The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Hearing this sentence, Mingzhe's expression was obviously paused, and he was not reluctant. He touched the boy's small head and said softly, "If you don't do it, don't do it."

He was the only son of a friend, and he didn't really want to **** it up to be his own son. At this moment, the boy with red eyes and swollen hands squeezed Yu Pei's face tightly, and the man's iron heart softened again.

"A Qing would like to call me like this in the future."

Seeing the boy nodding cleverly, Ming Zhe dropped his hand and said, "Come on, go downstairs to eat."

"Ok."

He Qing whispered, got up and got out of bed, waited to stand on the expensive stall, and looked at the room that was obviously cold and hardly arranged.

"Don't you like it?"

Mingzhe took the boy's hand, and the soft touch that seemed to shatter made him feel relieved. "This is my room. Your room is next to it. The maid is cleaning."

He Qing nodded obediently, and some swollen eyes have been carefully watching the surrounding environment, even the footsteps are as light as possible.

He consciously concealed himself well, but forgot that his hand was still held by the man, Mingzhe slightly lowered his eyes, feeling the soft palm of the boy who was sweating because of the big tension in his hand, and his eyes fell on his lips. White face.

The man only felt like he was holding a small animal that had just stepped into human society, fearing that he would be hurt and had to stand up to face it.

Pity that he has just lost his parents, Mingzhe has twelve points of patience with this little guy who has just stepped into his territory.

"If you are afraid at night, come to my room."

Hearing this sentence, the little boy seemed to be relieved, and grasped the man's hand a little bit loose.

The Mingzhe family is still very big. He has always upheld the belief that he will spend money when he earns money, and no one can be treated badly. Therefore, he took He Qing’s hand and walked down the long stairs, sitting gorgeous and expensive. At the dining table, the servants served more expensive dishes.

Because Mingzhe lived abroad for seven years, the dishes on the table were basically Western food.

The boy was placed next to Mingzhe, looking at the dinner plate in front of him, his face was helpless.

Others were small, sitting on a chair, with their short legs swaying in the air, daring not to move, and looked at the dinner plate in front of them. The eyes that had shed a lot of tears in the past few days had accumulated tears again.

Mingzhe had just prepared to eat, turned his head and met the pretty boy who was grieved with tears in his mouth, and he was stunned.

"what happened?"

He thought he was a gentle word. Unfortunately, he looked too cold. He spoke like a reprimand. He Qing was so frightened that the tears that were just spinning in his eyes fell immediately, right It fell on the plate.

Seeing him just crying and not talking, Mingzhe simply put down the fork and patiently asked again, "Isn't it uncomfortable? Or do you miss Mom and Dad?"

He Qing wiped her tears and began to choke in a small voice. While sobbing, she grieved with a terrible voice and said, "No, I won't eat by myself..."

"what?"

The boy's voice was soft, and then mixed with sobbing and sobbing, Mingzhe really didn't hear much.

His voice was louder, and He Qing scared him, thinking in his heart that he was murdering himself, and he cried even more suddenly.

He Qing is cute. The little one sits in a chair much larger than himself. The crying is also small. From time to time, he still wipes his tears with his hands. This look does not make Ming Zhe hate it. On the contrary, he thinks He was soft in his heart, but he couldn't keep He Qing crying all the time.

Fortunately, the housekeeper who had been waiting to rescue him rescued him, "Master He shouldn't be able to eat by himself."

After hearing this, the man frowned, "Can't you eat by yourself at the age of seven?"

When he was seven years old, didn't he always eat by himself?

The boy cried, thinking that he was abandoning himself, so he dared not cry, but his appearance of sobbing with his head down and forbearing not crying was more pitiful than crying.

Mingzhe had no choice but to support his fortune. He was afraid of He Qing, so he had to go into battle on his own. "Come, uncle feeds you, don't cry."

It's such a petite little guy. He clearly remembered that He Zhiwen had said that his son was absolutely not spoiled before. How could he be like this.

It was hard to hold the little boy. After a little bit of eating, noon had passed completely. He picked up the boy without any effort and coaxed softly, "Uncle goes to work in the afternoon, you are good at home, OK? ?"

He Qing was very upset when he heard that he wanted to stay alone in this strange place. He was scared to see it. Mingzhe almost thought he would cry and not let himself go, which was unexpected. The boy nodded obediently with red eyes.

He whispered in a hoarse voice, "I'm waiting for my uncle at home."

This timid and well-behaved appearance softened Mingzhe's heart. He touched He Qing's small head and softened his voice. "I promise to come back soon."

Seeing him nodding cleverly with his big eyes open, the man straightened up and said magnetically, "Housekeeper, A Qing will live at home in the future."

The butler understood and quickly changed his mind, "I will take care of the young master."

Mingzhe hugged the boy himself and went to the room that had been cleaned out.

The temporarily arranged room is full of children's playfulness, and there is even a big furry pillow on the bed. The boy shrunk in the man's arms and his eyes were bright and timid.

"Do you like it?" Ming Zhe couldn't really appreciate the style of the room. When he was thinking about whether to rearrange it, he heard He Qing's soft voice with a little surprise.

"like……"

Mingzhe can even feel that the small arms of the child in his arms are tight, as if expressing gratitude.

In his ear, there was a small whisper of thanks from the boy, "Thank you uncle..."

The voice was delicate and soft, like a feather falling lightly in Mingzhe's heart.

