He Qing didn't expect to just read a book for a while, and looked up to see that the sky was actually dark. He panicked out of the school and planned to run to a nearby business to make a phone call to the driver to pick it up.

Now I only hope that my uncle has not returned...

Just thinking, a luxury car stopped in front of him.

The boy paled and looked at the car that he sat in school every day and took a step back.

The car window behind opened, revealing the somber man's face in the dark, his voice low, as if forcibly suppressing anger.

"boarding."

He Qing was ignorant, and he explained subconsciously, "Uncle, I didn't mean it..."

Mingzhe pulled the door open and said coldly, "Don't let me say it again."

Uncle is really angry...

I have never heard the harsh tone of a man. The teenager was too scared to speak, and he got into the car tremblingly.

There was a faint scent in the car and a comfortable cushion underneath, but He Qing's nervous body was stiff.

As soon as he got into the car, the car started to drive towards the house. The boy looked at the man's face with a white face, and he was frightened back by his suppressed anger.

Speaking of which He Qing grew up spoiled by Ming Zhe since he was a child, the number of times a man angered him was rare, but he didn't know why he was afraid of Ming Zhe getting angry, especially after he was beaten last time.

Seeing that he was about to arrive home, Mingzhe didn't ask for guilt along the way. He didn't even say a word to him. The boy hesitated for a long time before he dared to sit quietly next to the man.

He stretched out and pulled his clothes again, and shouted timidly, "Uncle..."

Mingzhe didn't pay attention to him, but looked forward with his eyes heavy.

He Qing knew that he had done something wrong, but looking at the man's disregard for his inexplicable grievances in his heart, he was grieved and scared, so he silently withdrew his hand.

I was comforting myself, my uncle hurt him so much, he went home and explained it, it would be fine.

When the car entered the yard, the man took the lead to pull the door out of the car and walked in. Only the teenager looked at his back timidly and moved his heel behind him in small steps.

He really didn't dare to enter the door. Uncle wouldn't hit his palm again.

Thinking of the terrible pain last time, the teenager's white and tender face wrinkled, and the movements under his feet slowed down again.

However, the distance between the car and the house was so little. Even if he climbed like a snail, he would soon arrive. When he stepped into the entrance, under the bright lights, he saw a handsome man in a black formal suit taking a bamboo board from the housekeeper.

Long and flat, it must hurt when you hit it.

The teenager's eyes were round for a moment, and the legs moving on the snail seemed to grow on the ground, unable to exert any strength.

"come."

Seeing the man holding the terrible thing in his hand and screaming at himself, He Qing was scared and took a step back.

"Uncle, uncle, I was wrong..."

While apologizing, he looked at the bamboo board with a pair of beautiful, round eyes, and relaxed, "I know the wrong uncle..."

The boy’s voice was soft, timid, and full of helplessness, "Don’t hit me..."

If he always talked to Mingzhe in this tone, he must have coaxed people in his arms early, but now?

The man glanced at the butler who was waiting, and the butler understood and sighed and stepped forward to pull the teenager past.

"Master, you are obedient and admit your mistake..."

He Qing's health was not good since childhood, and his strength was not much. He was easily dragged over. His body was stiff like a stone, and his eyes were staring at the scary bamboo board.

"Sorry uncle, I just read the book and forgot the time, I..."

His explanation Mingzhe no longer listened, the man watched coldly as the butler placed the bench that had been prepared in the middle of the living room, "get down."

The teenager was terrified and stared at the bench unwilling to step forward.

"Master, please listen to the gentleman's words, and be less bitter..." The housekeeper persuaded, "The anger of the gentleman, you don't know when you will be beaten."

Tears had already accumulated in He Qing's eyes, and the teenager whose tears were rolling in his eyes looked pitifully at the man, trying to make him give up hitting himself.

"Uncle, I know I'm wrong. I shouldn't be back so late..." He said, looking at the bamboo board with his gaze, and suddenly his voice was shaking, "Please don't hit me, I'm obedient..."

Mingzhe's complexion remained calm, and he was unimpressed.

"How did you tell me? Let's go out with Huo Tianhao?"

The young man's face was suddenly white like paper.

