The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Hearing how He Qing called himself, Le Yuan couldn't help but reveal a trace of helplessness, "It's been so long, how can you not forget this nickname."

He Qing smiled while holding the mimosa, "Forgot again, you don't like to call it that way."

His eyes were filled with the joy of reunion, put down the pot in his hand, and walked to the man, "When did you come back?"

"Just got off the plane." Le Yuan's father is from the y country. His hybrid advantages are reflected in his appearance and body. It is different from the tall body of the Chinese man. The straight nose and slightly blue eyes always make people. It looked bright.

He Qing noticed that there were little girls passing by outside the flower shop who were laughing and secretly filming Leyuan. He laughed and looked at his friends with laughter.

Le's eyes, which were originally smiling, were somewhat lost and sinking. He didn't let He Qing see it, but pulled the corner of his mouth to perfunctory, "Not yet."

"I wanted to go to your house, but I saw you here, this flower shop?"

Seeing He Qing turn around to pour tea, he stood there straight, learning how to do just like a gentle man, reached out and fiddled with the mimosa a few times, and he saw its leaves gradually closing.

"I opened it, just opened for business today, so you came here." He Qing placed the flower tea on the coffee table and watched him walk over with shy grass and smiled to remind, "Jinhua is not at home today, you have to go The company looks for him."

"Is it? It's so unlucky." Le Yuan twitched his lips, not much concerned about the presence of Jin Hua, he hugged the mimosa, looking at He Qing with some expectation, "A Qing, it's rare that I come back, we're together Go for a meal?"

He Qing smiled and agreed, "Okay."

Before waiting for Leyuan's eyes to light up, he had already said, "When Jinhua comes back at night, let's go to his company and eat. There is a restaurant."

Le Yuan's expression dimmed. He always had an expression. He Qing didn't find it, drinking tea and inquiring about his overseas affairs.

Unlike Feng Jinhua, who was founded from scratch, Le Yuan’s parents were distinguished, his father was a noble y, and his mother was a big family lady of Hua Guo. As the only heir on both sides, he was also excellent in ability, and he accepted his father as soon as he graduated. In his career, He Qing often sees his frosty look in the camera in financial magazines.

Just in front of He Qing, Le Yuan's blue eyes always lighted up a little. He always said few words, but at the moment he said to him patiently about foreign anecdotes.

The gentle man listened yearningly, "It's good... It would be nice if I could go there once."

Leyuan's eyes are brighter, he looks at He Qing, and the slightly lowered voice is more magnetic, "If you want to go, you can go back with me, and I will entertain you well."

"Forget it." Although he was looking forward to his proposal, in the end, He Qing still smiled and shook his head and refused. "My body can't even fly."

The man's eyes dimmed, his hands on the table clenched slightly, "A Qing, I'm not going to go back this time. I'm free these days, you can be a host, and take a stroll around with me."

"Okay." Faced with the friend's request, He Qing agreed happily. "Where do you want to play, I will show you the way, but first say yes, you drive."

The blue eyes stared closely at He Qing's smile, and Le Yuan's cold face also showed a smile, "Okay."

The two became happier as they talked, and finally Lewon answered the phone and had to leave, just holding the pot of mimosa in his hand when he left.

The handsome-faced man was cold and holding the mimosa made the passerby glance at him one by one, until he sat in a black luxury car before retreating his gaze reluctantly.

"Sir." The driver is also from the country of Y. He looked at the man with a bad face and reminded softly, "The duke already knew about your return to the country."

"I know what to do." Le Yuan opened the car window and looked at the gentle man who watered the flowers. His eyes softened, but his voice was filled with coldness. "He thought I was the one who let him dominate." Time?"

"Tell him that if you dare to reach out to Hua Guo again, the illegitimate son named James, the stupid things he did will be brought to court in a small amount."

"Yes, sir."

Seeing the luxury car worth eight digits gradually away, He Qing poured flowers and exchanged his information with the system.

