The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

The greening outside the window of Zuo Feng’s room is still very good. Early in the morning, there were two little birds chattering outside. The bed, He Qing was like an octopus. He hugged the people around him tightly, a pair of eyebrows. Because of the noise and wrinkling outside, he finally opened his eyes very dissatisfied.

"Woke up?"

There was a chirping voice of a man above his head. The teenager nodded and suddenly woke up in the next second, quickly let go of his hand, and looked at the box with shock in front of the person he was still holding.

"Brother? Me, why am I here, how do we..."

Zuo Feng looked at him coolly and asked calmly, "Segment?"

He Qing clutched his head with a little pain, and replied stunnedly, "It seems to be."

The man was pressured by him for one night, and his hands and feet were already numb. At the moment, he moved his hands and feet with a blank expression, and at the same time lightly explained, "Last night you were drunk, we were together."

Together...

The boy was suddenly ignorant.

He looked down at his crumpled clothes, looked at the left front again, and stuttered and asked, "I, I took you, that one?"

The calm expression on Zuo Feng's face was finally unsustainable.

He tried hard to endure his crazy mind and gritted his teeth, "No."

"Oh..." He Qing breathed a long sigh of relief, and immediately relaxed.

He lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. His foot stopped suddenly when he fell to the ground. He moved his stiff neck and turned slowly.

"Brother, what did you just say?"

The teenager's face was trance, as if he was still dreaming, he extended his index finger and nodded himself, "Are we together?"

"Ok."

Zuo Feng had long guessed that his reaction would be like this, and added a sentence, "And swear, if you break the oath, there will be no Tintin."

He Qing's face became more rigid.

After half a ring, he laughed a few times, "Well, we are all in the 21st century. Wealthy, powerful, democratic, and harmonious, let alone the feudal superstition?"

The man looked at him seriously, "Do you think this reason will satisfy me?"

The smile on the teenager's face was bitter. He lost his face and slowly lowered his head. His voice was full of tangle. "Then I don't like men!"

It's hard to hug it, and it's not as comfortable as a girl. Although he hasn't hugged a girl so far, He Qing would imagine it!

Thinking about it, I felt more wronged in my heart. I just drank a drink, how could I sell myself!

After Zuo Feng's unremitting efforts, his hands and feet were finally not as strong as his stiffness. He moved his neck, his voice was a little hoarse because he didn't sleep well all night, "It's okay, if you don't want to admit it, I will never force you ."

Anyway, it’s no big deal to chase it back. According to his research and observation last night, He Qing is a real face control. As long as he looks good, men and women are not a problem.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and a pair of narrow and slightly raised eyes suddenly looked more like foxes. He lowered his hoarse voice, making the original sound sound more magnetic.

"Do you have class today? Hurry up."

He Qing looked at the man with a confused face while sitting on the bed beside the bed.

This plot seems a bit wrong, right?

Say yes to him?

I don’t even want to keep it. It doesn’t look like I like him!

Despite all the thoughts in his mind, the teenager still dressed up obediently and looked at the man who was still sitting on the bed a little evasively, "That, brother, I will go first."

"Well, let's go."

The more understated Zuo Feng's response was, the more uneasy He Qing felt, but now his brain was still confused and he didn't remember what happened last night.

Before stepping out of the room, the teenager looked back.

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, lowering his head slightly and lowering his eyes. It seemed that the whole person was very lost, which made He Qing feel more guilty.

Obviously he did nothing.

When the sound of the door being closed sounded, the man who had been sitting quietly on the edge of the bed stood up immediately, opened the wardrobe and started choosing clothes.

Even if it is unsuccessful this time, it must be successful next time.

Don't you like to look good!

He looks good to He Qing quietly!

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The young man was restless this morning. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could remember the appearance of a man slightly lowering his eyes. He looked good, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and his lips were slightly pursed. It looks better than everyone He Qing has seen.

It was black.

But it's just so beautiful when it's black. If it's white, isn't it beautiful?

It was such a muddled thought for the whole morning. After class, following the crowd, He Qing limped downstairs.

