The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

"Tomorrow is the day of the A Qing competition, he took a lot of heart to reach the final, Wei Qinyu! If you still have a little heart, let A Qing out!"

Wei Qinyu knew what kind of game it was, only for the final bonus. He released the people. He Qing took the bonus, and in the end, there was no more reason to leave himself.

Yu Rong was eventually chased out. He Qing stood on the stairs, watching the friend who wanted to take himself out of the cage, shouting his name unwillingly.

Wei Qinyu stood beside him and saw that the young man's eyes fell on Rong who didn't mean to look at himself, and the three-point displeasure also became seven points.

"Does Qingqing have someone you like?"

The man brought the teenager into the room, pressed him against the bed, and stroked his greasy skin with his hands, and asked him in a low voice.

The teenager didn't have time to reply to him. The two hadn't done it for a long time. His body became sensitive again, but he could not hold up the white neck and could tweak it with the hands of Mr. Wei Qinyu.

Instead of clenching his teeth like he did before, he refused to make a noise, but obeyed his heart and made a soft voice that made the man feel itchy.

Wei Qinyu listened to the young boy's unbearable whisper and leaned down, holding a tender piece of meat around his white neck.

He Qing was stimulated to breathe quickly, his hands could not help but hugged the man.

"Where do you like him?"

Wei Qinyu was held by a teenager, and with his magnetically beautiful voice, he kissed his lips a little bit, "Will he be like me, will you be happy?"

The teenager sobbed and opened his eyes wide.

"Mr. Wei, don't..."

The killing power of this trick was too strong. He Qing still couldn't stand it. He choked with a voice and tried hard to extend his hand to push the man's head away, but as soon as his hand fell on his hair, Wei Qinyu suddenly used Forceful.

"do not……"

The strong stimulus made the teenager scream, and then he breathed heavily, his brain was blank, and he didn't respond for a long time.

Wei Qinyu hugged him, he moved, he moved.

"A Qing, in the future, you can only like me."

The teenager stared blankly at the ceiling. "Tomorrow is my game. Can you let me go?"

Wei Qinyu kissed his lips and said softly, "A Qing, stop thinking about leaving me."

"I want to stand on it and play the piano."

He Qing murmured, "Don't you say that I talked well? I want to come on stage, I want everyone to see it."

Let everyone see, then, escape from him?

The man breathed a sigh of relief, instead of following his will as before, but pressing the person for a long absence.

All night, he was teaching the teenager, "You are mine."

At the end, He Qing couldn't bear it anymore. His crying eyes were red and he sobbed, "I am yours..."

Wei Qinyu only let him go.

Watching the teenager fall asleep almost the next second after being released, Wei Qinyu's eyes were gentle.

It doesn't matter, even if he has someone he likes, this person can only be with himself.

With a smile on his lips, Wei Qinyu gently helped the teenager clear his body and hugged him to sleep.

The next day, the boy was still kept in the room by the man.

But unlike usual, Wei Qinyu is also there.

He took care of the company's affairs and was busy, so he worked in the teenager's room, just looking at his sleeping face, his heart seemed to settle down.

He Qing slept until noon, and he paled up from the bed. The first sentence was, "I'm going to the game."

The smile on Wei Qinyu's face disappeared.

He sullenly said, "Impossible."

The teenager ignored his answer. He was still very weak, so he stood up and walked to the door to open the door.

The door was locked, and of course he couldn't open it, but He Qing didn't seem to know it, so he stood at the door with a white face, and hooked the door handle with one click.

Wei Qinyu walked to the teenager before he heard his muttering voice, "I'm going out, I'm going out..."

He couldn't tell what was in his heart. The only thing he knew was that he could never let A Qing go.

"A Qing, don't bother, I won't let you out."

Looking at the teenager with a white face and a panicked face, Wei Qinyu felt distressed and wanted to touch his face, but the person in front of him seemed to be touched by some fierce beast, and madly knocked his hand down.

"Why are you closing me, why..."

"because I like you."

The man's unhesitating answer made the teenager stunned, but soon, he showed hope in his eyes, "You like me, let me go, okay?"

