The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

He Qing sweating cold sweat at the moment is lying in bed, pale lips, cheeks flush, but infected, face pain over his stomach, his mouth muffled Tonghu issue unconscious.

He was only wearing pajamas, and the unintentionally exposed part had an ambiguous pink mark. The room was not cold, but he was sweating coldly.

The time is now late at night, Lu Linguan has left, he left the food, but it is already cold, the teenager can not eat at all.

Stomach pain, pain deep in the body, cold wind blowing today, these factors together, he launched a high fever, severe burning He Qing, still well aware that they should be sick.

He had a mobile phone Lu Linguan left behind to contact him. He could be reached by raising his hand gently, but the teenager let his trembling body hurt and refused to contact him.

Anyway...it's meaningless to be alive...

Severe stomach pains, the familiar pain so that he seemed back to childhood, he hid in the closet, her mother was easily find out, hungry stomach ache, my mother kept kick his stomach, he hurts, it hurts. ...

"Mom...don't fight...don't fight..."

Forcibly opening the door, Zheng Shenke saw such a scene.

The people are in bed between neck purple hickey, he struggled to reach out and head protection, focusing on efforts to protect themselves closed, his mouth murmured mercy, "A Qing know that was wrong ...... Aqing eating ......"

The heart seemed to skip for a beat. The man strode forward and hugged the man up. After holding it in his hand, he realized that the clothes on the back of the teenager had been wet.

Being picked up by someone, He Qing did not respond at all. His consciousness was no longer awake. The accompanying doctor quickly tried to come forward to be checked, but was evaded by the man holding the teenager. He quickly put the person on the bed and took the quilt Cover tightly, covering those traces.

If He Qing, who loves face, knows that he has been seen such an unbearable side, it will definitely be sad. Zheng Shenke shakes his hand and tucks the quilt, only revealing the teenager's uneasy face.

"Thirty-nine degrees, nine, to cool down immediately, first sent to the car outside..."

The doctor said that he would let the person stretch the stretcher, but he was stopped by the man. He leaned down and picked up the man with the quilt, "I'm coming."

The butler ran slowly, and at this moment he rushed over and saw the young man who was wrapped in the quilt and the blushing red face burst into tears, "Little Master!"

He ran tremblingly, his wrinkled hands touching his hot forehead, watching Zheng Shenke shaking his voice and asking him, "Little Master, did the Little Master eat something?"

"He is most afraid of going hungry...the stomach hurts when he is hungry..."

These words hit the man's heart like a whip dipped in salt water. He hugged the boy tightly and his voice was hoarse. "It's too late to check."

The housekeeper whirled around the room, saw the bowl placed next to the bed shaking his hand and picked it up, looking at the soup with a layer of butter on the inside, his body trembling.

"Who is it! Who is it!"

Who the **** is, to lock people up for abuse like this!

The steward didn't see the traces on He Qing's body, only thinking that he was locked up, but this was enough to make him angry.

"Only the owner of the car was found. He Qing will be placed first."

The person in his arms kept murmuring non-stop, watching the cold sweat on his head coming out one by one. If he didn’t drive the person out, He Qing was still the little master who picked up the car, how could he be kidnapped? .

Still being humiliated...

Although Zheng Shenke doesn't like to go in and out of some occasions, he has to inevitably entertain in doing business. He has also heard that some beautiful young girls are kept in captivity, and various methods have emerged in an endless stream, but he never thought that He Qing will be like this one day. treat.

While feeling angry and heartache, he also knew that 80% of the reasons for the young man who dared to do so was because he saw his attitude.

It can be said that he is an indirect accomplice.

Why didn't he think of it?

In addition to being a young master, He Qing is also a delicate-looking teenager. Why did he drive people out like that, leaving him alone outside, and even gave him the idea of ​​suicide.

The thought of the young man dying quietly in a place he didn't know, or being arbitrarily played like a forbidden person like now, Zheng Shenke's face became darker and darker.

J! He will definitely make those people pay the price!

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"The chicken broth has been warmed on the stove, and there are a few ginseng whiskers in it.

The housekeeper nodded. "Very well, remember to be careful when you hold the soup for a while. The little master only drinks clear soup. Don't take the contents out. Cover it with the lid when you send it. Don't freeze it."

"Yes, I am guarding here, and the young master goes to soup when he wakes up."

Seeing the kitchen lady gone, the housekeeper walked upstairs lightly. He was clearly far away from He Qing's room, but he was afraid that the sound of walking would wake him up.

It’s not just the housekeeper. Since the man was brought back, the whole house has been quiet. Even if he talked, he whispered, fearing that he would wake up the young master when he was louder.

The housekeeper went upstairs and quietly opened the door. When he saw the teenager lying peacefully in bed, he was relieved and pushed the door in carefully.

