The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

When He Qing went out and came back again, at night, Yan Rong could not leave this house. He could only sit at the window and looked out with a pair of eyes.

He knew he was dead, no one could hear what he said, no one could see his body, and he could only be trapped in this house with nothing.

Yan Rong knew that He Qing was boring, but he didn't expect him to be so bored. He came home from get off work every day, didn't watch TV, didn't play mobile phones or games, didn't even look at the newspaper.

He would first incense the unknown bottle, and then cook, wash dishes and mopping the floor after cooking, like a hardworking family cook.

After doing this, take a bath and sleep.

This is not the point. The point is that as a ghost that can't touch anything, Yan Rong can only pass time to He Qing, and this person doesn't even watch TV. It can be imagined that he is now bored to an explosion.

Every day's entertainment is to blow into He Qing's ears, watching the pitiful appearance that he can't stand and can't stand cold.

Yan Rong didn't know how long he would stay here, but it was only three days, and he was bored.

Thinking wildly, the sound of the key opening the door rang, and Yan Rong, who spent a day in this quiet room, was a little excited. He jumped from the window sill and walked briskly to the living room.

But after seeing the man who came in with He Qing, his eyes chilled.

"Speaking of this, is this the first time I have come to your house?" Yan Ze said to the man beside him with a smile while changing shoes.

He Qing was still cold and cold. Instead of answering Yan Ze's words, he went to the kitchen and said, "What do you drink?"

"random."

Yan Zeyang answered in a loud voice. The face similar to Yan Rong felt very different. He was obviously only one year older than Yan Rong, but he looked more calm. He always had a gentle smile on his face, which made people look at it. Feeling good.

"Smile Tiger!"

Yan Rong sneered, standing in front of Yan Ze, who could not see him, scolding him, "Pretend to act!"

He has always been persevering to fight against this half-brother. There was a reason for him to go to school at home. Suddenly, one day he did not make trouble with Yan Ze, who forced him to send him abroad.

At that time, the Yan family happened to be in trouble and needed Grandpa Yan Ze's help to overcome the difficulties. Yan's father was helpless and had to send his young son who was not yet a teenager abroad, leaving Yan Rong alone and miserable abroad for five years.

His brain is active and he learns things quickly. After returning home, Yan Yan, who wanted to compensate him, wanted to let him do it alone, but when Yan Rong discovered that Yan Ze didn't want him to go to the company, he immediately became interested.

Yan Rong was in revenge. At the time, Yan Ze had caused him to stay abroad for five years, so now he must revenge.

He entered the company very smoothly, and looked at Yan Ze's ugly face. He just spent a lot of time in it.

As a result, I didn't expect to die in a car accident.

Thinking of the past, Yan Rong walked to Yan Ze to see how he was shaking, laughing wildly.

——Of course, in He Qing’s opinion, Yan Ze suddenly frowned and embraced his arm.

"what happened?"

He came out carrying the tea, frowning and looked at it.

"It's okay. I was blown by the wind and it was a little cold." Yan Zeqiang put down his hand with a smile, not wanting He Qing to see himself in a state of embarrassment.

He Qing put down the tea and pulled out a light smile, "It's a little cold in my house."

Yan Ze took a seat inside, but he still felt cold. He barely controlled the body that wanted to tremble, and said softly to the cold man, "A Qing, I don’t think I’ve chosen this room. Do you want it? Consider moving, there is a pretty good next to my house..."

"No need." He Qing shook his head and refused him. "I have lived here for a long time, and I have been used to it for a long time."

He took a sip of tea and thought of something. His eyes dimmed, and he looked up at Yan Ze, who was sitting opposite, "What about Yan Rong?"

Yan Ze's expression was on his face, and he quickly reacted, with a smile, "It's good, I haven't thank you for your help yet."

"Now my father is starting to give him a nuptial marriage, and when he is done, he is expected to give me his family property."