"I know what you want to do."

Wei Qinyu hugged him from behind, "A Qing, that's just a small game. If you want money, I will give it to you."

He Qing was desperate.

He didn't want to see men anymore.

The person behind him clearly knew how important this game was to him, and this was his only chance.

But he imprisoned him like this, trapping him.

The young man's eyes fell into the bird cage on the balcony. Inside, the beautiful parrot was barking.

He stopped struggling and suddenly asked, "What is I in your eyes?"

"You are my most precious canary, and I will protect you for a lifetime."

Men's eyes were full of tenderness and love, but the teenagers in front could no longer see them.

He smiled suddenly, full of self-deprecation in his smile, "Sure enough, really..."

In his eyes, he will always be a pet.

Wei Qinyu shut him up and wanted him to sing for him just like the parrot, but he is human!

He Qing didn't have a look in his eyes, he asked, "Is it true that you say you like me?"

Even at this time, the teenager still has hope.

I hope the man really loves him and loves him, and there is really only one flower for him.

Wei Qinyu thought that the boy wanted to accept himself, his eyes showed joy, and he answered without hesitation, "Of course it is true, A Qing, I love you."

"Then let me go..."

The look on the man's face changed, "Impossible."

Then, just don't love anymore...

The young man's white fingers hung down weakly from the door handle.

——

From this day on, he really seemed like a canary, and was locked in the room firmly by the man.

The little milk cat will come in and accompany him during the day, meowing meowing around his legs, and then tilting his head, staring straight at the parrot above and eager to try.

Wei Qinyu started to get busy again. The old men in the family kept their hands behind them. Although it could be solved, it was enough to keep him busy.

That game was replayed.

When the man is away, the teenager will sit by the bed and watch the people participating in the competition show his talent on the stage.

The audience watching the audience cheered and applauded, watching the happy smiles blooming on their faces.

He knew he couldn't go, but when he looked at it, he smiled.

After the game, I laughed.

He thought about it, to participate in this competition.

Without the support of the family, without the protection of the parents, no one knows how much He Qing longs for the power to protect himself.

The little master who had not suffered a little before and ran against the big sun, but he was at ease in his heart, because when he returned home, there would be a man holding a bowl of soup for him.

He will encourage him, "You play well and you will find the company."

At that time, how happy he was.

The feeling of being affirmed, it turned out to be so happy.

But in the end, the man who couldn't sell the tune was a man.

He Qing believed that he did not like him.

At least he likes it, not for the person he loves, at most it is just a pet of a bird.

Wei Qinyu came back later every day and brought gifts to the teenagers every day.

On this day, he drank too much, tried hard to endure a headache, and opened the door with a smile.

He Qing was sitting by the piano, playing the song that the man had listened to many times.

There was some instability under his feet, and he sat next to the boy, smiling and watching him play.

Looking at it, he felt wrong.

On the left side of the piano, small letters are engraved.

Since then, Wei Qinyu has regretted why he had to drink alcohol on this day.

Alcohol paralyzed his brain, and also made him forget to be cautious about the teenager. He saw the line clearly.

Yu Rong likes He Qing.

If Wei Qinyu was still awake, he would be able to recognize that the immature handwriting was left by a child, but he was not awake.

These days, the coldness of the young man towards the man is like a volcano in his mind. At this moment, looking at the line, Wei Qinyu couldn't help it.

He caught fire and caused the piano to move away, and his teenager, who had always let him do so, started to panic. He wanted to stop those people from moving the piano, but he was firmly held by the man and held in his arms.

"Mr. Wei, that piano, that piano is very important to me..."

"important?"

Wei Qinyu's eyes were full of anger, "The person you like is Yu Rong? Do you like him? That little kid!"

"Throw this piano out!"

He was angry and overwhelmed him in the cry of the teenager.

"No, someone is watching, Mr. Wei..."

The man threw his head up, and he still managed it. He kissed the teenager's lips regardless of his disregard, regardless of his struggle, and put the man on the bed.

Several people who carried the piano looked at it, but Wei Qinyu couldn't see it, but He Qing saw the disdain in their eyes clearly.