"me……"

"There wasn't much lesson last time, did you really think that I wouldn't strike hard?"

Mingzhe's eyes were dull and full of disappointment, "I didn't give you what you want? I lied to me."

The uncle who had been spoiling himself looked at it with this disappointed look. He Qing's heart was half cold, and the tears that had been swirling in his eyes finally couldn't help but fall down, and fell to the ground along his white cheeks.

"I just spoiled you too much to make you like this." The man said more and more angry, "Get down, don't let me say it again!"

In his sight, the teenager sobbed, like a small animal isolated from all the survival paths, slowly lying on the bench.

He dared not resist, so he lay so obediently, sobbing pitifully, waiting for the bamboo board to fall.

He Qing's appearance was too pitiful, Mingzhe's expression eased for a second, and soon he became cold again.

He was holding a bamboo board, and under the eyes of the young man who was scared of tears, he fell on his little butt.

"It hurts...Uncle, uncle hurts..."

Almost the next second after the board fell, the boy stiffened for a moment, then cried out loudly. He didn't dare to struggle. He could only grasp the bench under him, shaking his voice and begging for clarity.

"Uncle don't fight, I'm so hurt..."

This time was different from last time. Mingzhe was so angry. Hearing the young man's pleading not only did not feel weak, but also dropped a stick.

"Woo--"

The pain increased, and He Qing cried more loudly, begging wildly.

The man froze his face, hitting it one by one until the teenager crying on the chair began to weaken, and no longer begged, but the butler who had been anxiously turned around quickly stopped him.

"Sir, you can't fight anymore. The young master is weak. If you fight again, something will happen."

Mingzhe dropped the stick in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. When he saw the crying eyes of the teenager red and sorrowful, he looked at himself sorrowfully, and then he lowered his voice and said loudly.

"Go and put these things away and use them next time."

And next time!

The tearful boy who had been crying was scared and began to choke, his eyes full of fear.

"Hurry up!"

The man's stern tone was in his ear. He Qing was crying, trying to move, and found that the **** was a pain, and the cry was even worse.

He choked with a choked voice and choked back, "Can't get up..."

Why is it so useless!

Mingzhe was still cold, showing that the young man with a pale white face was crying red, holding the pitiful look of the bench, or walked over and hugged the man up.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

He Qing whispered softly, but the head leaned close to the man who had just beaten himself, with a crying voice, he was very wronged, "Buttock hurts..."

"It's right to know the pain!" Mingzhe's men lightened a bit, but his face was still cold and hard, "Dare you dare to lie next time?"

He Qing sobbed and reached out to hug the man, let him take him away, his voice choked with a pitiful voice, "I dare not..."

Mingzhe used to read many books about educating young people in order to raise children, but none of them relied on parents so much after being beaten.

He didn't refute or cry, but just hugged himself like he held the world, and said in a small voice that he would never dare again.

The man's voice softened, "If you don't dare, just do it."

He carried the man upstairs and walked to interrogate, "Today I lied to be with Huo Tianhao, where did he actually go?"

The teenager wiped his tears and whispered in pain, "My aunt asked me..."

Mingzhe's face looked better than before.

He Qing knew that he hated Aunt He, and it made sense to lie to meet Aunt He.

It's much better than the premature love rebellion he had thought about before.

As he went up the stairs, he looked down at the crying teenager leaning in his arms, and there was a little more tenderness in the man's eyes.

"Why don't you want to see her and tell me? Is it necessary to lie?"

He Qing also regretted his intestines at the moment. If he knew that he would be hit like this, he would never lie to anyone.

The **** hurts badly, and He Xiaoyi is away with each other, the young man is wronged and sad, and whispered, "Uncle doesn't like me to see my aunt."

Is it because of him?

Mingzhe felt funny and angry in his heart. He turned his body upside down and saw him scream and hug himself tightly. He responded fiercely, "Uncle doesn't like you to lie!"

The young man grieved tears on the man's clothes, his voice was pitiful, "I will never lie again."

The cost of lying is too heavy and too painful!

Seeing that he obediently promised, Mingzhe hugged He Qing and put him gently on the soft bed.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

As soon as the **** was next to the bed, the teenager cried out miserably, leaned back into the man's arms, and said nothing about it.