[Handsome, rich, and affectionate, but not very lucky. 】

He Qing was obviously the one he liked first, but in the end, he could only watch the person he likes with Feng Jinhua, and when he was determined to rob someone, he was brought back to the y country because of the lack of wings.

Under the influence of his father, he finally developed his own forces, and finally missed again because he could not hurt He Qing.

[This big brother is good, there is one thing, it is not too strong, but it does not matter, I will help stimulate him! 】

The mechanical sound of the system is coldly reminded, [Legend is not a mission goal. 】

【I know. 】

Carefully cut off the dead branches, He Qingrou smiled softly, [you just wait for the full value. 】

In the sunlight, the handsome-looking man leaned over, a soft smile in the corner of his mouth, sniffing the fragrance of flowers, and sighed softly.

[Maybe it’s still a great value, after all, it’s a lot of money! 】

Le Yuan went to Feng Jinhua's company, and he came here this time with a large list of names to look after his brother.

Feng Jinhua's office is also on the top floor, and Leyuan knocked on the door. There was no answer in the door, but the door opened slowly.

He is a young man in his twenties. He looks very delicate, especially his eyes. It makes people look very comfortable. Le Yuan looked, but his eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

"Hello, are you?"

The young man asked with a good attitude. The man thought for a second, and said softly, "I'm looking for Feng Jinhua."

Feng Jinhua, who was burying his head in processing documents, heard the voice and raised his eyes, saw a man standing by the door, with a trace of surprise in his eyes, "Chu Chen, you go out first."

"Good General Feng." Chu Chen turned around and Le Yuan looked at his back, his eyes sinking.

Feng Jinhua has stood up, "Le Yuan, when did you return to China?"

"Nowadays."

Already accustomed to the few words of this roommate, Feng Jinhua picked up a tea set and made tea for him. Le Yuan stood on the spot, looked at the surrounding layout, and said lightly, "You are good here."

"It's okay, it's incomparable to you." They are so familiar, Feng Jinhua is not polite with him, he drank a cup of tea himself, and looked at him on the sofa.

"Don't you go to country y to develop? How come back this time?"

"The country of Y has been handed over to the people under his hand. I will stay here this time." The man sat down and looked at Feng Jinhua, whose face has not changed even in the past five years. "A Qing took care of you Not bad."

"Don't mention it." Feng Jinhua frowned and waved his hand. "He now gives me soup every day, and I want to vomit as soon as I smell the taste of Yangwei soup."

Le Yuan's hand grasped the cup slowly and hard, his face could not be seen, and the magnetic voice was low, "He is also for you."

"I know." Speaking of this Feng Jinhua is annoying. If it is really for his own good, why not raise one's own body and lie on a bed every day without being able to do it?

Seeing the boredom in his eyes, Leyuan's eyes became deeper and deeper. He took a sip of tea and asked coldly, "Who was that person just now?"

"Oh, it's my new assistant." Feng Jinhua didn't find his expression wrong, and explained, "You also know that I can't drink too much. The former assistant who stopped the wine for me resigned and found a new one. ."

"Really?" Lewon put down the teacup. "Don't you think he looks like a person?"

"Like a person?" Feng Jinhua thought about it and shrugged. "Who does it look like?"

Can you even care about the appearance of the people beside you?

Thinking of A Qing's more worries than before, Le Yuan's face grew colder and harder. He didn't show his displeasure, but his tone was a little colder.

"I brought a document. If you look at it, if there is no problem, the list will be handed over to your company."

Speaking of the business, Feng Jinhua's face also became serious. He took the file, looked at the contents above, and with a trace of surprise in his eyes, he looked up at the roommate who once lived in a bedroom.

"This is a big cake, you just gave it to me?"

"Fat water does not flow outsiders' field." Le Yuan still said that expression lightly, "We are a win-win."

Where is a win-win situation? This is basically that Le Yuan gave him his interests in vain, and Feng Jinhua couldn't help but change the roommate who was always cold.

"Okay! Brother write down your love, we set a table outside tonight and have a few drinks together!"

