The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Such a scene appeared on the street.

The discouraged teenager walked slowly with limping lame, while walking, turning his head to reprimand the man behind him, "Don't follow me, I don't want to see you!"

Zuo Feng has been following behind the boy without any hassle. He was not angry when he was rushed by. He didn't hear what he should do. He still lingered behind He Qing slowly.

"I told you not to follow me!"

He Qing is now sad, and can't help being angry at the man who has been following him all the time behind him. "Even if you follow me all the time, I will never like men!"

Zuo Feng nodded calmly, "I know."

The teenager looked at him suspiciously, tentatively took two steps forward, never turned his head, and kept staring at the left wing, and as a result, the man walked forward two steps slowly in front of him.

The air seemed to freeze for two seconds, and He Qing was all blown up. "Don't you follow me, didn't you hear it!"

The man smiled at him, "Don't be sad, she is so beautiful, it's strange to have no boyfriend."

"Who's sad, I'm angry. You followed me all the time!" The young boy refused to admit it. When he saw it, a smile appeared on his left lips.

"Want to have a drink? I invite."

He Qing looked at the man disdainfully. Does He Young Master seem to be a person who lacks such a little money?

Half an hour later

"I just want a hug. It's best to be able to hug and sleep together at night. You can also accompany me to watch ghost films. Why do they call me a pervert!"

The teenager drank his face flushed, even his eyes were flushed, as if he was about to cry, and said wronged, "Did I not explain it already? Just hug, nothing else, why they are Don’t believe me! Does He Qing’s credibility look like he is going bankrupt!!"

Zuo Feng was about to pour the wine while holding the wine glass. Hearing his last words, one laughed without holding back.

Don’t look at He Qing being drunk, his hearing is still there, and he turned around the next second after hearing the man’s laughter, a pair of pretty apricot eyes who drank the wine because he drank it, "Laughs What! What is so funny!"

The man had a smile that could not help but smile. He drank a lot of wine, and his head was a little dull at the moment. He slowly stood up and walked over to the teenager. He put his lips close to his ears under his confused eyes.

"A Qing, if I told you, I would rub it, if I didn't go in, would you believe it?"

He Qing stared at him for a long time and couldn't remember what he meant, but he could feel that this person wanted to slap himself.

So he called back decisively, "Believe, why not believe it, I am a reputable person myself, and of course treat others like this."

Zuo Feng's eyes were also a little red. Hearing his words, he originally wanted to return to his position and paused. He squinted slightly and looked at the teenager.

His voice was slightly hoarse at the moment, falling in He Qing's ears, nice and sexy, "but I have a bad reputation."

"No, it doesn't matter."

The teenager didn’t even think about what he said before. As soon as he stretched his arm, he put it directly on the left forward’s shoulder, struggling on his feet, learning to speak in his ear like a man, "I, I'll talk to you Say, what is most important between people is trust!"

"I trust you today, and you will be infected with me. Even if you used to be a person who doesn't count, you will surely be stable for my trust, right?"

His words were full of self-confidence and touched by his obsession with himself. Zuo Feng lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes fixed on the teenager.

He Qing looks good, all over his body is made of crystal, is delicate and beautiful, but Zuo Feng thinks that he is the most beautiful, it should be these eyes.

Translucent and translucent, there is no color that an adult should have, but it is more like a childish eye that is not contaminated. Every time when he looks over with trust, Zuo Feng always needs to stay in the bedroom or bathroom for a long time. Used to calm down areas that you should not be excited about.

However, at this moment, for the first time, Zuo Feng did not have the idea of ​​not being at all harmonious. He and the teenager tried to open their beautiful eyes, and their voices were deep, "Do you really believe me?"

"Well! I believe you!"

He Qing nodded confidently, a slightly silly smile on his face, and a small cute dimple on the left cheek looming.

What kind of contradictory person is this?

On the one hand, he can chase the girl with affectionate looks, and on the other hand, he can change his goal after three days. It is also full of affection and also uses all kinds of methods to approach the people he likes.

If it were not for Zuo Feng who had been in contact with the teenager for so many days, he would clearly see He Qing as a person, maybe he would also feel that He Qing was indeed a big radish.

But why?

If this is love, then his love has changed too fast.