Yeah, they all look down on him, who called, he is here for money.

The door closed, and the only handy piano was gone.

The boy was eagerly stripped off by his body. His eyes were red, and as the man undulated, he looked at the place where the piano was originally placed.

In my mind, the disdain in the eyes of those people appeared constantly.

——

The next day, the man woke up, he sincerely apologized, and bought a new piano and moved to the room.

The teenager never touched the piano again.

Wei Qinyu thought he was still angry, and sent people to find the piano that was thrown away, but he could not find it.

"A Qing, I'm sorry, I was really drunk that day..."

The teenager watched the man quietly kneel in front of himself, and said nothing.

He didn't speak or play the piano at first, so he sat on the bed like that for a day.

Wei Qinyu started to panic. He opened the door lock and told He Qing that he could go wherever he wanted.

The teenager was not as happy as he imagined. He knew that even if he went out, he would certainly follow the people sent by Wei Qinyu behind him.

It's just that the cage has grown a little, it makes no difference.

The man was not at ease with his current state, but he was too busy and had to watch the monitor every day from time to time.

Three days later, the wedding time of Wei Qinyu and Miss Yu Jiada suddenly began to be broadcast on TV.

The teenager stared blankly at the head of the bed, looking at the pictures of the two of them close together.

She is so beautiful, confident, not like him, always locked in the room, all the people here look at him with disdain.

Israel is superior.

Sell ​​ass.

When the man was not at home, the teenager sat by the door, listening to the whispering of the servant who occasionally passed by outside.

Obviously it hurts, but it still listens like self-abuse.

But they didn't know that he could have a bright future.

When the family closed down, he did not fall.

He did not fall when he was in debt.

Because everyone told him that you have a talent for music, and you can definitely stand up by your own efforts.

But now, he can no longer stand up.

The teenager went to the balcony. The kitten was staring at the parrot above him. He stretched out his hand and gently opened the cage door.

The beautiful Yingwu jumped tentatively and flew out.

He flew out of the window without hesitation, He Qing stood still and watched his body getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

The kitten flicked its tail anxiously and screamed out of the window. It wanted to catch up, and was stopped by the glass underneath.

"You have to live well."

He Qing hugged him and buried his head on the kitten's soft body, tears wet its hair.

He choked, whispering, "I never gave you a name, you don't belong to me, everything here is not mine."

The kitten was naturally incomprehensible. It turned his head and stretched out his pink tongue, licking the young boy's white face at once, helping him lick his tears clean.

But the salty water fell more, and finally, it was put back on its cat climbing frame, squatting on it, watching the teenager pick up a pot of flowers and leave the room.

Wei Qinyu was taking advantage of the news that Yu Jiawei's marriage was sweeping the stock market, and suddenly thought of something to see the monitoring on the mobile phone.

The room was empty.

He froze, quickly looked at the location on the phone, but saw the little red dot in the hospital.

No, no, A Qing didn't go out at all these days, why did he go to the hospital suddenly.

The man’s brain worked at high speed for two days and nights continuously. The secretary walked in, but when the boss suddenly looked up, he almost asked sharply, “Is the news of my marriage with Yu Jia being put on the TV?”

The secretary was startled and quickly answered, "Release, now the whole network is the news that you and Miss Yu Jia are about to get married."

Wei Qinyu's face was instantly white.

He dropped the pen in his hand and rushed out the door.

A Qing, A Qing...

He Qing was sitting by the hospital bed, looking at the haggard father on the bed, and weeping, he collapsed and said, "I'm sorry, sorry..."

"Dad, I really can't hold on..."

"I miss my mother, I really miss her..."

He held the flowers, step by step, and went to the roof.

Wei Qinyu hurried along the positioning, and happened to see the young man's thin figure sitting on the balcony railing. There was nothing under his feet, and he would fall as long as he went back.

The heart tightened instantly, the man's pupils shrank, and his brain was blank.

"Ah, Aqing, don't..."

The teenager hugged the flower and was not surprised to see him appear. He smiled as if he had received the potted flower.

"Mr. Wei, look, this potted flower, it's blooming."