After immersing in the mall for several years, Feng Jinhua has completely adapted to the wine table to discuss business. At this moment, he also subconsciously wants to bring this former classmate and current customer to the wine table.

"Okay, call Aqing together."

Feng Jinhua's smile faded, "Why are you telling him? Disappointed."

Every time he went out to dinner together, he wanted to drink alcohol. He Qing would only stop him from letting him drink too much. He also knew that his stomach was not good, but hasn't it been painless for so long?

As for being so cautious, he is not a glass man!

"Just our brothers, don't call him, wait for the evening, and then relax together."

The hand of the cold-hardened man became tighter and tighter. He looked at Feng Jinhua and said coldly, "Just eating a meal together. Didn't you even eat Aqing with your meal?"

When he left, how was the person in front of him vowed that he would be good to A Qing, how can a person become so fast just a few years now!

Feng Jinhua saw that his face was not good, he quickly remedy, "I know you have a good impression of A Qing, but there are some things, you don't know."

Le Yuan's fist clenched tightly.

What can happen?

What makes Feng Jinhua so tired of a lover who is dedicated to him?

Feng Jinhua didn't think that Leyuan was upset because of He Qing. After all, in his eyes, the two knew him because of him.

At the school, Feng Jinhua and Le Yuan were in the same bedroom and belonged to the basketball team. They were inevitably familiar with it. Later, he and A Qing introduced them to the roommates in the bedroom.

After that meal, Leyuan was drunk, and Feng Jinhua and He Qing sent him back to the bedroom together.

Since then, his attitude towards Feng Jinhua has changed and he is willing to say a few words to him. Although his face has always been tough, Feng Jinhua is also used to it.

Feng Jinhua's popularity has always been very good. He has a high EQ and can easily get the favor of strangers, but Leyuan can't do it. Although he looks good and has good grades, he doesn't like to talk. Few people dare to take care of him. He didn't realize that Le Yuan had such a distinguished life experience until he suddenly transferred to school and asked Feng Jinhua to drink before leaving.

With such a connection, Feng Jinhua, who was interested in creating a company at the time, was quite cherished. When Le Yuan left, he also brought his boyfriend He Qing to the airport to send him.

Speaking of, until now, He Qing thought that Le Yuan was his friend. He always thought of the relationship between people so well, and Feng Jinhua was too lazy to tell him the truth.

Seeing the two people mailing each other in recent years, he didn't take it seriously. After all, if the two really had something, they were in school at the time, and he and A Qing could not be together.

Although the time is a bit long, it seems that what I did at that time was not in vain. Didn’t Lewon come and give him money?

He saw that Leyuan was still cold and had no choice but to say, "Well, let's eat together tonight. I have something to do here. After a while, I will ask the driver to take A Qing."

The man got up, "I'll go."

Feng Jinhua was stunned. "That's okay. I'll be busy as soon as possible here. You and A Qing will wait for my meeting first, old friends, and they won't be so particular."

Le Yuan nodded silently and turned around to leave the office. In the corridor, a young man named Chu Chen was waiting in the corridor. He only came into the office when he saw him come out.

The man stood at the door and did not leave. There was a faint voice from Chu Chen in the door that was not tightly closed. "General Feng, are you uncomfortable?"

"It's okay. I drank too much last night and my head hurts a little."

"Shall I knead it for you?"

Feng Jinhua squeezed his browed hands as if returning to the morning. During the period when He Qing gently rubbed his temples, he looked at Chu Chen's equally white hands and nodded.

"Okay, please."

Le Yuan heard that there was no more sound inside, and the blue eyes became darker and darker.

In Feng Jinhua's eyes, he couldn't see the love he once had, but only saw his impatience with A Qing and bored.

Feng Jinhua, does he no longer like A Qing?

So, did he have another chance?

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[Do you think I look good in this one, or this one? 】He Qing is trying to dress like a flower and butterfly. [In other words, this body suit is really good, I like it. 】

System: [I also like]

Like playing a dress-up game, he changed his clothes one by one. When he was trying on his shirt, the doorbell rang and He Qing put down his clothes and opened the door with a smile.