"Obey, go to bed obediently, I will give you medicine."

Mingzhe thought this was the time to fight, but now he sees He Qing's pitiful face squeezed into his arms with tears, and he starts to feel sad again.

In fact, he didn't exert much force, and even only played a total of six hits. The man had made up his mind to make ten hits to keep him in memory, but then he was persuaded by the housekeeper, and the bamboo board wouldn't go down.

Especially now, he is clearly beaten by himself, but He Qing is still so dependent on holding his neck without letting go, Mingzhe is softly confused, holding the young boy who refuses to go to bed, coaxing, "I don’t take medicine It hurts, good boy, you lie down

He Qing cried and promised to nod, "Well, well, I listen to Uncle."

How can this child be so good?

The man completely left behind the things that the teenager had lied about, and now there is only full of distress.

He watched the teenager slowly, lie down pitifully, and picked up the medicinal liquor from the table next to it.

I didn’t run out of half a bottle of palms before, so this time can come in handy.

He opened the medicine bottle and stood beside the bed and said to the teenager, "Take off your pants."

He Qing was lying on the bed pitifully, her two slender arms stretched back, and she just shook her pants and shook back with pain. She retracted her hand like an electric shock.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

The tears that were easily coaxed by the man fell again and again, and he said he would never reach out and undress again.

Mingzhe was helpless, put down the medicine wine and asked him, "You don't take off your pants, how can I help you get medicine?"

The teenager was so painful and uncomfortable, he was very wronged, "Uncle helped me take off..."

It's really a little grind.

He sighed and slowly pulled down his pants under the boy's repressive pain.

The original white and tender Tuo Tuo had been beaten red at the moment, and as soon as they were exposed to the air, they immediately shivered and tensed.

Mingzhe's eyes were dark, and the medicinal liquor was beaten in his palm, ready to give the young man medicine.

"Uncle, uncle wait a moment!"

Feeling he was approaching, He Qing crawled forward nervously, avoiding the man's hand.

Asked softly, "You lighter."

He cried in his voice, looking back with red eyes in panic and fear, the beautiful little face was full of tears.

Bang... Bang...

The man's heart didn't know why he jumped slowly. He stretched out his hand and slowly fell on the teenager's buttocks.

He heard himself say, "Don't move."

He Qing aggrieved, turned his head away, and waited for the man to help himself with medicine.

Mingzhe had medicated wine on his hands, and wiped it on a little bit, the tentacles were hot, but the feel was very smooth and tender.

When He Qing was a boy, he bathed in him. The slippery touch was in line with the memories he once had, but he didn't have the kind of love.

The teenager's slender body was lying on the bed, his waist was thin, as if it could be pinched with one hand, his soft hair hit the white neck, and he whispered with pain.

"Uncle, uncle hurts... hurts...you tap..."

Jiao Jiao is soft and soft, with a crying voice who is trusting him, and Ming Zhe should comfort him, or tell him coldly that this is the price of lying.

This is what an elder should be.

But now, his hand was sliding on the teenager's buttocks. I don't know whether it was because of medicinal liquor or other factors. The palm of his hand was amazingly hot. With this hotness, his hand couldn't help but go up.

A little bit, it fell on the teenager's slender waist with a waistline.

Very thin and very thin, he can control it easily, as long as one hand, no matter how hard he tries, he will not break away.

"uncle?"

The person under him noticed that his hand fell on his waist and turned his head suspiciously. The voice with a nasal voice was full of trust and frankness.

Ming Zhe slowly withdrew his hand, his voice was low and calm, "Okay."

"Oh..." He Qing pitifully tried to reach out to lift his pants, but could not lift it up, so he had to turn to Mingzhe.

"Uncle helped me wear pants."

Mingzhe reached out his face expressionlessly, and helped the teenager up a little bit, watching the teenager endure the pitiful appearance of lying on the pillow, and walked out of the room without a word.

He Qing, who was still whispering in a whisper, was stunned.

He was beaten, why is his uncle still angry...

The butler walked anxiously outside the door, and when he saw the man came out, he greeted him quickly. "How is it, sir, sir? Did you give him medicine?"

