The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Hearing the voice of the ghost, the obedient man slammed his eyes wide and squeezed him hard.

Watching the big brother run away with a terrified face, he didn't dare to look back again. Yan Rong laughed wildly, showing off like a winner on He Qing.

"Did you see it? That's what he called like you. Seeing you got **** by me, I didn't shrink up like a turtle and ran."

He was very happy. After all, Yan Ze was ugly, especially when He Qing was pressed against him, which gave Yan Rong great fun.

Happy, naturally thinking to celebrate.

The ghost lowered his head and kissed the man closely, and when he saw him stiff as a rock, he smiled and asked, "What's wrong, what? I hurt your noble self-esteem?"

"Don't worry." He smiled, "I will hurt more in the future."

He Qing's entire face was wood. He twitched his eyelashes and slowly raised his eyes to Yan Rong's gaze, his voice fluttering lightly, "Are you intentional?"

Seeing the ghost raising his eyebrows, the man continued, "You made him see it on purpose."

"Otherwise do you think?"

Seeing He Qing's face pale and staring straight at him, Yan Rong was inexplicably uncomfortable. He ignored these emotions and said directly, "You don't really think that I have played with you for so many days and will protect you Right?"

"How does it feel to show your true face in front of Yan Ze? Does the tall face peel off, does it hurt?"

He spoke in his mouth, and the original movements continued, but the man no longer softened his body as before, but looked at him so stiffly.

Yan Rong hated his eyes, calm and indifferent, as if this person would not put it in his heart no matter what he did.

Since it is used, why do you want to make this look?

The ghost was more and more angry, and the action was a little harder. He Qing was gradually stained with a thin red face by him, but he still stubbornly refused to cry out.

The more uncooperative this person is, the more Yan Rong wants to see him out of control.

He crushed the people under him, exhausted all the words he knew, teased and tempted, but until the end, He Qing didn't shout again.

It's just that the white slender hands have been holding the ghost all the time and never let go.

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Yan Ze was frightened and ran downstairs under the doctor's suspicious line of sight. He almost stumbled under his feet before he reacted.

Yan Rong, that is Yan Rong.

Why is Yan Rong, he is not, dead?

What he saw with his own eyes, the burnt black body, was pulled from the car because he had been trapped in the seat, and the two were almost integrated.

Yan Ze almost watched the people rudely using tools to separate the corpse from the seat, and watched the corpse pushed to cremation.

Yan Rong is dead, and the guy who always opposes him has only a pile of ash.

Why, why did he see that guy on A Qing, and A Qing...

He didn't want to understand, but all the things that had been happening in his mind were connected in series.

The ambiguous mark on A Qing's body, if his words were unclear, and that day, when he went to He's, he felt a chill.

No matter what is impossible, it seems to become possible.

Yan Rong is dead, but he is still alive.

He was like a evil spirit, pressing on the person he liked and provoking him.

"Mr. Yan, what's the matter?" The doctor also came down at the moment, seeing Yan Ze's ugly face, and asked, "Are we going to see a doctor?"

"No, don't go..." Yan Ze's eyes were trance, and then he realized that there was cold sweat all over his back, and even the forehead, the fine beads of sweat oozed out.

He tried hard to suppress the tremor of the body, barely smiled at the doctor with an apologetic smile, "I'm really sorry, let you run in vain, I let the driver take you back."

After getting the driver into the car, Yan Ze walked alone on the road, his brain running crazy.

That day, when he was calling, he did feel cold all over. Was Yan Rong already there at that time?

But he hated himself so much, since he all became a ghost, and after hearing the content of his phone, he knew that he had killed him. Why didn't he come to him all the time, but stay beside He Qing?

Yan Ze couldn't figure it out, but his heart grew colder.

He wiped the sweat from his head, but in summer, he only felt icy cold.

He wanted to escape, really wanted to leave.

No matter how flawed this person is, Yan Rong will be reported to him. Even if he is not Yan Rong, he is now a ghost, and he will not necessarily shoot him.

What's more, it is now that he killed Yan Rong.

How could he let himself go.

Yan Ze thought more and more flustered, he took the panic back home.

"Master," the maid at home happened to pass by the living room with Tang. When he saw Yan Ze, he greeted him.

When he panicked, he had to pass by the maid, and suddenly thought of something, looked at the soup bowl in her hand, "Mother Zhang, what is this?"