"A Qing, what kind of person do you like?"

The drunken teenager stumbled steadily, burped, and answered seriously, "Good-looking!"

Looks good? What is the reason?

Zuo Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and continued to ask, "Apart from these, what are your requirements?"

"Ask..." He Qing paused, frowning a little bit distressedly, and finally said vaguely, "The figure is beautiful, the eyes are beautiful, the mouth is beautiful, it must be comfortable to touch, and... white. ..."

The man listened and listened to the white expression, looked down at his wheaten skin, and coughed, "Is there any?"

"And... looks good!"

Zuo Feng couldn't help crying and laughing, "Anything as long as it looks good?"

The young man blushed and pondered for a while before focusing on his head, "I like it as long as I look good!"

"But, but I tell you."

He was not stable at the moment, and his swaying eyes would fall. Fortunately, at the critical moment, Zuo Feng supported him. He Qing stood upright by him, lowering his head slowly and looking at himself. Grabbing his arm, he slowly raised his head and smiled at the man, "Thank you."

His smile was full of trust and sweetness. Zuo Feng looked at him, his eyes slowly sinking, and his throat began to roll up and down.

"You just said what you want to say, then continue."

"Well, yes, yes, I want to say...Although I like all pretty-looking girls, but we are Chinese, we have to bear in mind eight honors and eight shames, and we must not split our legs because the girl looks good, and even if she is long No matter how good-looking it is, in the case of a girlfriend, it is absolutely, definitely not to look at it more!"

Although he always felt weird, he was right in saying this. Zuo Feng nodded to the teenager, "You are right."

"Do you know how I knew this?"

The teenager cried with a sad face and raised his head, "Rong Rong told me, she gave me a slap after whining, and it hurt me..."

He said, seeing Zuo Feng looking at himself, he felt even more aggrieved, and wowed and cried out, "Rong Rong agreed to hug me with me at night that day..."

Looking at the miserable teenager crying like a child, Zuo Feng was silent.

That is to say, that night, the girl named Rong Rong was willing to talk to He Qing. He Qing looked at another girl that day, and the girl slapped him, and the hug was gone.

He didn't know whether he should be happy first, or should sympathize.

Finally, only comfort, "Don't cry, you can hear outside."

The crying of the teenager stopped almost immediately. He wiped his tears, chuckled, and sat on the chair, red eyes choked with a voice, "I can't let them see me cry, or else say me No more masculinity."

"How come I am gone!"

He almost grieved and dropped his tears again, "Don't they be afraid when watching ghost films! Why can't I be afraid along with me!"

Zuo Feng tried to hold back his smile and gently patted He Qing's back as a soothing gesture. "I have done it. Next time I will accompany you to see it. You are afraid."

He Qing has completely forgotten what happened between him and this person. It was when he was sad and sad. Hearing this sentence was like hearing redemption, and raised his eyes gratefully, "Brother, you are so good."

He had just cried and his eyes were red at the moment, but they were very bright. When he stared straight at the left front, there seemed to be stars in his eyes.

The man's appeased clapping hands slowed down. He only felt that his throat was dry and thirsty, and his voice was hoarse. "A Qing, as long as it looks good, do you like it?"

The teenager looked at him confusedly for a while, and then nodded awkwardly, "I still need a good figure!"

How ordinary is his request, why can't he find a suitable girlfriend who can stay together for a long time?

I was thinking that the hand on the table was picked up by the person and guided, and fell on a thin layer of abdominal muscles. It still fluctuated with the movement of the master of the abdominal muscles.

He Qing looked down suspiciously and squeezed smoothly, quite comfortable.

"Looks good, looks good, how do you like me?"

The teenager looked up in amazement and faced a beautiful face.

Zuo Feng was drunk, and at the moment two blushes flew up on his cheeks, and then matched with that beautiful face, it was called Mei Ruo Tao Hua, how green the face was, and he looked straight at the moment.

But in the end, he still brought a little regret and shook his head slowly, "You, you can't..."

The man's expectant face dimmed at a rate visible to the naked eye, "Why? I don't look good? My body is not good??"

"You are too dark." The teenager moved his white and tender hands away from the abdominal muscles with a little disgust.

"I like being white, you are a black girl, don't want it."