The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Seeing the woman who followed Dr. Bai, Mingzhe's eyes dropped, his expression was just angry, and the cry of the child in his arms suddenly became louder. He quickly lowered his head to coax, and hurriedly urged while coaxing.

"Come and show him!"

Dr. Bai is a very experienced veteran doctor. He has heard the housekeeper say the specific situation on the phone. He sits down under the man's sight and puts his hand on He Qing's round belly.

"what--"

The child who had just shrunk in the arms of the man just now was stimulated by the sudden pain, bouncing up like a live fish, his small face wrinkled tightly.

Seeing this, Dr. Bai slowly withdrew his hand and asked Yan Yuese, "Does it hurt?"

"Woo... hurt..."

He Qing's tears seemed to be free of money. It fell on the back of the man's hand holding him, and Mingzhe patted his back.

Seeing the child chuckling in his arms, the man quickly asked, "Doctor Bai, how about A Qing? Is it serious?"

"It's nothing serious, just eating too much." Doctor Bai touched his white beard and continued to smile at He Qing. "Come on, little boy, stretch out your hand and show grandpa."

It can be seen that He Qing is still afraid of this man who just pressed his stomach, but leaning on the man's arms, he still stretched out his hand carefully.

"Tongue sticks out to see."

After a series of diagnoses, Dr. Bai made a conclusion.

"It's just eating too much, but the child is a little weak. You have to make up. Take medicated food. I will prescribe it for you."

"First treat this stomachache."

After some tossing, when Dr. Bai felt his beard dangling and was ready to make an inquiry, he noticed that there were still two people standing in the corner.

"Eh, Mingzhe, you have guests."

The man was holding the child to help him rub his belly, raised his eyes impatiently, and met a pair of flattering eyes.

"Mr. Ming, let me take a look at A Qing."

She said, her eyes fell on her face with tears on her face, and she fell down in a man's arms, a sleepy boy, and her expression immediately felt distressed.

"Eh, what's the matter, A Qing, Auntie sees you here."

Seeing the woman talking and talking, she would reach out and touch, Qingzhe protects He Qing, his eyes filled with coldness, "The agreement has been signed, what are you doing."

"Looking at you, I am A Qing's aunt. Although I have no custody, I can still visit him from time to time."

"A Qing likes to play with his cousin the most. I also brought my son on purpose."

With that said, she called the little boy next to him, "Cuan Jin, say hello to your uncle Ming."

Song Chuanjin is ten years old this year. He looks handsome and stands upright. At this moment, he is nervously obedient and shouts, "Good Uncle Ming."

The man's hand kept rubbing gently on the boy's small belly, and he laughed when he heard the woman's words, and didn't mean to give her face at all.

"see a visitor out."

"Eh, Mr. Ming, Mr. Ming!"

After being pushed out of the door, Aunt He didn't recover from the shock that she was actually kicked out.

She is A Qing's aunt, why should Mingzhe chase her!

"Auntie, forget it, let's go."

Song Chuanjin glanced back and walked to the woman, "He didn't want to care about us at all."

"No, what if we leave your dad! Now the company will not be able to see it. Only Mingzhe can ask for it!"

Thinking of this, Aunt He Xiao regrets in her eyes. She knew that the man who took He Qing’s custody right was Mingzhe. She had a good relationship with him that day, otherwise her husband would have no place to ask someone for something.

She didn't give up yet, and pulled out Song Chuanjin's hand, "Chuan Jin, A Qing likes to play with you the most, Auntie must find a way to let you see it, you coax him, I think this Mingzhe is also OK Okay, maybe he will get up as soon as he talks about your dad’s company!"

The boy was spoiled by the man and worriedly hugged in his arms. The look on Song Chuanjin's face remained the same. He slowly pulled his hand out, "I know, I will coax him well."

Aunt He Xiao also found herself a little too excited, and immediately looked a little scornful. "Let's go back, standing outside for so long, my aunt's stomach is a little uncomfortable."

Looking away from the woman's flat abdomen, Song Chuanjin lowered his eyes, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Okay."