He likes Zuo Xue, and then Zuo Xue and Li Wang are together.

He likes the milk tea girl, and then the girl has a boyfriend.

He also likes a black girl, and then the black girl is a man.

No matter how good this man looks, he is also a man...

——"A Qing!"

In the distance, someone was calling him and heard the voice, and the teenager looked up in confusion and met a beautiful face.

His eyes suddenly lighted up, and he walked over without thinking.

When I walked halfway, I suddenly reacted. Isn't the person opposite the left?

Zuo Feng is very strong today because he has been ridiculed as a girl since he was a child. He chose black as much as possible when he was young, and how conservative and conservative his coat and pants.

It must be seen from the back that one is a man.

He Qing was able to admit that Zuo Feng was wrong last time because of the shorts he wore for running, which showed legs that were more beautiful than women.

At the moment, he was wearing a white shirt and the same style as He Qing. He unbuttoned two buttons slightly, revealing the beautiful collarbone inside.

Normally, he always took a little sharp eye and softened at the moment, and smiled to the teenager with a stunning smile, "Go to dinner together?"

"Eat!" He Qing agreed to come over without thinking, and finally awake after the man's smile became larger, "I, I still don't want to eat, that..."

Zuo Feng still smiled, and pulled the boy's hand over, "Go, go eat."

So He Qing really followed suit.

Sitting in the Sichuan restaurant, looking at the red pepper in front of him, the teenager finally reacted.

Sure enough, the most beautiful people will lie, the TV series will never deceive people!

"This restaurant's spicy food is a bit spicy, but the taste has always been very good. You will eat it open today. I will treat you."

Looking at the sweat that the teenager was eating, his eyes still fixed on the cute look of other dishes, the smile on Zuo Feng's face grew bigger and bigger.

"You say you, why are you so cute?"

【Ding! Zuo Feng's favor: 97】

"I'm telling you, brother, we are pretty good. Really, eating, drinking, playing, we all have a common language, but I really don't like men." Khan, while ventilating, tried to persuade Zuo Feng.

"Look, when we are good buddies, we can come to the Sichuan restaurant to eat together, but if we are together, the atmosphere will not be like this now."

"Well, I understand." No matter what He Qing said, the man only kept a faint smile, and his eyes were always spoiled.

Although he caters to himself, this kind of look is that the teenager who looks at is uncomfortable, why is there always a feeling of being stared at?

He shook his body, and just about to continue his long talk when he tried to brainwash the left wing, he raised his eyes and saw the man chewing in his mouth.

That dish may be a little spicy. Zuo Feng frowned slightly. His eyebrows are very beautiful, at least the most beautiful ones he has ever seen. The appearance of wrinkling at the moment also makes people look like they want to help him. Flat impulse.

He Qing restrained the impulse, swallowed saliva, pretended to be casual, lowered his head to eat his own food, but a pair of apricot eyes always fell uncontrollably on the man.

Zuo Feng took another bite of the dish. This time a little oily stain fell on his lips. His lips are also very beautiful. The shape is beautiful and the color is always red. It is even redder than those girls who have applied lipstick , And it always seems to make people feel the urge to kiss each other.

The boy bit the next dish hard and tried to get his mind back on track.

"Brother, let me tell you, men don't really like anything, they don't smell fragrant, they don't smell so good, and the most important thing is that they don't feel comfortable at all."

"Also, girls can have children and can make you a dad, but men can't. You said what I said makes sense!"

Zuo Feng nodded, "Have you heard of IVF?"

He Qing choked, pretending not to hear anything, and continued, "Also, that's the man, they, cough, that's when the cough, do you understand?"

"It's very inconvenient when coughing, of course, although I guessed, but you should understand, by the time we are really together, that aspect will be very, very uncoordinated, coughing , That's the aspect..."

Zuo Feng: "..."

"...I don't think you need to worry about this..."

His eyes fell slightly, and fell between the legs of the teenager, his eyes darkened, his tone indifferent, "Have you heard, lubricant?"