The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Chapter 174: Little pitiful, cultivated (15)

Because there is He Qing on the side, Ming Zhe did not express his opinion on the matter just now, but Song Chuanjin, who clearly came into contact with the cold eyes of the man, was amazed, knowing that Ming Zhe had already seen it.

When he came out of the office and looked at the teenager with two small dimples with a small smile, he was still pounding the shoulders of the man. Song Chuanjin's eyes flashed a little warmth.

The scene where the young man was protecting him flashed in front of him. His heart was sweet and bitter. He only hated why he was such a scene.

He went to the bathroom and planned to wash his face sober, but heard someone talking next door.

"Listening to the instructions, I'm always cleaning the company next door, and I plan to hand it over to the kid left by He's family. I'm really willing."

"There is nothing unwilling to do. Maybe the child of the Ho family is a wizard. I always heard that it is still revealed in public that he will not get married in the future and let the child give him old age."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

The cold water hit his face, and Song Chuanjin stared blankly at himself in the mirror. In front of him was the cute look of the teenager chasing and running behind him every day.

"You, you, wait, A Qing..."

In addition, the dream scene he dreamed of during the midnight dream.

The teenager stretched out his beautiful long and slender body, bright and attractive, his trusting voice softly called, "Brother..."

If Ming Zhe really intends to hand over all his family property to A Qing, then will all the obstacles between him and A Qing be invisible?

Song Chuanjin stood stiffly in front of the mirror, looking at the man who was a little embarrassed by the water stains, his eyes full of surprise.

He wiped his face and walked out of the bathroom.

——

From that moment on, the young man’s task seemed to be to send files up and down. Fortunately, he was gradually enjoying it, plus the exposure of He Qing’s identity after the fifth floor manager fell, every time he arrived Everyone is very friendly to him. After a long day, the teenager is still very happy.

When he was about to get off work, he ran downstairs holding the file, just hit Song Chuanjin out.

"brother!"

The boy greeted happily and got a gentle smile.

Song Chuanjin lightly touched his head, seeing the young boy obediently let him touch it, and crossed his eyes gently, "A Qing, come out to play at night?"

He Qing was happy first, and then hesitated, "But Uncle won't let me go out to play..."

"Then forget it, the same is true when we meet at the company."

Song Chuanjin was a little lost, but he quickly adjusted it, but he was still a little boy, and he was still unhappy.

When he returned to the office, his face showed a little bit. Mingzhe saw that he was no longer as happy as he had been downstairs, and he didn't ask when he had a measure in his heart.

It didn't take a while for the boy to come to the door as soon as possible.

"Uncle, can I hang out with my brother after work, I promise to come back early and not go to those messy places!"

Before waiting for the man to answer, he added pitifully, "If something is wrong, I must call my uncle as soon as possible..."

And Song Chuanjin?

Displeasure appeared in the man's eyes. Just before he refused, he saw the pleading look on the young man's face. His voice twitched, and he turned around in his mouth.

"Go if you want."

"Really!!"

He Qing didn't expect Mingzhe to agree so easily, suddenly he was happy, and Le Diandeng turned to go outside.

"I will talk to my brother!"

Looking at his happy back as if he was going to heaven, Ming Zhe slowly put down the pen in his hand, hiding all the anger and sadness in his heart.

Under this circumstance, no elders keep their children in their homes every day. Before, he thought he was worried about He Qing being bullied out of the house. However, after discovering his strange feelings for teenagers, Mingzhe could not guarantee that he was thinking about something. what.

He held his hands tightly on the table and looked at the green muscles bursting on the back of the slender hand. The man suddenly smiled abruptly and slowly released his hand.

After get off work, he sat in the car and told the boy standing in front of the car, "You must come back before nine o'clock. You are not allowed to drink alcohol. Call me if you have something."

"I know uncle! Come home now!"

Mingzhe opened the window and saw the teenager happily go over there. Song Chuanjin nodded to him respectfully, and there was no strangeness on the man's face. He slowly shook the window of the car and completely concealed the laughter of the teenager outside against Song Chuanjin.

"Brother, where are we going to play!"

The first time he came out to play with Song Chuanjin, the teenager showed great excitement, embodied in the smile that never fell.

Song Chuanjin smiled softly, "Good place, I go often."

Half an hour later, the teenager sat down curiously, looking at the antique decorations around him, his eyes full of eagerness to try, "Is this the original teahouse?"

"Not all tea houses."

At this moment, the waiter brought the wine up, Song Chuanjin took it, put the wine on his side, and the teapot was pushed to the teenager.

"You haven't grown up yet, drink tea, I drink."