【Ding! Song Chuanjin's favor: 5】

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"Married to the upstart, the ex-wife's ex-wife still has a son, and is now rushing around for help for her husband's company. It is estimated that you know your identity, so I came to climb the relationship."

"laugh."

Mingzhe put down his phone, his eyes full of impatient.

A woman who says that A Qing is mentally handicapped in public and thinks about how to divide Hejia's industry before getting custody is better not to let A Qing get in touch.

"uncle……"

The child sleeping on the bed suddenly screamed, and the man stepped forward to see him with his eyes closed, his face red and puffy, his thumb in his mouth, and his pink lips wriggled from time to time, as if he was sucking .

Mingzhe's eyes were full of spoiled pats, "Uncle is here..."

"Well……"

I don't know if the child heard it in his sleep, but the delicate brows, which had been slightly wrinkled, relaxed, and the look returned to peace again.

The man sat by the bed, looking at his well-behaved sleep, his lips could not help but whip up a small arc.

Immediately after thinking of the inspection report, the smile fell again.

How could such a lovely child have IQ problems?

"It's no problem for IQ, it's just a little slower." Doctor Bai said very surely, touching his long beard.

"When he was born, he was a little underdeveloped. When he was old, he didn't learn to speak. It is estimated that his parents were in a hurry to check and found out this result."

"In fact, this can't be regarded as a disease at all. As long as the parents teach them well, they will be no different than ordinary people when they grow up, but this child is probably because the parents think he can't learn, so they don't teach anything. "

"You can teach it well in the future. The response may be a bit slow, but you can definitely learn."

After listening to Dr. Bai, Ming Zhe was a little surprised, but he still didn't let go of his worries, "Then said the infirmity before?"

"This, premature babies, will be more or less difficult. I will give you a medicated diet, and I will keep it slowly."

"Oh!" The old man with a white beard was packing up his medicine chest, and suddenly thought of what turned around, "Where did you turn this kid from, it doesn't look like no one is in charge, it's still very delicately raised ."

"He Zhiwen's, my half son."

Thinking of the well-behaved child upstairs, the half son Mingzhe said rightly.

When talking about He Zhiwen, Dr. Bai also understood, "I didn't see it. Your kid is quite righteous, okay. For the sake of your righteousness, today's consultation fee is 20% off."

The man gave him a cool look, "How about medicine money?"

"Hahaha, don't be so real. This child looks good, but his body is weak, just like a glass doll. It must be kept well. It can't fall for a moment. You need more places for me later."

This sentence came to an end. He Qing had only been there for a few months, and Dr. Bai ran no less than ten times.

On the tenth time, he wrote the prescription feebly. The old man with a white beard turned back silently and glanced at the man who was carefully placing the wet towel on He Qing's head.

"I said you can't be so spoiled. If he wants to play with water, just let him play? It's no wonder that he is so small and not sick."

Mingzhe pressed his face and touched the child's hot forehead. His eyes were full of self-blame. "I swim every day when he is so big, I thought..."

"Can he compare with you? An iron stone, a jade doll, this is the first few times, I told you, don't be so spoiled, go on like this, A Qing will be spoiled by you sooner or later!"

"Like the little young people who drive around in cars every day. They eat, drink and have fun every day. The businesses at home don't take a glance. When you cry, there is no place to cry."

The man who was patting the child gently and coaxing him listened to it, and his eyes were full of spoiling, and then he said, "That's not bad, just don't play with bad health. The assets of He's family, plus those under my name, are enough for him to eat and drink for a lifetime Have fun."

Dr. Bai's shocked prescription was not written.

"What? Do you want to give your property to A Qing?"

"You are crazy, do you know how much that is!"

Mingzhe looked down at He Qing's cute appearance with his mouth open slightly, and gently scraped his small nose, seeing that the sleeping child was grievously holding his thumb and couldn't help showing a smile.

"Anyway, I don't plan to get married and have children, so I might as well give A Qing."

This logic is really god...

Dr. Bai silently picked up the pen he dropped on the ground. "Finally, A Qing is seven years old, and it's time to go to school."

