The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Yan Bei stretched out his hand unconsciously, pinched two on his tender and smooth face, and after a teenager was almost panicked to avoid it, he turned his eyebrows angrily, "So stingy, I helped you!"

He Qing lowered his head, Nono whispered, "Thank you..."

Who wants his thanks! Just open the clothes and let him touch his belly obediently!

He also wanted to say a few words, but he was too scared to raise his head when he saw the advice, and he was too lazy to say anything. He grabbed the young man's left hand and put it in his palm.

Yan Bei was struggling, and the back of his tender hand suddenly pulled away. He looked at the teenager with a disgruntled expression, "He Qing, do you want to fight?"

Pulling a strong hand directly, Yan Bei was threatened.

"No, not..."

The whispered and cowardly refuted, clearly his own hand, but the teenager behaved as if he had done something wrong and was generally uneasy.

He lowered his head, his voice timid, "Can you let me go first..."

"Why me!" Yan Bei completely forgot that this hand belonged to others, and looked upset with a frown.

"Yanbei!"

A few good people who played with Yan Bei usually gathered around and asked with gossip, "Who was the man just now?"

One of them had sharp eyes and glanced at the hands they were holding, "Yo, what are you two doing?"

They are also people who usually fight, and since they came over, the teenagers dared not even raise their heads.

He was a little flustered, but the people around him slammed his hand away, because he was too hard. He Qing slammed his hand against the iron table without precautions. His left hand was almost instantly red.

"Teasing him to play." In the ear is Yan Bei's indifferent voice, He Qing lowered his head, listening to the people above saying, "A mother cannon, what is fun."

"He has a good hand and feels comfortable, or should you try it?" Yan Bei said, pulling a hand that was still red with the teenager, "It's not slippery."

Being judged like a cargo, the teenager's lips were humiliated, and he withdrew his hands hard and hid under the table.

In the face of the brother, being hit by a counselor, Yan Bei's face sank immediately, ignoring He Qing's struggle, and pulled his hand out.

"I didn't give the money, don't you hear it like that!"

"Can't see it, does this counseling still make you money?" A few people laughed exaggeratedly as if they heard some jokes. "It's the same as selling ass!"

"Eh, don't say, you give him some money, he might sell it!"

"Hahaha Yanbei, do you want to try it!"

With their words, the boy's body became more and more stiff. He tried to pull his hand back, but Yan Bei pulled it more vigorously on the table.

In the end, he was pressed like a cargo on the table, with Yan Beiyang's proud voice in his ear, "Touch it!"

"You let go... let me go..."

He Qing's eyes were already red, and he bit his humiliation humiliatingly, trying to let Yan Bei free himself.

A few people who were not interested in touching a man were interested in seeing him crying or crying.

"Eh, he cried, cried, cried..."

"Why don't you just touch your hand, cry like a lady!"

"Yan Bei, you live with him, is he a woman?"

Yan Bei didn't take He Qing cry seriously, how many times did he see He Qing cry in the past two days, he pressed the boy's hand and spoke with several people.

"Picked off his clothes and saw that he should be a man."

"That's not sure hahahaha, let's take off our pants now and take a look..."

Several people are usually used to making jokes, and no one takes it seriously, but listening to the ears of a teenager who grew up in malice is full of panic.

The warmth that was raised because of Yan Bei's help to himself was covered by fear and panic. He dared not stay any longer, and he vigorously withdrew his hands and ran out.

Yan Bei was thrown away, and in front of him was the panicked staggering back of the teenager, watching him leave as if he were avoiding any flood beasts. He was inexplicably uncomfortable.

The buddies around me were still teasing each other, "Look, scare people away, blame you!"

"It's all about me, he couldn't help teasing..."

"Okay, you have to go back to your seat and you will have class in a while."

Seeing Yan Bei's tone was not so good, a few people who were still hippie smiling looked at him face to face, standing up, "Yan Bei, where are you going?"

Yan Bei did not answer, and walked straight out of the classroom.

[I am a petite flower that nobody pitys and is insulted indiscriminately. No one cares about me, some just disdain and stay away...

The pale-faced teenager stood staring at the lake, staring at the lake in a daze, as if he would jump in the next moment, [Tong~ You said, is our family north and north now guilty? 】

[Want to know, host, give me points and let me tell you. 】

[Nasty, even you come to bully me, this delicate flower! ] He Qing chuckled in his heart. [You don’t say I also know that Yan Bei will not be guilty. He should come out to find me now. 】

[I’m afraid I won’t touch him because I’m angry. 】

[But...] The teenager slowly crouched down and sat on the grass by the lake with a sad look. [Yan Bei’s favor, it was a little slow, and it was not enough to give him a hug. 】

[You have to give him some excitement~]

When Yan Bei approached all the way, he saw the young Xiao Se turned his back on his back. He coughed, He Qing shook, and he flinched and ran away.