The cold heart of the man has softened into a piece, he thought, finally knowing why so many people like children so much, if his children are so obedient and obedient, it is not bad to have one.

Such thoughts flashed, Mingzhe put He Qing on the bed properly, and saw that he stretched out his hand to go to the slippers, but he couldn't pull down the cute look. The smile flashed in his eyes, and he crouched down. Body, easily helped him take off his shoes.

The small one didn't even have his own big feet held by his feet. The man lowered his head and ripped off the fluffy socks painted with chicks, revealing Bai Shengsheng's little feet.

"Okay, get into the quilt!"

After helping the boy take off his shoes, Mingzhe got up and hugged his little body into the quilt, carefully covering him.

There is a TV opposite the bed. He turned on the TV and sat with the remote control by the bed. "Will you use the remote control?"

He Qing was sitting on the soft bed with a big pillow next to him, and his body was relaxed. He nodded obediently, "It will work."

He gave the remote control to him, watched the boy change channels himself, and confirmed that he did, Mingzhe was relieved.

"Okay, then you are watching TV obediently. There is a button here to see if there is. If you want anything, just press it and the housekeeper will come."

Seeing that He Qing nodded, the man stood up, walked slender legs to the door, and looked back uncomfortably.

The boy was sitting on the bed, his white face was full of reluctance, and he was blinking and looking at himself.

Mingzhe almost returned to hug him to the company, but reason told him he couldn't do this, so he had a smile and said softly, "I'll be back soon." He went out and closed the door.

Mingzhe had been developing abroad before and had plans to return to China, but who knows what happened to He Zhiwen, he raised He Qing, and of course all the industries of the He family will now be taken over by him.

It is not unreasonable to say that He Zhiwen left his will to let Ming Zhe raise He Qing.

There are countless relatives of the He family, but none of them are reliable. If the son puts them in their hands, it will definitely not be better.

Mingzhe is different. He is not an upright person, but he will never be greedy for an industry that parents who have lost their parents who have little self-preservation ability have left for him. What’s more, Mingzhe’s assets far outperformed his family. Don't worry anymore.

Knowing what He Zhiwen thought, the man had some troubles, but these troubles disappeared after a long time of contact with the boy.

This little kid is really cute.

Keep it up, and when he grows up a little, teach him well and continue to take over the He family in the future.

Thinking of the sad look of the child sitting on the bed before leaving, and the appearance that he wouldn't eat himself wronged and wipe his tears, Mingzhe held the pen in his hand, and a trace of smile crossed his eyes.

It's really sticky and coquettish. If children are like this, it seems good to get married and have children.

Just thinking, the phone dingdong, He Qing's medical report came out.

The man looked at it and frowned.

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The man who usually worked overtime till ten o'clock today returned home early in the morning. When the housekeeper greeted him, he looked upstairs subconsciously.

"What is A Qing doing?"

The steward replied respectfully, "The little master said that he was sleepy and wanted to sleep."

are you asleep?

Feeling a little worried in his heart, Mingzhe went upstairs and opened the boy's room. He walked lightly to the bed, but found that there was no one left on the bed.

He was shocked. He subconsciously went downstairs to ask the housekeeper. He hadn't taken a step yet. He remembered that so many servants upstairs and downstairs could not let He Qing run away, so he slowly put his heart down. .

But where did He Qing go?

Soon everyone in the villa was busy looking for it, and the man frowned, feeling a little worried.

The housekeeper came over, "Sir, I searched all the rooms, but I didn't find the young master. Don't worry, you have someone to check and monitor, and you will immediately know where the young master is."

Mingzhe didn't worry about finding a boy. He was afraid that He Qing would be alone. He was so young. He was raised by his parents and he couldn't even eat by himself. At the age of seven, he never went to school. Crying in which corner to hide.

The man's frown grew tighter when he thought that the boy would be afraid of crying where he couldn't see.

He Qing is so clever, how could he secretly run out of the room alone?

The servants turned the whole villa over, but they couldn't find it. Where can he hide?

No, the man paused.

There is also a place where others dare not go.

The man quickly turned around and went to his room next door, gently opened the door, and he saw a small bulge under the quilt in the middle of the bed.

Sure enough, he came here. He was relieved and stepped forward lightly, but the housekeeper quickly followed.

Mingzhe gently lifted the quilt, He Qing really curled up and lay inside. The small body was slightly undulating and felt the light. The boy’s pink lips were perturbed unsteadily. He unconsciously reached out his small hand and put his thumb in it. In his mouth, his expression calmed down again.

Seeing this, the butler asked in a low voice, "Sir, I will take the young master to the next room and sleep."

He knew Mingzhe had always hated people entering his room.

"Forget it." The man looked at the boy who was curled up on the big bed and looked even more petite.

He lowered his voice, being careful not to disturb He Qing, "Don't wake him up, let him sleep in my room tonight."

The housekeeper was full of surprises. He Qing was surprised to know that He Qingneng could stay in Mingzhe's room for a while. He didn't expect Mr. Ming to be so fond of this airborne young master.

After he went out lightly, only Mingzhe and the boy who fell asleep were left in the room.

The man touched his little head, carefully hugged him on the pillow, and dared not make too much movement. He lay on the other pillow and closed his eyes slowly.

In the ear is the boy's soft breathing, he slightly raised his lips.

With such a child by his side, it must be very nice to raise him.