"Going to school?" The man frowned. "Can't I ask a teacher at home?"

"Children still have to play with their peers. You leave A Qing at home every day. He has no other entertainment activities besides watching TV. He played with water today and got sick. If you are really worried, you can find In a nearer school, A Qing will be happy if the children run together."

"But he is weak..." Subconsciously, Mingzhe didn't want to let this child in need of careful care leave his sight.

Dr. Bai rolled his eyes. "If you let you watch TV at home every day, it is not weak and weak. If he was not so strict when he was a child, he would rarely walk on his own. It is estimated that he will not lose his body now. In this way, you don’t have to follow suit."

"Furthermore, the child still needs friends. Can you take care of him when he grows up? Can you take me where you go? When you were at work, A Qing was not alone."

"A lonely person grows up, you are not afraid that A Qing will grow up and blame you!"

The man frowned and touched the child's hot face with some worry, but he should have come down. "Wait for him to be cured before sending him to school."

But he was still unwilling. He could take A Qing to work, and he could just teach him how to handle company affairs.

Although he really wanted to do this, when He Qing was ill, he was reluctant to hug the boy who was still in his sleep.

"A Qingyao, go to school today, don't sleep..."

In fact, it’s not too early, but He Qing has always been asleep, and Mingzhe always understands that he is not well enough to let him sleep when he wants to sleep, but today is not good.

"I'm sleepy……"

Being hugged and standing up, the child relaxed and leaned against the man’s arms without opening his eyes. He was coquettish and refused to get up as usual, "I still want to sleep..."

When the soft voice with deep sleepiness fell into his ears, the man almost agreed, but fortunately he woke up at the last moment, forcing himself to harden his heart, "When you come home from school to sleep, be good, Today is your first day at school, be obedient."

Over the past few months, the man has been worthy of obedience to He Qing, but if he must insist, no matter how He Qing asks and acts of coquettishness, he will not soften. Hearing his tone, the child has to face aggrieved Zhang Open your eyes and stretch out your short hand to dress.

He moved slowly, putting clothes on himself one by one, looking awkward and pitiful, and soon He Qing was tired, looking up at the man with a small face, hoping that he could help himself softly.

Mingzhe squatted indifferently, "Uncle only helps you wear socks, the others come by themselves."

The child's grieved, narrowed mouth forced him to continue his struggle with the clothes.

Seeing him a little angry and dare not show up, the man's mouth happily hooked up and gently touched his little head, "Well, if A Qing went to school and didn't like it, uncle will find you one Teacher, come home to learn."

His hands are small furry heads, and Mingzhe thought confidently. This is not because he did not give A Qing and his peers the opportunity to contact him. If he really blamed him then, it would be a big deal to say that he chose it himself.

With this idea in mind, the man led He Qing into the car and drove him to school in person. With a smile on his face, the boy walked into the classroom and sat down timidly asking for help. Big.

It seems that it will not take a day, no, maybe for a long time, A Qing will cry and make trouble to go home.

The confident man returned to the company to work hard in a good mood, and rushed to the school as soon as the school time came at noon.

Because He Qing already knew some rough words, plus his age was enough, he was placed in the first grade. Now it is time for lunch. Because the children are young, the teacher took them to the cafeteria to eat.

The food in the cafeteria is the same. Mingzhe looks at the swaying green pepper and is full of worry.

A Qing doesn't like green peppers. He can even say that he hates green peppers very much. He loves crying so much that he doesn't cry his nose.

He hasn’t learned how long he has eaten. When he is at home, he can help feed from time to time. Now that no one is feeding, and he doesn’t like to eat green pepper, will he be hungry?

There were hundreds of worries in my heart. A man in a suit and a leather suit passed through a group of small bean curds. From afar, he saw a little thin figure of his own child.

He wore a bright yellow coat this morning. This suit was selected by Mingzhe himself. He Qing put on it as cute as a chubby little duck. Every time he saw him wearing this dress, he walked in small steps. Mingzhe will want to laugh when he comes.