He strode forward with a sullen face, and easily took the teenager to death, his voice full of anger, "He Qing, what are you running!"

Grabbed hard by him, the cowardly young man who did not dare to resist seemed to eat the bear heart leopard gallbladder, pushing Yan Bei desperately to escape.

Yan Bei restrained him easily and looked down. He Qing cried again.

"Why are you crying again, isn't it just a few jokes!"

Yan Bei’s childhood life was smooth and smooth, making him completely unable to feel the harm brought about by these jokes. For teenagers crying every moment, he was full of impatience.

How could this person be so comfortable, Yan Bei tried to make a smile, "Okay, you don't like me not to let them say that in the future, go back to class."

Facing his false consolation, He Qing was not fooled at all. He wiped his tears, "Don't touch my hand in the future..."

Hearing his words, Yan Bei's eyes were dull, but his face was still hippie smiling, "OK, just rub your belly!"

"I'm talking about..." The teenager choke on reiterated, "Don't touch me again."

"I didn't take the money you put on the table. Don't you..."

"He Qing!" An angry, gloomy voice sounded, and the teenager raised his eyes in panic, but saw the cold light of the face across the face.

Yan Bei froze his face and pulled off the gentle mask, "Are you threatening me now?"

"I...I didn't..." Frightened by his tone, He Qing panicked at once, and he stepped back with a white face, "I don't want your money... don't touch me again..."

Having lived with the teenager for such a long time, Yan Bei knew how timid he really was, deliberately shook his fist, and said murmured, "I just want to touch you, if you don't touch me, I will fight you!"

"Last time I fought, you look at it, how about it? Would you like to give it a try?"

In the fight that affected the nightmare of the teenager, in fact, Yan Bei also remembered that when he received the news that day, the little outsider extorted one of his brothers. Yan Bei could not bear it, and it was a beating with him.

When he begged the man on his knees to beg for mercy, Yan Bei looked up with satisfaction, and he saw the thin, small boy with fear in his eyes looking at him in the distance, and when he saw him, the boy ran away in a panic.

Yan Bei only felt a little familiar at the time, and when he saw the teenager again, he was sitting at the desk and writing something quietly.

He Qing's facial features are beautiful, his face is small, his skin is fair, Yan Bei sees him, there is only one idea in his mind, his face looks very slippery, I don't know if it is good to touch.

Later, he knew that He Qing was very timid and did not like to provoke trouble. The quiet was like a dumb. In the past, Yan Bei was too lazy to tease him, but since the two lived in a dormitory, every time they saw the teenager look over in fear, Yan Bei wanted to bully him with cheap hands.

I also know to what extent this person's courage is so small.

Turning his wrist, Yan Bei made a move, "Obviously, let me hug and sleep, and beat me up, choose one yourself!"

Yan Bei observed that every time he threatened with force, He Qing was very scared. What he said was what it should be, and it should be the same this time.

The fist that could hit a person with a fist was in front of him. In He Qing's mind was the man's wailing with blood on his face. He didn't have any blood on his white face, but he insisted on closing his eyes.

"You hit me!"

"I hate being touched by others! Even if you kill me, I won't listen to you anymore!"

He was afraid of men's touch because of his previous shadow. Today, Yan Bei pressed his hands to let others touch him. Even if he was beaten, He Qing didn't want to be manipulated by Yan Bei anymore.

He was scared even with his lips, his eyelashes were trembling nervously, and a pair of tears were about to be scared, but he firmly raised his face and aimed at Yan Bei's fist.

Is scaring really useless?

Yan Bei narrowed his eyes, "He Qing, do you think I dare not hit you?"

He has grown accustomed to being a bully, where can he tolerate someone disobeying himself, and now throwing a fist with a cold face, beating with momentum, "I count three times, if you agree, I will let go, if I don't agree..."

"three two……"

"Yan Bei! What are you doing!" A serious middle-aged man stood in the distance, "No bullying of classmates!"

Yan Bei's eyes faded coldly, and he withdrew his hand uncomfortably, watching the middle-aged man hurry up, "I didn't start, I scared him."

"Old uncle, I went to class."

"Eh! Eh! You stop me!"

Seeing this boy running faster than anyone else, the middle-aged teacher sighed and looked at the teenager looking at him with a white face. He coughed slightly and his voice softened. "Classmate, did he bully you? Tell me. , I will help you decide."

After escaping, He Qing's back was wet. He didn't dare to complain. He cowardly lowered his eyes. "He didn't bully me, thank you teacher."