"Isn't this the medicine you bought for the old man tonic? I'm done and I'm going to get it."

Yan Ze's pupils twitched for a moment, and thought of Yan Rong, who smiled at him palely.

He tried to make himself speak in a normal voice, "Don't take it up, don't give Dad a drink next time."

"but……"

"Okay, fall down quickly!"

Seeing Mom's face leave with doubt, Yan Ze, standing alone in the living room, exhaled sharply.

He added something to Ma's medicine.

It is something that can accelerate the death of the old man.

Once Yan Ze was not afraid of killing people. Anyway, he didn't need to be responsible for killing those people. But now, he is afraid.

Since Yan Rong can become a ghost, what about the old man?

...This place can't stay any longer.

He was terrified of death.

Yan Ze went upstairs quickly and began to pack things.

But halfway up, holding his sweaty head, he paused again.

Before yesterday, he was still full of ambition, waiting for the old man to take over the company as soon as he died, but now if he left, he would have nothing.

Yan Ze got up, went to the bathroom and washed his face, looking at the panicked man in the mirror, his eyes flashing fiercely.

He can get rid of Yan Rong once, and he can get rid of the second time!

A lone soul ghost, if you can really shoot him, why not come to him?

The more I thought about it, the more trembling Yan Yan started to find a way to deal with ghosts.

On the other side, He Qing was sore all over, but he still insisted on staying up and getting out of bed, and put incense on his face.

Yan Rong followed behind him, seeing his eyes earnestly, plugging in a piece of incense and incense, and the expression that was just full of satisfaction cooled down.

He Qing hated this most.

No matter how obedient you are in bed, when you get out of bed you will return to a cold look.

Every time he saw his appearance, Yan Rong couldn't help but wanted to pull the person to bed to be happy, but looking at his miserable face, he still couldn't make it.

If he were to die, where else did he get such a good toy, the ghost said to himself.

"Hey." Although thinking so, Yan Rong was still upset when he looked at the back of He Qing who was focusing on fragrant small bottles.

He walked behind the man, regardless of He Qing's body suddenly stiffened, hugged him, "less than ten days left, it was a month."

Yan Rong's eyes were full of emotions, but what he said was cold. "Wait for a month, what are you going to do with me?"

After He Qing stiffened for a few seconds, he inserted the last incense in his hand in the incense altar, and his voice was calm, "You will be free."

"Do you want to go wherever you want?"

The ghost is taller than him, and he can easily put his lips on the ear of the man and cover him.

"You said, wait until I'm free, how about coming to you every night?" he said, his hands down, his eyes full of eagerness to try, "after all we are so good..."

He Qing's beautiful eyes moved, as if to say a lot of words, and finally only said one sentence, "Okay."

The hands behind him paused.

Yan Rong narrowed his eyes and looked suspiciously at the handsome man. "Don't you always refuse to promise me?"

He Qing's eyes fell on the small bottle, and his voice was fluttering, as if he had exhausted all his energy. "Yan Rong, do you like me?"

The ghost froze for a few seconds, then smiled as if nothing had happened, "Don't tease me, how could I like you."

"It's just that your body is very comfortable playing. I haven't played enough."

【Ding! Yan Rong's favor: 80】

[Speaking of evil spirits, are you right? 】

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The man's figure swayed, as if he was about to stand steadily. His long, white fingers grabbed the Shen case. He Qing looked at the small bottle and said softly, "Do you want to eat?"

"You can eat food now, I'll make some for you."

After he finished speaking, his face was blank, his figure could even be said to have left the sight of the ghost in a magnificent manner.

Only Yan Rong was standing in the distance, his eyes puzzled, and he touched the heart that would not have beaten long ago.

Why, it seems a bit uncomfortable here?

Isn't he already dead?

Thinking, he raised his eyes unconsciously, but he met the little bottle.

Beautiful pattern, wrapped with silky red thread, looks very beautiful.

If this is not the crush of He Qing, Yan Rong will feel that this bottle is quite in line with his aesthetic.

Especially the red line above is really beautiful.

but……

He Qing used him because of this bottle?

What if he broke the bottle?

Yan Rong now has an entity, he can easily drop this fragile little bottle to the ground.

As long as you gently fall, you can fall apart.

-Then, He Qing can only have him in his eyes.

A smile appeared on the ghost's pale face, slowly facing the bottle and reaching out.