The man looked carefully and saw that he turned his back to himself and didn't know what to do on the dinner plate, and walked there with a smile on his lips.

The little Douding nearby were all sitting at a table, except for He Qing who was empty and opposite each other. Ming Zhe felt pitiful, and quietly raised joy in his heart.

It seems that A Qing is not very popular in school. If he is wronged, he will cry and want to go back with him.

Thinking of this, the man quietly raised the corner of his mouth, coughed slightly, and opened his mouth to shout.

——"A Qing!"

There was also a childish voice on the side, and the teenager in school uniform came over with a smile on his face, "Here, drink you want."

Mingzhe's face was sullen, and his ears turned back to him, He Qingtian thankfully said, "Thank you brother."

After seeing Song Chuanjin's appearance, the man strode forward and sat down at another table with a sullen face.

He knocked on the table, "A Qing."

He Qing, who was holding a straw to drink water, looked over in confusion, and his eyes lighted up when he saw the coming person.

"uncle!"

The child's face was white with a drink, and his big eyes were full of surprises, "Are you coming to see me?"

"Yes." The original anger dissipated half after seeing the child happily laughing at himself, and Mingzhe reached out and squeezed his flirty little face.

"Have you been at school?"

"It's alright." The answer, which is completely opposite to the imagination, entered the man's ear canal. There was something unpleasant in his heart, but he was happy when he saw He Qing.

However, he was glad that he was covered up after seeing the drink held in He Qing's hand. He glanced at Song Chuanjin, who had been sitting quietly, with a calm face, and he naturally reached out and took the drink into his hands.

He Qing still maintained the posture of sucking the drink, staring at him with a wide open eyes, as if he hadn't reflected the fact that his drink disappeared in an instant.

"You are not in good health, drink less of this kind of thing." He Qing squeezed the beverage bottle under He Qing's eyes. He touched the child's head and emphasized, "If you don't feel used to school, uncle, Just change the school for you, or teach at home."

He Qing, who was still reluctant before going out, only hugged the door, crying and shouting, but he shook his head innocently.

"I am used to it."

Since the man came, the little boy who was sitting on the side and said nothing, also spoke appropriately, "Uncle Ming is assured, I will take care of A Qing."

He is a child. Rao Shimingzhe knows that his idea is not good for a child, but seeing He Qingkai happy with Song Chuanjin, the man still suffocated.

This silly boy, still happy, is estimated to be counting money after being sold.

He couldn't bear to say anything to He Qing, and eventually nodded perfunctoryly, "Then trouble you."

"Uncle, go to work quickly, be careful being late."

Usually listening to the words of warm heart makes Ming Zhe feel uncomfortable at this moment, is it true that children need playmates?

This has just been accompanied, don't want him as an uncle.

Although he felt a little lost in his heart and was still vigilant about Song Chuanjin's identity, Mingzhe still could not bear the uncomfortable feeling when he saw the child he raised happily.

From taking Xiao Heqing to his home, although he was obedient and obedient, Ming Zhe always felt that he was a little too obedient. He watched TV every day or went to the garden to see flowers, although Ming Zhe could handle the work for a month without doing anything It's not too boring, but he didn't think a child could do this.

That's how He Qing's elementary school career began.

I don’t know if I still remember what Song Chuanjin took with him when he was a child. He Qing is very dependent on this cousin who is three years older than himself. The two are in a school, and it’s okay to follow behind every day. , Back home, still muttering Chuan Jin brother.

"Brother Chuanjin has a horse at home, a big one, he also brought a picture to show me, it is so big, so tall..."

The soft voice peculiar to the child sounded with excitement. Mingzhe sat on the sofa and watched him stretch out his hand, making gestures, as if he also realized that his hands were too short, so he walked in front of the man and took his Hand gestures.

"It's like an uncle's arm is so big, so long!"

Listening to the child's face full of admiration and envy from others, the man smiled lightly and dropped his hand. "Does Aqing like ponies? How about uncle buying you a horse?"

He Qing's surprise voice changed, and his eyes rushed up brightly, and Chimi kissed him on the man's cheek. "Really! Uncle want to buy a pony!"

