chuan Jin asked me to give it to my uncle." The teenager handed his mobile phone to show him.

As soon as he heard the name, the man's eyebrows could not stop tightening, "What is he doing to you?"

"Uncle, look."

The teenager handed the phone to the man and said timidly, "Brother Chuan Jin just inherited the company, and those people are not convinced of him, so he just..."

"So he hit my mind on me?"

Mingzhe leaned back directly, "Don't watch."

"Uncle..." He Qing didn't think he was reacting like this, and he was a little anxious. He shyly walked over and whispered pleadingly, "Brother Chuan Jin is very pitiful, the younger sister just left, and the company's people still bullied him..."

Men are not so naive as usual, but at the moment there is a soft pleading sound from the young man, and the anger in his heart cannot be suppressed.

More, it is still uncertain.

At the beginning, Song Chuanjin and He Qing were together because he threatened to force the two to break up. Although the youngsters were shy and not repulsive about his love, he still kept this thorn in his heart.

He knows that A Qing hasn't started, but if he doesn't like anything, how can he promise to be with Song Chuanjin...

Moreover, he could break up with Song Chuanjin under the threat of bamboo board at first, would he treat him like this in the future?

"Uncle, just take a look. If you don't think it's feasible, you won't agree to the big deal."

The more Mingzhe wanted the darker his face, when the boy begged him, he responded hard, "I don't want to see it."

He Qing deflated, feeling aggrieved.

"You don't look, I don't like you anymore."

The man's pupil narrowed sharply, turning his head to look at the teenager, "What are you talking about?"

His excitement was a little louder, which scared the boy with a tremble, and the expression that had just been wronged suddenly became even more wronged.

"If you don't look, don't look. What are you doing?"

The corners of Ming Zhe’s mouth were lifted uncontrollably, and his eyes were full of joy, grabbing the young Bai Nen tender little hands, "A Qing, what did you just say?"

"Me, that's what I said..."

He Qing began to counsel.

He whispered in a small voice, "Uncle, you can see if I like you."

The man's eyes were bright, he picked up the phone, "I'll just watch it."

"A Qing, you repeat what you just said."

"Oh……"

The teenager nodded stunnedly. Although he didn't quite understand why, he still repeated it obediently, "Uncle can't see if I like you."

--like.

The angle of the handsome man's raised lips couldn't fall completely. He lowered his head to cover his overly excited expression, and his eyes fell on the phone.

With a slight cough, the magnetic voice was calm, "Uncle likes you too."