Le Yuan stood outside the door, watching He Qing with a smiling face appear in front of him, he couldn't help crossing a trace of amazement.

"Fun?" He Qing looked at him with some doubt, but couldn't help but looked behind him. "Did Jinhua not come back?"

"Huh." Le Yuan answered, but his eyes seemed to be inadvertently. He landed on He Qing's white collarbone. His throat rolled up and down, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"He is busy, I'll pick you up first."

The happy look on He Qing's face dimmed obviously, but he barely supported him with a smile.

He Qing went to change clothes, and Le Yuan stood on the balcony, looking at the various, beautiful flowers blooming on the balcony, with a slight tenderness in his eyes.

Le Yuan still remembers that at that time, he was boringly slapping the basketball, but with a glance, he saw the teenager who was shoveling wildflowers on the court carefully.

There was sweat between his foreheads, cautiously, like a cute little animal, while he kept watching, cautiously looking around, fearing a ball would hit him from the sky.

Le was supposed to be on the court, but he looked at the teenager. He didn't want to go for some reason. He passed the ball to others. He stood under the tree and kept watching.

After the teenager carefully transplanted the flowers in the small flower pot, Le Yuan unknowingly approached him.

"A Qing!!"

Sweaty Feng Jinhua ran over and saw the flowers in the hands of the teenager, and couldn't help but smile. "Don't you come to see me play? Why did you plant wildflowers again?"

"There are a lot of people here, and the flowers were trampled to death by accident." The teenager shyly shrugged his head and handed the water to his lover. "You just scored a lot of goals, so great."

He has a bad heart and has never dared to participate in this kind of sport, but he likes it, so he can only shrink his eyes and watch beside the basketball court.

The basketball court of their school is open-air. Although cement is poured, there will always be stubborn small flowers and grass growing along. He Qing likes flowers. Every time he comes to play, he will also see the new flowers. Transplant it and send it to the other side.

Feng Jinhua smiled and touched his head, raised his head to drink water, finished drinking, and then threw the water back, "Wait, watch me give you more goals."

"Huh!" The young boy's eyes looked at his lover leaving, and he stared at him happily holding a small flower pot. He didn't notice that he was not far away, Leyuan was watching him.

Classmate A didn't have the chance to play, and was suddenly given a place, and was warming up happily. Suddenly, he saw that Lewon was back and warmed up.

He asked cautiously, "Le Yuan, didn't you say let me fight?"

"I'm sorry, I want to fight now, and I will give you the end."

Although he was very unwilling, looking at his ugly face, Class A still gave way.

Le Yuan scored several goals in a row, but he didn't let Feng Jinhua into it once. He played too hard. After the end, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and his depressed mood had just eased. Feng Jinhua wiped the sweat.

What they were saying could not be heard by Yuhara, but he knew that his mood was bad.

Later, Le Yuan was forcibly taken to country y. Before leaving, he had a drink with Feng Jinhua alone.

"You must treat A Qing well, you have a good life." Le Yuan ate the spicy dishes that Jin Feng Jin Hua likes, and his spicy eyes were a little red.

"Relax, both A Qing and I have negotiated and we will get married as soon as we graduate." Feng Jinhua ate the dish and raised his glass. "Come on, toast."

Le Yuan sipped his neck and drank his eyes red. He put down his glass and said astringently, "This dish is really spicy."

The memories of the past are still vivid. Le Yuan stood in front of the blooming flowers and gently touched its leaves.

Since it was Feng Jinhua who was the first to make a speech, then he should not be blamed.

He Qing quickly changed his clothes and went downstairs. He looked at the stunned man standing in front of the flower and laughed and ridiculed, "Are you going to move my potted flower?"

Le Yuan turned around, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "That's what I meant."

Noting the turtleneck clothes he was wearing, Le Yuan frowned slightly, "Why are you wearing so much? Are you afraid of heat?"