Seeing that he finally closed his mouth without telling his brother Jin, the man smiled and hugged the child in his arms, "Yes, buy A Qing, what A Qing wants, your uncle will buy it for you."

The next day, Ming Zhe bought a beautiful pony with care. When the beautiful pony with a beautiful coat and watery eyes looked over, He Qing screamed excitedly, and the small body was timid and Longing around this little foal for a long time.

In the end, he ran forward and asked Mingzhe for help.

"Uncle, I dare not go..."

"Come on, uncle is with you."

The man who had long looked at the child in a surprised look and laughed softly picked him up, let He Qing shrink into his arms and reach out.

The next second when he touched the pony's head, the short hand seemed to be taken back in fright, and the child's eyes widened, happy and excited.

"Can you ride it? Brother Chuanjin will ride a horse!"

Why did he mention Song Chuanjin again, Mingzhe was puzzled for a moment, but he quickly put this little emotion behind his head, he held He Qing's chubby hand and led him to touch the pony.

"A Qing is still young, and he has not reached the age where he can ride a horse."

He Qingyue's expression fell down, grabbing the man's clothes a little unwillingly, "but I want to ride..."

"Pony is still young, just as young as A Qing. When he grows up, A Qing will grow up and he can ride a horse."

If He Qing’s shortcoming is crying, then the advantage is that it’s easy to coax. He doesn’t ask how long it is before he grows up. If he is happy, he will turn back and kiss him hard. Cheeks.

"Thank you uncle! I like my uncle the most!"

Mingzhe was full of smiles in his coaxing eyes, holding He Qingdian upside down, the magnetic voice was full of spoiling, "But it can really coax people, little clever ghost."

Since Mingzhe bought a pony for He Qing, he finally won't talk about what happened to Brother Jin Jin.

Although it was changed to what the pony is today, and what it will be tomorrow, in view of seeing that the horse is for his own sake, the man let him go very generously.

Sure enough, as Dr. Bai said, since He Qing began to go to school, the whole person has been cheered up, and even his body looks much better than before.

However, according to Mingzhe's investigation, because He Qing's character is too shy, the children in the class are either bullies or crying ghosts. He hasn't made friends of the same age at present. The reason why he is so happy every day is because Song The cheap cousin at home every day hollowed out his mind to coax him happy.

Of course, Ming Zhe wouldn’t think it was a cousin’s friendship. If nothing else, he said that every time he saw Song Chuanjin, he didn’t look like a ten-year-old kid. Of course, he was still too tender. Otherwise, it will not be seen thoroughly by men.

He always hated this kind of deliberate use of things, but as the children became happier every day, the smile on his face was no longer as timid as it used to be, and he went with him.

Men are confident, and no one can hurt their children under their eyes.

He acquiesced Song Chuanjin's approach to He Qing here, and the two naturally walked closer and closer at school. Finally, in more than a month, He Qing happily brought Song Chuanjin back home, of course, after Mingzhe agreed in the case of.

Watching the child running around with all kinds of toys and delicious food, the man sat on the sofa and watched TV faintly, and stopped He Qing Xiaobu when he passed him, "A Qing, give me one. "

"Okay!" The child looked up with a pale face and happily agreed to come down.

Mingzhe looked at the TV and stretched out his slender hand to pick it up, but his lips were pushed into a strawberry. He subconsciously dropped it into the mouth and looked down.

He Qing stood next to him, and took another strawberry in his little hand. "Do you want to eat uncle?"

This little clever ghost has never been so diligent before. Mingzhe glanced at him helplessly, reaching for the strawberry. "Okay, uncle will stop eating. Go and entertain your friends."

"Ok!"

Seeing He Qing really holding a plate of strawberries unreservedly and ran upside down, the man squeezed the strawberry in his hand for a moment and couldn't help but laugh.

Why does he like Song Chuanjin so much?

At this moment, Mingzhe certainly didn't think so much. He just thought that He Qing likes to play with children older than himself. Coupled with his fact that he is happy day by day, he hasn't given birth to much obstruction.