He watched He Qing grow up slowly, and he was very distressed at this child who had been clever and unreasonable since childhood.

Seeing the man's face was ugly and thought he hadn't gotten down, he quickly helped to say good things, "Young Master is already very good. He has grown up so that the children of other people can go out to play, only the young master can only stay at home when he is on vacation. There is no time to accompany, love to play is a child's nature, young master he also..."

"All right!"

Mingzhe interrupted him suddenly and waved his hand, his voice calm.

"You go down first."

The butler had no choice but to leave without worrying about step by step.

After he left, there was only Mingzhe in the corridor. Under the light, he looked at his shadow and slowly lowered his head.

Somewhere under him, he had begun to look up slightly.

He actually had a desire for the child he raised himself!

He trusted his teenager wholeheartedly, the clever and soft-bonded people, and he worshipped himself from childhood.

Mingzhe always thought that he could take He Qing up properly. He may not have good grades, maybe he won’t use his efforts, but it doesn’t matter, they are only 18 years old, and he can always protect him.

He wanted to be very good and thoughtful. Even if he died unexpectedly, A Qing who was left behind could live well.

But he never thought that he would treat A Qing...

Mingzhe has always known that He Qing looks good. He is even more beautiful than most women. For this reason, he has no coveted eyes from small to large.

He seemed to guard the treasure, carefully raised He Qing, did not let him suffer a little malicious outside.

But he had never thought about whether he also had unusual thoughts about the teenager.

I don't like seeing him talking with other people, I don't want him to leave home, I just want him to be alone.

What I hadn't been able to figure out, finally got the answer at this moment.

He fell in love with this child he raised.

The man's mind was greatly shaken, and he returned to the room in a trance, sitting in a chair, staring at the happy smiling child on the computer screen.

This photo was taken by He Qing when he was a kid. It was the first time he took him to the playground. The children were very happy and laughed all the way.

After that day, he held Mingzhe's hand and acted softly, "I like Uncle the most, and I will like Uncle the most."

He trusts Mingzhe so much.

Also, how can you not trust people who have raised themselves since childhood.

The man's eyes were full of pain. He slowly turned around and lay on the bed, the exhaustion between his eyebrows overflowing.

He is the golden hand of the mall, he has a lot of wealth, as long as he is willing, the child will eventually fall into his hands.

But can he?

A Qing is still so young. His future life should be to form a family with a beautiful and gentle woman and to have a cute child.

Before leaving, He Zhiwen pleaded with him to take good care of his son, and pleaded with him to help He Qing choose a woman who might not be beautiful or mighty, but who loved her son wholeheartedly.

The man lay in bed, staring staringly at the ceiling, and smiled bitterly.

Why is it A Qing?

Why is it him?

——

The medicinal liquor left by Dr. Bai is very useful. The next day, He Qing's buttocks were only slightly painful. Of course, for teenagers who haven't eaten bitterly since childhood, these pains are enough for him Uncomfortable.

The aggrieved limp turned downstairs, and the teenager saw the man who was older than him sitting at the table eating elegantly.

He was stunned. No matter how long he slept, his uncle was waiting for him to eat.

Is he still angry with him?

He Qing felt anxious in his heart, and he could not care about the buttocks still hurting. He moved slowly and cautiously, and shouted timidly.

"Good morning, uncle."

Mingzhe's hand with a fork paused in the air for a second, and then put it into his mouth casually, nodding coldly, "Uh."

The young man was even more aggrieved. He glanced at the man who didn't spoil and touch his head as if he were drowning, and he was sitting beside the man deliberately.

Ai Ai's plan was to apologize. The handsome man beside him suddenly put down his fork and stood up, walking towards the entrance.

He Qing was dumbfounded.

He did not want to shout, "Uncle, are you full?"

"Ok."

Mingzhe nodded blankly, changed his shoes and opened the door, "I'm going to work."

The teenager sat in a stunned place, watching the man leave without looking back.

He didn't even say good morning to himself!

The young man who had never been treated so indifferently was aggrieved. His eyes were almost red immediately, and he bowed his head quickly.