He had just finished saying this, and suddenly he felt cold all over him, like a series of cold winds blowing in, and it felt quite hot outside before.

Yan Ze couldn't stand the cold. Seeing the balcony was still a little bit of sunset, he quickly got up and tried to restrain the body that wanted to tremble. He Qingdao still maintained the original posture, "A Qing, I went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette."

Yan Rong followed him angrily, reaching out to pinch Yan Ze's neck, but would only pass through him again and again.

What does Yan Ze mean?

What is it, thank He Qing for your help!

He had always suspected that He Qing deliberately did not save him just to help Yan Ze pave the way. After Yan Ze admitted it himself, he couldn't believe it.

When Yan Ze harmed him, he also believed that He Qing had no hatred and no complaints with him. Could it be because of him and Yan Ze? ?

Thinking, Yan Ze got a call there.

He glanced at the man who walked into the kitchen, his eyes lowered, and a low response, "Don't you say don't call me?"

Yan Rong was standing beside him. He became a ghost and could hear the man's voice over the phone with much more sensitive hearing.

"Brother Yan, Yan Rong, but I killed you. You can't cross the river to demolish the bridge!"

"I'm in trouble, go back and say at night."

Yan Ze frowned and hung up the phone quickly.

He touched his cold hands, wondering how it got colder and colder.

Yan Rong stood beside him, as if he had anger in his heart. He had completely lost his mind. The three days of silence had already driven him crazy, and now, what did he hear?

His death was not an accident.

It is artificial.

Kill Yan Ze! Kill He Qing!

Let them pay the price!

Only this sentence remained in Yan Rong's mind.

He followed Yan Ze to the balcony. He Qing’s balcony had only half of the guardrail. His half-brother was leaning on it.

If Yan Rong is still a person, with a light push, Yan Ze will fall like a leaf.

But now, he is no longer human.

Hands crossed Yan Ze's body countless times, Yan Rong's eyes were full of blood, watching the man who might have killed himself smoking, ashes, falling from the air, and passing Yan Rong's hand.

He stunned his hand back, never realizing more clearly than he is now that he was dead.

He was killed by the indifferent boss and the big brother in front of him...

He could no longer drink with that group of buddies, and he could no longer see the old man, and even this terrible house could not be separated.

Yan Ze didn't realize that there was a ghost staring at him viciously around him. He snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and pulled out the ring box from his clothes. His eyes softened a bit.

"A Qing!"

He walked into the living room, Yan Rong's eyes followed behind, watching him kneel and open the box, revealing the beautiful diamond ring inside.

"Be with me, I will always be good to you."

The cold-faced man took a step back, his face was pale and his face was not moving, he lowered his eyes and his voice was soft, "I'm sorry."

Yan Ze flashed a glance in his eyes, but soon disappeared.

He stood up and said with a strong smile, "This is the fifth time you have rejected me. I can summon the dragon again in a few more times."

He complained, but his eyes kept looking at the man tenderly, as if he would never give up no matter how many times he was rejected.

None of the two knew, and Yan Rong stood beside him, staring at them coldly and pulling a smile of hatred.

It turned out that the relationship between these two people?

No wonder, no wonder He Qing will kill him!

Then everything makes sense!

The anger made Yan Rong warm up, and he didn't know what was going on, obviously he was burned alive, but since he was awake, his body has been cold and cold.

And now, as if he had recovered the burning sensation, he also recovered, the anger and hatred burned alive.

At this time, Yan Ze was already saying goodbye. He Qing stood by the door to see him off. The door closed. The cold man was about to close the door. When a cool wind blew, the door closed automatically.

He frowned, just to see where the wind was blowing from, and a pair of cold hands slowly lifted He Qing's face.

"Who!"

He clearly felt that there was someone in front of him, but the man couldn't see anything. He frowned and snorted loudly, but a light smile came from his ear.

The cool, silky-sounding sound that had just crawled out of the ground entered his ears.