While eating, Mingzhe had no intention of glancing at Song Chuanjin.

He stood upright, sat upright, and had a graceful posture to eat. At first glance, he was well trained, and his every move was exactly the most promising template for Ming Zhe.

Look at the children you raised.

He Qing’s eyes were fixed on his bowl. His mouth was small, but his movements were very fast. If he was so big, he would not use chopsticks and forks. At the moment, he was holding his special small spoon bit by bit. The little face was swollen and unwilling to stop.

The man looked helpless, picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped off the grin from the mouth of the child, his voice was low, full of spoiling, "No one is robbing you, eating so anxiously."

The child raised her small face to wipe, and waited for the food in her mouth to finish, and then explained a little embarrassedly, "Because it is delicious."

Mingzhe looked at his guilty appearance and couldn't help laughing. "Delicious, eat more today."

It sounds great that A Qingyang is chubby.

Without knowing what Mingzhe was thinking about, He Qing ate another bite, and casually glanced at Song Chuanjin, only to find that he was looking at himself.

"Brother, you eat."

"Ok."

Song Chuanjin responded absently, and lowered his head in envy.

He really envied He Qing. He used to be envious when his parents were still there. Now he still envy without his parents.

While envious, there was a little jealousy.

Why is he so lucky?

Auntie said that when He Qing was born, he was found to have a brain problem. Almost all relatives persuaded He parents to regenerate one, but they just refused to give up He Qing.

Carefully raised this child who can be called mentally handicapped, and did not let him eat at all.

When there are at least eight lessons a day, and Song Chuanjin, who learns to ride horses, knows that He Qing does not need to learn anything, as long as he is comfortable and happy, the taste in his heart is already exhausted.

Song Chuanjin lost his mother when he was young, and his father was unreliable. Others were clever. They knew what kind of situation they would face if they didn’t work hard. Proud, even after marrying a stepmother, he did not ignore him.

Everyone praises his cleverness, but only Song Chuanjin knows how hard he is, and in such a desperate hard work to survive, he Qing, who can’t compare with himself but can enjoy his parents’ love, is certainly not in his eyes. Then it looks good.

Later, he learned that He Qing's parents passed away, leaving He Qing with a huge family property and brain problems.

Hearing how his father and stepmother discussed how to grab custody, and how to take He's property as his own, Song Chuanjin had a complicated mind.

Sure enough, you still have to rely on yourself. What envy He Qing once lived in fell into the hands of his scumbag father, and his future life will never be better.

It wasn't until that day that the stepmother came back violently and had a quarrel with his father at night. He didn't know that He Qing's custody was taken away by a stranger, and the other party seemed to be very powerful.

Song Chuanjin originally thought that the person who took He Qing's custody right was also for the property of He's family, and he also sympathized with He Qing for a while.

But I didn't expect that that person actually adopted He Qing as a son.

Song Chuanjin sat straight, sipping the soup in the bowl bit by bit. When he saw that the boy with a pretty face across the street wanted to eat, he couldn't catch it. He opened his mouth and waited for the man to feed.

If his mother didn’t die, he wouldn’t study every night until no one urged him to go to bed early.

He Qing, ha ha, ha ha, eat the food fed by the man, and smile at him sweetly, "Thank you uncle."

"Little sweet mouth!"

He was disgusted with his mouth, but Mingzhe was very helpful in his heart. He turned his head and peeled shrimp for He Qing.

Meizizi was eating his favorite shrimp, and the child who was enjoying his clothes to reach out and open his mouth finally noticed that his brother Chuanjin had not continued to eat.

"Brother Chuanjin, are you full after eating so little?"

A soft and sweet voice sounded on the opposite side. Song Chuanjin recovered and raised his eyes to meet the child's gaze. He was stunned when he saw the undisguised worry in those beautiful black and white eyes.

"brother?"

Seeing that he did not answer, He Qing called again.

Song Chuanjin reacted completely this time, and quickly lowered his head to eat a bite of meat, "I haven't yet, I'm still eating."