It happened that the housekeeper came up with the milk, and he quickly asked, "Grandpa Butler, is there anything uncle today?"

The butler knew Mingzhe's schedule, and at this moment there was a strange answer, "It's still the same as before, why did Master ask this?"

The hopeful light in the boy's eyes disappeared immediately, and some uncomfortable answers, "Uncle, he doesn't seem to be willing to take care of me today..."

Thinking of Mingzhe's spoiling of teenagers, the housekeeper didn't take it seriously, "Maybe the sir is still angry, sir, just apologize today."

But he has already apologized...

He Qing lowered her head slightly, drinking milk in a small sip, intending to wait until Ming Zhe came back to apologize, but after drinking milk, remembering Ming Zhe's coldness, he was even more aggrieved.

Mingzhe was out of the door, but he still thought that the young man had just looked at him in disbelief, and he was immediately upset.

If he knew that he had that kind of thought in mind, would he look at it with this kind of eyes.

Unclear about the taste, Mingzhe drove to the company and stopped thinking about other documents. When the secretary came to ask him, he was surprised that it was time for get off work.

"You go first, I'll watch it for a while."

Watching the secretary leave, Ming Zhe suddenly remembered that this was the first time he had taken the initiative to work overtime since taking A Qing home.

Next to the computer is a photo of him and the teenager with a shy smile. He is resting on the shoulder of the teenager with gentle eyes.

And He Qing's eyes are full of happiness and trust.

The man stared blankly at the picture, and finally reached out his hand and buckled it on the table.

He worked overtime until very late. He Qing should have fallen asleep before the time he wiped his tired face and drove home.

The light was on at home, but the housekeeper greeted him if he wanted to eat. Mingzhe shook his head and went upstairs in silence.

When he walked to the door of He Qing's room, his footsteps paused, and he sighed silently and returned to his room.

He Qing slept deeply, and after waking up yawning the next day, he remembered that he had been asleep when his uncle came back, and he fell asleep. Knock on the door.

Open the door, there is no one in it, it's cold and cold.

He went downstairs, there was no one on the dining table, and there was no one on the side of the coffee table.

The teenager asked doubtfully, "Did he not come back last night?"

"Sir came back last night and left early this morning. Master, are you hungry? I asked the kitchen to bring the dishes up."

Upon hearing his words, He Qing's expression immediately became lost, and he wanted to apologize to his uncle.

In the next few days, the teenager never found an opportunity to apologize. The man seemed to be hiding from him deliberately. At night, he fell asleep before coming back. In the morning, he didn't wake up and left.

He Qing, who had not touched the man for several days in a row, became more and more disturbed. He even called Mingzhe to ask, and the reply he received was either in a meeting or was still busy, and did not give him the opportunity to apologize.

The last time he hung up the phone, He Qing was completely panicked.

He really didn't expect a lie to make his uncle so angry with him.

The boy was brought up by Mingzhe since he was a child, but he was spoiled and grew up. He never thought that it would become like this one day.

If the uncle never cares about him again, what should he do...

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It was already one o'clock in the morning, and Mingzhe got out of the car with his eyebrows rubbed, and took steps to open the door.

The housekeeper was also old. He had said before that he didn’t have to wait for himself anymore, so now the room was empty only with lights.

The man walked upstairs, opened the door of the room, and began to drag his clothes one by one.

Taking off his shirt, he frowned. He was tired and was about to take a shower in the bathroom. When he walked to the bed, a swelling of the bed suddenly stood up. The teenager in pajamas rubbed his eyes and asked him sleepily, "Uncle Are you back?"

Mingzhe's footsteps made his frown grow tighter, "Why are you here?"

The teenager, who had not been completely sober, was stunned by his cold tone and put his hand down blankly. A small, delicate white face was full of confusion.

"I'm waiting for my uncle to come back..."

"Waiting for what I do, hurry back to the room and go to bed."

The man's answer was very indifferent. He turned around and turned the shirt on the bed again, frowning at the teenager's gaze as if looking at an ignorant child.

"Don't you know what your body looks like? Go to bed quickly."