"Mr. He..."

He said softly, like a lover's whisper, "Did you forget me so quickly?"

He Qing froze stiffly. He felt that someone was grabbing him from behind. With his hands, he slowly hugged his waist, a little, and tightened firmly.

"Yan Rong." The man heard himself saying, "Is it you?"

"Ok……"

The pair of hands could detect the cold hands through the clothes, and the harder stirrups. Yan Rong had a cruel smile on his lips. He used the same tone as before and asked him with a smile, "Do you miss me? ?"

Feeling his hands getting tighter and tighter, He Qing's face was white, and he couldn't hold himself out of pain, he asked Yan Rong, "Do you want to kill me?"

"Of course." The invisible man in his ear laughed louder and louder, and finally, he fell somberly, as if hitting He Qing's heart.

His voice was harsh, and more, hatred.

"You and Yan Ze killed me together, wouldn't you allow me to take revenge?"

Feeling the stiffness of the man, he lowered his eyes, a little, blowing air into He Qing's neck, and saw that the long white neck was aroused by the coldness, and suddenly became happy.

He hugged He Qing like a lover, but what he said was cruel.

"Mr. He's waist is very thin. It will be tight when you hold it lightly. You said, if I squeeze a little bit, squeeze your waist and squeeze out the intestines, will it look better?"

He Qing couldn't see him, but could feel that the hands around his waist were really hard. He heard Yan Rong's voice of resentment and suddenly said, "You can't kill me."

"Ok?"

Yan Rong leaned his head on the man's shoulder, like a child coquettishly, gently and skillfully said, "Then try it yourself."

"Look, can I strangle you, how?"

A thin sweat bead has appeared in the man's forehead because of the pain, but his face is still cold and cold, as if nothing in the world deserves to be seen in his eyes.

"You killed me, and you can't get out of this house in a lifetime."

Feeling the hands around his waist, He Qing's face didn't change color, only a trembling voice revealed what kind of pain he was suffering.

"As soon as I die, you will stay here forever."

His voice was cold, which was the most disgusting tone of Yan Rong, "Do not believe, you can try."

Yan Rong slowly withdrew his hand, the pain was a little slow, before the man took a breath, and heard the voice of his bird of prey, "I was trapped here, did you do it?"

He Qing gasped slightly, his voice still calm, "Yes."

"Hehehehe..."

The ghost behind him left his body with a self-deprecating laughter. The man's white face was blushed before, and he heard Yan Rong's voice say.

"You just hate me so much?"

"I'm all dead, you never let me go!"

He Qing closed his eyes and concealed his emotions. His voice was still faint, and it was disgusting to listen to Yan Rong's ears.

"I need you to do me a favor, and after a month, you can leave."

"need me?"

Yan Rong sat on the sofa, his eyes full of ridicule, of course, these men were invisible.

He really looked away.

At first, I really thought that the cold noodle boss was just cold, but he didn't expect him to be ruthless, even the ghost.

The cold voice still said, "As long as a month, you stay with me for a month, and after a month, I will give you freedom."

Free him?

Yan Rong made a ridiculous laugh, saying this as if he had to thank Dade.

"What do you need me to do? You have to tell me this person, oh, no, it's a ghost!"

Listening to the cool voice behind him, the man said lightly, "You don't need to know."

"Mr. He."

A cool rush came from behind quickly, He Qing could not see, but could obviously feel that the ghost was lying on himself.

His magnetic voice gently asked, "Do you really think I'm afraid of being trapped here?"

He Qing said, "You are not afraid of death, but you have been stuck here. No one can see you, no one can hear you, and you are better off dead."

"You really know me..."

Yan Rong snorted and lengthened his voice, "Then do you know that this person of mine has always been very revengeful."

"You can't die, I won't be able to get out after death." He counted slowly, "But Yan Ze, is he also my enemy?"

"You'd better not let me seize the opportunity, otherwise, I must let him..." Ghost's unique cold voice, like silk thread, slowly entangled He Qing.