"You remember." He Qing murmured a little embarrassedly, "Jin Hua doesn't like me wearing low-necked clothes, let's go."

He Qing's collarbone is very beautiful, and he is afraid of heat. He always wears low-necked clothes. When he first fell in love, every time he ate with Feng Jinhua, he always attracted some nonsense sight.

After getting married, Feng Jinhua asked He Qing to go out and wear high-necked clothes. This is because lovers like themselves. He Qing didn't think there was anything. Low-necked clothes were only worn at home.

Seeing the sweetness in He Qing's eyes, and thinking that Feng Jinhua mentioned his attitude today, the man's heart became more and more uncomfortable, not for himself, but for He Qing.

He likes A Qing and wants to own A Qing. If A Qing has a good life, he will definitely guard only one side, but the fact is that Feng Jinhua is not good to him at all!

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Feng Jinhua put down his pen and relieved heavily. He stood up and planned to go out. Chu Chen just came in. "Feng, are you going out?"

"Yes." Feng Jinhua is very satisfied with the new assistant. Although he hasn't tried the amount of wine yet, the work is neat and considerate, which is much better than the last assistant.

"Can you drive with a headache? The driver took a leave in the afternoon. Should I take you?"

Chu Chen's voice was soft, which made Feng Jinhua very comfortable to listen to. He didn't think much and agreed.

Because there was a traffic jam on the road, it was already a little dark when it arrived. Feng Jinhua got out of the car and looked at Chu Chen's beautiful face in the car.

"You have to find a place to eat first, and count you three times overtime."

"Thank you Mr. Feng." Chu Chen nodded with a smile, exposing two small tiger teeth, and looked at his smiling face Feng Jinhua with a trance, as if in memory, there was a teenager who smiled at him like this.

He went to the box originally booked by Le Yuan and pushed open the door. There was a screen inside, followed by He Qing's happy laugh and the man's low voice.

Feng Jinhua paused for a second, and then walked past casually, with a smile on his face, as usual to entertain, "What is it that makes me laugh so happy? Make me happy too."

He Qing, who just smiled back and forth, heard his voice, and immediately looked at him brightly, "Jin Hua, are you busy? Just now Le Yuan was telling me about his overseas affairs."

"What did you eat at noon today? Did you drink soup?"

Seeing He Qing's eyes on him all the time, Feng Jinhua's inexplicable anger finally got a little smoother. He sat beside He Qing and perfunctoryly replied, "Call for take-out."

He looked at He Qing, who had bright eyes, and then looked at Le Yuan, who had been silent since he came, and twitched the corner of his mouth. "When did you have such a good relationship?"

"Isn't that always the case!" Seeing him coming, He Qing helped him to open the bowl, used the boiling water once, and put it in front of Feng Jinhua again.

"By the way, the list you gave me today..." Feng Jinhua ignored the inexplicable discomfort in his heart. He Qing didn't notice that He Qing was busy with him and talked about the business.

He didn't notice, but Le Yuan saw it clearly. He Qing came in from this man, his eyes always fell on him, just like now, he sat down beside Feng Jinhua without a word, eyes Liang Jingjing watched him speak.

Like he was on the basketball court, he only looked at Feng Jinhua, but he couldn't see Leyuan in general.

Feng Jinhua said that he was working hard, and suddenly noticed that the target of his conversation fell on He Qing intentionally or unintentionally.

"What's wrong? Drink water?" Seeing Feng Jinhua looked over, the handsome man looked at him suspiciously and reached out to help him pour a glass of water.

"It's okay."

"A Qing, can you also pour a glass for me?" Le Yuan asked in due course.

He Qing didn't take it seriously and agreed with a smile, "Okay."

Feng Jinhua took a sip from the drinking glass and looked at Le Yuan, who raised the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows gradually wrinkling.

【Ding! Feng Jinhua's favor: 78】

He Qing poured water, and his eyes were full of tenderness. [Look, the excitement is coming. 】