In other people’s homes, the number of courtesies cannot be lost. This is the number of courtesies that his father taught from an early age. What’s more, he is still asking for people today, so he has to be more careful.

After eating, Mingzhe did not deliberately go upstairs to the study room as before. Sure enough, Song Chuanjin came over hesitantly, and his face was full of tension.

"You want me to help the Song family, at least have to pay a little reward." After listening to him patiently, the man raised his eyebrows, did not immediately refuse, but did not agree.

help……

It is impossible to count on his father, but if the Song family really fell, Song Chuanjin would be hundreds of times more difficult than he is now.

He gritted his teeth and bowed his head firmly, "As long as you are willing to help, I will definitely repay when I grow up..."

"Come on."

Mingzhe waved his hand and interrupted his words, "What is the use of these empty checks. Although you are still young, you should know the nature of the businessman, there is no benefit, and no one will shoot."

After being punished, Song Chuanjin's ugly head was lowered again.

As Ming Zhe said, their family has no benefit to those who are willing to help them. Song Song is not only a scum, but also a prodigal son. Song Chuanjin is still small and can't control him, he can only watch Song Fuyi. A little bit will ruin the home industry.

Father Song's character is only to see the company accident, let his wife and children go out the door, and see clearly when he hides outside.

His father was unreliable, and he was temporarily unable to do so. Song Chuanjin kept his mouth closed several times, and couldn't think of anything that could convince Mingzhe.

In the end, he could only say one sentence.

"What do you want me to do for you."

This sentence was originally hopeless, but unexpectedly, the unfathomable man in front of him chuckled and replied.

"You also saw that A Qing likes you very much."

"I know why you are so pleased with him these days. As long as you coax him like you are now, I will help you this time."

"Of course, I still have to pay the remuneration. Although the industry will shrink, it is better than nothing?"

He Qing was actually taken care of.

This is what Song Chuanjin couldn't think of anyway.

Although Mingzhe also said that he would receive remuneration, it would be very difficult for people of his level to be willing to take action.

Looking far, he looked at the boy who was walking on the treadmill in small steps and little steps, and Song Chuanjin's eyes were full of firmness.

"As long as you support me, I am willing to take care of A Qing for a lifetime."

The man who seemed to be lying lazily on the sofa chuckled, "I don't need you for a lifetime, you just have to watch him order at school."

Although A Qing is only seven years old, he will always grow up in the future.

In case of early love, skipping class, or being bullied, he would be useless even afterwards.

Song Chuanjin may be seen as a childish sight by Ming Zhe, but among his peers, he must be able to mix the type of feng shui and have himself pressed on it, even if A Qing's reaction is no matter how slow, it is not always Will be bullied.

Song Chuanjin was sent away, and Ming Zhe sat on the sofa, seeing his children standing reluctantly at the door, looking and watching, funny and mad.

"A Qing, come here."

When He Qing walked over, he let people sit beside him and knocked on his little head, "How do you like Song Chuanjin so much?"

"He is the elder brother." It was knocked inexplicably, although the child didn't hurt, the child still hugged his little head with a grieved mouth.

"I am still an uncle, and I have never seen you like me so much."

He Qing straightened his waist and heard his men's taste. "He likes his brother and uncle!"

After talking, seeing the handsome man in front of him with a smile on his face, he was lack of confidence, and he had to be coquettish when he was lack of confidence.

He Qing rolled into the man's arms like a discouraged little ball, and his sweet voice lengthened his confession, "A Qing likes his brother and his uncle most!"

"My favorite uncle!"

Mingzhe laughed and hugged the little man in his arms.

"You are sweet!"

"Remember this sentence for me. I like Song Chuanjin not to overtake me."

He Qing raised her white face with confidence and patted her chest to make sure.

"No, I like my uncle the most. No one can surpass my uncle!"

After he finished, he asked confidently, "Uncle, does he like me the most?"

It's really a little grind.

When the man saw his little appearance waiting for praise, he had to follow his heart and touch his small head.

"Okay, my uncle likes Aqing the most."

"No one can surpass our little Aqing."