"Life is better than death..."

The man frowned sharply. "He can't die."

"Yo." Yan Rong became more and more angry, and he said irritatingly, "Why? Protect your concubine?"

The cold hand fell on the man's buttocks, with ambiguous, slow, but **** touching.

"How come I didn't find out before, Mr. He is still the back door?"

"I just don't know if you were taken away, or my big brother was taken away... But President He looks like a woman, it must be below..."

Without being stimulated by his deliberate humiliation, He Qing was still as cold as ever, and only a slightly stiff body exposed his feelings about the hands behind him.

"You can't move Yan Ze." The man tried to calm his breath and elaborate as calmly as possible. "During this time, you stay at home... Um..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and under his cold fingers, he slid slowly into the waist pants.

"Okay, I won't move this to kill my big brother."

Yan Rong's lips fell on the man's ear, and his cool voice entered the ear canal, full of maliciousness.

"I don't kill you, but if you want me to stay here for a month, you have to find something for me and let it out."

Those hands, walking under the clothes wantonly, He Qing could not help moaning, his expression no longer seemed calm and intermittent, "I can buy you what you want, TV, computer, these are all...Well!"

His body trembled violently. Behind him, an invisible hand held him. Yan Rong pushed down with his force, almost enveloping the man in his body.

"But those are not enough..."

Yan Rong resisted him with a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth. "Don't you say? I want to find someone to vent."

"If you vent, how are those dead things enough?"

He was acting insultingly, and the malice in the words was completely unmasked.

"Yan Ze proposed to you. He likes you and wants to be with you."

"You protect Yan Ze and don't let me move him, you should like him too."

"The two of you are loving, but pitiful to me, the illegitimate child who was killed, the lone soul and the wild ghost, but also trapped here, Mr. He..."

He trapped the man in his arms, and the magnetic voice said maliciously in his ear, "I was afraid of getting sick before I died, I haven't done it once."

"This is dead. If you want to use me, you must feed me first."

Instantly understood what he meant, the man pressed on the sofa opened his eyes suddenly, calmed down, and began to struggle desperately.

But I don't know if it was because he was a ghost. Yan Rong's strength was so amazing that no matter how He Qing struggled, he was still horrified in his arms.

The cold hands slowly pulled the clothes under him.

The always cold man began to panic. He widened his eyes and tried to reach out to cover it. His hands were tied back behind him.

"Yan Rong! No, I said no!"

A commanding voice fell into Yan Rong's ear, and he smiled coldly, "When you and Yan Ze joined together to tear me, did you ask if I could do it?"

"Actually, I'm really not interested in men, but who makes Yan Ze like you."

He looked at the white body that was constantly struggling under him, a little more excited in his eyes, his big hand buckled the red waist that was strangled by the man before, and the tone was fierce.

"Looking at the man whom he was so desperate for was punished by me! This revenge is only fun!"

"Mr. He..."

Yan Rong pressed down and looked at the man who was buckled on the sofa by himself.

His fair face was already red, and his delicate eyes had already turned red. He Qing couldn't see him, so despite being suppressed, his gaze fell into the air in panic, as if trying to find a strict Rong's figure came.

Yan Rong has seen many kinds of He Qing, cold, indifferent, and condescending, but he has never seen his fragile appearance, making people want to suppress him more vigorously.

He Qing fell desperately on the sofa, and he felt the invisible ghost behind him lift his hips up.

"do not……"

Finally, the man who always carried an indifferent expression cried with red eyes, "Yan Rong, don't do this..."

He seemed to have given up all his dignity, begging and begging, "Please, be solemn..."

The cold ghost hand that held him behind him stopped, and as the hope rekindled in the man's heart, a sudden pain came from behind him.

"Is this revenge, happy? Mr. He?"

Along with Yan Rong's malicious voice, He Qing sideways faced the wall, and he wept with tears.