At the moment, He Qing had put on clean clothes and had finished washing. The housekeeper sat gently beside the bed, thinking that Zheng Shao refused everyone's help and groomed the boy himself.

Although I don’t know why Zheng Shao would have misunderstood that the young master killed his parents, now I see Zheng Shao caring about the young master again. In the future, the young master will live like he used to.

The quietly sleeping teenager frowned anxiously, moved his body, and the quilt slid down. The butler quickly squeezed the quilt, trying to help him cover it up again, but he froze after seeing the teenager's pajamas turned up.

Where did the bruises hurt?

Since He Qing was found back, Zheng Shenke has been taking care of all kinds of things, but the housekeeper didn't think much about it, just thinking where he bumped into it, he stood up and carefully turned out the medicinal liquor from the standing medicine box, ready to smear the teenager.

Opening the pajamas gently, the old man's vicissitudes of his hands paused, and the tender and white waist was covered with ambiguous blue and purple traces.

This can't be from a fall, but like... a trace of being bitten by someone...

——Wow!

The medicinal wine fell to the ground, and the teenager was awakened violently, like a bird with a startled bow. He barefooted and ran away in a panicked place on the bed. On the ground was the glass residue after the shattered medicinal wine, and white and tender feet stepped on it. As if I couldn't feel the pain, I looked around in panic.

"Little Master..." The butler reached out with tears in his hand, but He Qing screamed, and said that he was hiding in the cupboard.

"He Qing!" Zheng Shenke didn't sleep all night. He kept the teenager all night and just went to get some food. When he arrived at the door, he heard the screams of the teenager's sorrow and horror. Zheng Shenke's heart immediately stopped beating.

When I opened the door, I couldn't see the figure of the teenager, only the housekeeper who was crying in sorrow, and the glass **** everywhere.

"He Qing?" Zheng Shenke's face was ugly, his eyes fixed on the red blood stains on the ground, and he suddenly gloomed down.

The butler's crying straight hammer chest, when he came in, a wrinkled face was grieved, "Young Master, is he stunned..."

Zheng Shenke's face darkened, "Where is He Qing?"

Seeing that he did not answer the question, the housekeeper had understood the answer. He was both distressed and hatred. He wished to smash that person into pieces, but now, the most important thing is to appease their poor young master.

Thinking that the young master still needs his own comfort, the housekeeper quickly wiped away his tears, stood up, and walked to the closet. Zheng Shenke followed him, watching the elderly housekeeper open the door of the closet, but he couldn't open it. Qing grabbed the door inside.

"Master, I'm a housekeeper. You haven't eaten yet. Today I specially made truffles in the kitchen. Your favorite, come out soon..."

The butler whispered softly and said for a long time, but He Qing did not respond at all and refused to make a sound.

Seeing the butler still talking, Zheng Shenke helped him stand aside, "I'll come."

"He Qing." The handsome man's deep voice calmly said, "You come out, I will give you everything that Uncle He left."

"I can hold a shareholders meeting now, and as long as you come out, I can transfer shares today."

-Quietly, without any movement.

Zheng Shenke frowned slightly and continued, "I will move out, and you will still be the young master of the He family."

There was still no sound inside. The man felt something was amiss. He ignored the resistance and pulled the door open. The moment the light came in, the young boy curled up in the closet screamed dumbly.

"Ah!!! Aah!!!"

It was so sad that it seemed to be a lamb who was hiding and found by the executioner, full of despair.

"He Qing! He Qing! He Qing!!!" Zheng Shenke called his name, but the teenager seemed to be afraid of screaming as if he hadn't heard it.

It was obvious that he was afraid, but he didn't make any attack, but hugged himself tightly, curling his head and closing his eyes.

But as soon as the man reached out and touched him, he stiffened all over and buried his head deeper, as if he wouldn't be hurt as long as he did.

The slender hand fell on his hair, and under the trembling of the youth, he gently touched it. Zheng Shenke rarely heard his voice softly and called him softly, "Aqing..."

The screams stopped abruptly.

Just when the housekeeper and Zheng Shenke both breathed a sigh of relief, the teenager who shrank himself up raised his head timidly, and his beautiful eyes were full of cowardice and panic, "Mom...Don't hit me...A Qing obedient ..."

While both were stunned, the teenager was still choking to make sure, "A Qing doesn't eat...A Qing obedient..."

Upon hearing this sentence, the housekeeper burst into tears and rushed up to hug the teenager tightly, "My little master!!"

Zheng Shenke clenched his fist, looking at such a teenager, his heart dulled in pain, if, if he didn't drive people out...

If he checked more carefully...

The servant stood at the door and hesitated to see the current scene, but still knocked on the door,

"Zheng Shao, Master Lu came, and said he was looking for Master Xiao."