In the distance, on the railing beside the bridge, the gentle man witnessed the whole journey, watching the back of the younger boy who was thinner because he was farther away, and a gentle smile was raised in the corner of his mouth.

It seems that A Qing, as before, was rejected by everyone.

that is really good.

【Ding! Wen Hui favors: 70, please host to make persistent efforts. 】

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Yan Bei returned to the classroom with a sigh of relief, and specially changed the previous position. The sullen face made those fox friends who dare not dare to provoke him.

The brain was full of teenagers shaking their eyelashes, closing their eyes and waiting for him to fight.

It's such a cheap bone. I'd rather let him fight rather than give him a few strokes, or not give him no money.

He Qing is willing to be those disgusting Barra models for money, so why can't he be held in bed.

If he didn't like He Qing's skin, when he saw him as a model, Yan Bei had already thrown people out!

He also gave double the money, and that counsel was unwilling!

Yan Beiyue became more and more angry, wasn't it just a nice pillow!

Wherever he can find a bunch of such, but also such a crying counselor?

Yan Bei was even more angry when she thought of buying He Qing in order to please him.

If you don’t touch it, don’t touch it, like who is rare!

When the teenager walked into the classroom carefully and found that Yan Bei had changed position, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Bei is no longer haunting him.

He almost sat down happily, and he didn't find Yan Beizheng, who changed his seat, staring at him.

Because of the absence of Yan Bei's interference, the class after the teenager was very smooth. Until after school, I never looked up at the person in front.

On the contrary, it was Yan Bei, who couldn’t listen to the class, and didn’t want to play with the phone. His mind was as slippery as the silk.

Even if I hadn't felt it before, now I have tasted the sweetness and let him give up. What Yan Bei felt was not reconciled.

Why doesn't He Qing let people touch it...

Just after class, He Qing was planning to go to the cafeteria, and the teacher on the rostrum stopped him, "He Qing, you help me to get the papers to the office, they are on the table."

Yan Bei slept on the table and heard the boy's name, sitting upright, his eyes full of disdain.

The teacher's office is on another floor, at least 20 minutes back and forth, but also holding a class of papers, not to mention that it is now meal time, so this counseling will be arranged to run errands, other people are so stupid.

It's just this kind of counseling, dare to refuse him.

Seeing the teenager disappearing behind the door, Yan Bei dropped the pen and kicked off the stool with a gloomy face and stood up.

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The teenager pursed his lips nervously and walked in a panic on the long corridor. Behind him, the sound of leather shoes on the ground followed him.

He Qing was holding the paper that the teacher asked for. He was almost afraid of red eyes. His footsteps became more and more anxious. The leather shoes behind him hit the ground faster and faster. Finally, he was held on the shoulder and dragged easily to Unmanned reference room.

"A Qing..." The man pressed the man heavily against the wall, obsessed with sniffing his fragrance, "You are not good today, how can you refuse me..."

The teenager was scared and stiff, and the paper was spilled all over the floor.

"A Qing doesn't come to me because you don't need me anymore?" Wen Hui didn't care about his stiff, thin, sniffing neck like a beast in a pretty boy.

His voice was gentle, like a whisper between lovers, but the words he said filled the teenager with despair, "Little Aqing, those lovely and fascinating pictures of you, are still in my hands..."

"You said that if these photos were sent out, what would everyone think of you?"

"A male prostitute?"

"I didn't..." Biting the lip hard even to the point of biting bleeding, the young man endured the trembling of fear, choking with a choked voice, "It's you..."

"Yeah." Wen Hui's face was tender, and her large hands with thin cocoons gently stroked the juvenile's smooth cheeks. "I forced you, but if you say these words, do you think anyone will believe it?"

"Everyone will say that A Qing is really a good boy. For the sake of life-saving mother, he will not hesitate to sell his body and sell himself to a man, won't he?"

Seeing that the teenager was scared by his own words, the gentleman with a gentle appearance smiled, "Okay, don't be afraid, I like Xiao Aqing so much, how can I show your body to outsiders."

"A Qing, I used to be wrong, I was too rude to you, and you run away so scared, but this time, I won't..."

Holding the boy tenderly, the man said softly, "Come with me, will you?"

He Qing's face was white, and the tears came down, "I...I..."

"Good..." Only when he agreed, Wen Hui stood up and stroked the young man's cheek comfortably, "I know A Qing also likes me, doesn't he?"

Under his implicit threat, the teenager was crying in despair, imprisoned by a man in his arms.

Following the voice to find the data room, Yan Bei coldly looked through the window and looked at the two people hugging inside.

Yan Bei's face was gloomy, his hands clenched into fists.

This is what He Qing said is not to be touched?