The teenager looked at him stupefiedly. He actually waited a long time ago, only because he was not in good health and never stayed up overnight, he waited and fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, it was Leng Bingbing's reprimand that had been waiting. These days, a sudden indifference suddenly came to my mind. Almost immediately, his eyes turned red.

"I'm waiting for you to come back. If you come back early, I will definitely not stay up late..." As the boy said, the boy's voice could not help choking.

"Uncle, why didn't you ignore me, I'm already, have you apologized? You have beaten me, haven't you been doing well before?"

As he talked, the tears fell undisputedly. He Qing wiped the tears and whispered while sobbing.

"If you are not happy, you beat me, don't ignore me..."

Mingzhe stood on the spot and looked at the teenager in bed silently.

He was crying sadly, reaching for his tears. The pajamas on his body did not know whether it was because of the wrong sleeping posture. He fell loose and fell, exposing the delicate clavicle and rounded white shoulders.

He cried and cried, got out of the bed, walked to the man in front of his knees, hugged his stiff waist, and pleaded softly, "Uncle, don't be angry, okay, I know I'm wrong, I will try again Don’t dare to lie..."

The child was praying for his forgiveness, but his eyes fell uncontrollably under his baggy pajamas, where the tender white meat was exposed, and as long as he moved a little, he could see a little red.

This is the child he raised, one cent, one cent, even a little of his thoughts are under the grasp of Mingzhe.

And now, he was crying in his arms, begging him not to ignore him.

The man stood and slowly closed his eyes.

The hand, as usual, fell on the soft hair of the teenager and patted gently.

His voice was calm and gentle. "Don't think too much. Uncle is too busy to care for you these days. Go back to sleep."

The crying teenager was stunned for a while, and wanted to ask him to choke because of crying too hard, "Really, really?"

"Really, when did I deceive A Qing?"

The handsome man slowly lifted him up, slender fingers straightened the teenager’s clothes, and the magnetic voice was still gentle. “You are not in good health, don’t stay up all night, go to bed quickly.”

He Qing always felt that there was something wrong, but the man's expression was normal again, and he sat up with red eyes doubtful, "Uncle, what are you busy with these days? Why do you always go home so late and go out so early? ."

Talking, he wanted to cry again, grieved with open mouth, "I came back to sleep at night, my uncle came back, you left before I woke up in the morning, I called you, you ignored it I……"

The expression on Mingzhe’s face was still gentle. He held out his hand and wiped the tears a little for the teenager. “Next month is your eighteenth birthday. Uncle is sorting out the assets left by your parents. Wait until next month. These It’s all in your hands."

These words are not all false, at least he has been sorting them out at least these days.

He Qing believed, and his eyes began to feel embarrassed. He bowed his head a little embarrassedly and apologized, "I'm sorry uncle, I thought you ignored me."

After apologizing, he raised his face and said seriously, "Uncle, you don't need to hurry up, I don't understand this anyway, staying up late is bad for your health."

"Okay." Ming Zhe smiled and touched the teenager's small head. "Uncle is not in a hurry. A Qing, go to sleep. Tomorrow I will tell the housekeeper to let him have dinner later. You will sleep more."

"Ok!"

Now that he knew that his uncle didn't ignore him on purpose, the teenager dropped his heart. He stood up happily, and his two white and tender legs fell in the eyes of the man.

Mingzhe's expression changed, and he changed his posture subconsciously, concealing a part that had reacted before.

Watching the teenager walk away from his side unprepared, walking to the door and remembering something. He turned back a little embarrassedly, with a soft nasal voice.

"Sorry uncle, I was wrong before, I will never lie to you again..."

The teenager apologized and left, leaving Mingzhe alone in the room.

He slowly approached the bathroom, locked the door, and stood up loudly under him.

In fact, even if he just saw the teenager lying quietly on his bed, he could hardly control himself.

Mingzhe turned on the faucet, closed his eyes in the water, and slender hands were working underneath.

"A Qing..."

The moment he vented, he subconsciously read He Qing's name.

Bai Zhuo was being washed away by the water a little, and the man slowly smiled bitterly under the water.

If A Qing knew that his respected elder actually had such a dirty thought about him, how uncomfortable he should be...

He is the one who should apologize.

It seems that he will try to help A Qing find a suitable wife.