He Qing obediently took the teapot, poured himself a cup, and sniffed carefully, "It smells good!"

Seeing that he was not as dissatisfied as he had expected, Song Chuanjin was surprised by some surprise, but he quickly disguised it.

He drank the wine in the glass at one sip, and saw the teenager drinking tea in a sip, and asked, "Does Aqing want to drink?"

"I can't drink, my uncle will get angry when he knows." He Qing **** like a child, and looks at the person opposite with bright eyes, "Brother, the tea here is delicious."

Seeing that he was not fooled, Song Chuanjin made a smile and poured himself a glass of wine. After taking a sip, he suddenly asked, "A Qing remembers when you were fifteen, the school held a swimming competition, do you train with me? ?"

The teenager thought hard, "Remember."

This wine is very strong, Song Chuanjin's face has begun to burn hot, he did not take a sip of the matter, "At that time you fifteen, eighteen, I train, you just play in the water, remember? "

Not knowing what he wanted to say, the teenager nodded. "Later, my brother won first!"

"After I got the first place, the team celebrated the feast. That was my first time drinking."

His face was already red, and he looked at the boy with a trance, "I dreamed of you that night."

He Qing was stunned.

Song Chuanjin stretched out his hand and pressed the young man’s white hands on the table. His eyes were full of seriousness. "In a dream, you called my brother and lay under me and we kissed."

The teenager's eyes were round and muttered, "Brother..."

"From that time on, I found out that my feelings for you are unusual." Song Chuanjin continued, eyes full of pain, "At that time, you were only fifteen, and I was terrified after the discovery, the first reaction It's just rejecting your approach, A Qing, now you'll be an adult right away."

His hand slowly began to exert force, and under the eyes of the teenager at a loss, he said, "I don't know if you have found it, you also feel me."

"I?"

The whole boy was ignorant.

"It doesn't matter if you like to pester me since you were a child, until this time now, you are still so good to me, especially after I left you cold for two years, A Qing, maybe we should all think about it... …"

Song Chuanjin said, suddenly choking violently, it looked very uncomfortable, He Qing was startled, and he couldn't care about anything else, he quickly helped him, "Brother, are you okay?"

With both hands, he supported the teenager's slightly slender shoulders. Song Chuanjin raised his eyes, and his tone was full of temptations, "A Qing, you like me."

"right?"

The teenager is now not only ignorant, but also stunned.

He likes Chuan Jin?

But why didn't he know?

"Brother, I don't think I should have..."

"A Qing!"

Song Chuanjin interrupted him violently, the expression on his face was even pitiful, "If you don't want it, let's try it, shall we?"

"You like me, I can feel it!"

His eyes were full of pleading, "Don't refuse me..."

[I’m such a kind child, and the elder brother of Zhu Ma and Zhu Ma begs me so pitifully, of course I have to agree! You said right or wrong system! 】

System: [...] Dramatic.

He Qing, who didn't get a response, didn't mind, and even played even more addictive.

"Brother, me, I don't know..."

Under the almost desperate sight of the person in front of him, he seemed to be struggling to gritt his teeth, his voice murmured weakly, "So, then let's try..."

System: Dramatic.

Song Chuanjin was almost ecstatic. That night, he took He Qing’s soft and tender little hands. The two of them recalled together as a child. When he sent him home, he almost drank what he needed. Qing sent him home.

Don't drive while drinking, don't drink while driving.

The two came down from the taxi, and Song Chuanjin, who was still red, came down from the car and took He Qing's hand unwilling to let go.

"I have to go back, it's nine o'clock, and my uncle is going to be angry!" The teenager didn't expect that the stable brother would look like this after confirming the relationship, and he was embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Okay, let's hug one last." Song Chuanjin, who won the beauty, pulled the boy and opened his arms.

He Qing gave him a shameful look, "No, I'm leaving."

He was still not very comfortable with Song Chuanjin who changed from his brother to a lover, especially Song Chuanjin who was drunk.

He refused to hug, but Song Chuanjin was not polite at all, he took the teenager in his arms, even lowered his head and wanted to kiss him.

Alcoholic smell came as the man approached. Subconsciously, He Qing didn't want to greet the kiss. The teenager frowned and escaped, really angry, "Brother!"

"Okay, Okay, go back."

Seeing his swollen look, Song Chuanjin let go of his hands, rubbing the young boy's head with petting smiles, "Go ahead, Uncle Ming will be angry for a while."

"Well, then I went."

The coquettish teenager turned his lips shyly, but froze in place after seeing the figure on the balcony on the second floor.

He stepped back with a blank face and murmured, "Uncle..."

Under the light of the balcony, the man stood upright and glanced gloomyly.