The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

"Let him go." Zheng Shenke said coldly.

His cold voice scared the young man who was on the verge of collapse. The man's voice paused, and he lowered it slightly, "Go on."

"Young Master..." When the person left, the housekeeper approached the teenager carefully, and he shook his finger to himself, "I am the housekeeper... Young Master, my wife is not here, don't be afraid..."

But no matter how the old man lobbied, the teenager shrunk in the closet still had a pair of clear eyes and looked at him with horror. The wound cut by the glass **** on his foot was still bleeding. Zheng Shenke looked over but I saw a piece of glass shattered on the foot of the young boy.

He frowned sharply, his voice softened as much as possible, and slowly reached out to the teenager, "He Qing, come here, you are injured."

Unexpectedly, the young man who did not respond to the housekeeper responded to the big hand with distinct joints in front of him. He stretched out his hand carefully, but his eyes kept staring at Zheng Shenke. As soon as he moved, he immediately retracted.

He Qing's eyes are very large, the standard cat eyes, the previous eyes are beautiful and arrogant, full of vitality, but now, looking at the vigilance and fear in these eyes, Zheng Shenke tried to squeeze out a smile.

"Come, come here."

Time seemed to have passed for a century. The small, raised delicate hands fell on the palm of the man with thin cocoons. At that moment, Zheng Shenke's heart collapsed softly.

The housekeeper didn't dare to come out, and watched the teenager carefully and alertly put his hand on the man's big hand. Zheng Shenke took his hand and carefully led the man out of the closet.

At the moment under the foot, the glass **** stuck deeper in the foot of the foot was deeper, and the painful face was pale, but He Qing still insisted on silently, but raised his foot quietly, and the blood dropped on the floor. He didn't seem to see it.

The teenager can pretend that he hasn't seen anything, but Zheng Shenke can't. His eyebrows are always frowning, and he hugs him.

There was no imaginary screaming or exclaiming. The teenager who left the closet was like leaving his own protection place. He was so frightened, but he dared not scream, and he wrapped his face around the man’s neck in vain His eyes were full of panic.

Seeing such a teenager, Zheng Shenke became more and more heavy in his heart. His face was a little ugly, but he still supported the gentle and gentle appeasement of the teenager. "Don't be afraid, I will take you to medicine."

The person held by him did not speak, but his hands tightened again.

The butler did not dare to speak, afraid to scare the teenager, he could only anxiously and nervously follow the handsome man behind him, watching him put the person on the bed, and waited for the dazzling blood, the old man reacted. I go downstairs to get a new one."

Hearing his voice, the teenager who had just been placed on the soft bed shook again. Although he was afraid to avoid it, Zheng Shenke had carefully held his bare feet in his hands.

He couldn't escape, so he had to shrink back carefully, looking around with his eyes full of strangeness.

Zheng Shenke noticed the strangeness in his eyes, and a thought rose in his heart, "He Qing, do you still know me?"

After being named, the teenager just relaxed and suddenly stiffened, watching the man shake his head timidly.

Zheng Shenke's heart sank sharply, his face quiet, but asked him, "Do you remember how old you are?"

He Qing froze for a moment, his eyes flashing confused, his head slightly lowered, breaking his fingers for a long time, only a little timid whisper, "Four years old..."

He looked at the strange uncle in front of him with fear, and looked at him with a dark face, and there were things in his eyes that scared him, just like, like a mother.

This is the same every time my mother beats him.

The white tender feet under his hands suddenly tightened, and the teenager was in tears and terrified. He stuttered for mercy, "Don't fight... Don't fight A Qing, A Qing is good..."

A man has never seen such a side of an arrogant boy, but he can’t wait to see him.

The more scared He Qing is now, the more obedient he is, the more he is hurt.

Zheng Shenke's heart was full of violentness, and he wished that those who kidnapped He Qing would be broken into pieces. He even arranged various ways of revenge, but when he thought he was only four years old today, he just calmed down. Recalling the scenes of passers-by who had seen them coaxing children, and worked hard to soften the tone, "If you don't fight A Qing, A Qing is so good, how can anyone be willing to fight A Qing."

He is now full of guilt for the teenager. If it is really as the housekeeper said, there are other hidden things in the original thing, then what is it that he was kicked out when his father died?

Zheng Shenke's original idea was to find out the truth, return the things left by He Changying together, and move out himself, but He Qing like this, if he left, a teenager with a lot of assets but unable to protect, it would definitely not be better off in the end. .

Despite the many thoughts in his heart, Zheng Shenke still showed nothing on his face, so that now sensitive teenagers could not see anything.

"Mom... Carefully shrank herself back, the teenager asked timidly, "Mom wants to beat A Qing... because A Qing is not good..."

Hearing this sentence, the man’s hand couldn’t help but tighten. After the teenager groaned, he woke up like a dream. He quickly released his hand and watched the teenager quickly retract his foot to shrink into a ball. He put his hand on the back Behind him, he said, "No one will hit you in the future, don't be afraid."

He Qing didn't believe it, but he didn't know why. He always felt that he should trust the uncle in front of him, so he no longer asked his mother, but carefully shrunk into a huddle and stopped talking.

As the housekeeper said, He Qing was a very good child when he was a child. Whether it was a stinging medicinal wine stained on the wound or a little bit of glass **** picked up in the flesh, he said nothing.

The teenager was pale, his lips were trembling slightly, watching the man wrap his gauze quietly, and he was coaxed to sleep quietly.

When it was determined that the teenager was asleep, Zheng Shenke went out lightly and shut the door, and the cold anger that had been suppressed came out vigorously.

"Have the owner of that car brought it?"

The butler looked very ugly and nodded. "He brought me the classmate who had a conflict with the young master before. It was called Wang Yuecheng."

"Wang! Yue! Sincerity!" Zheng Shenke's eyes were dull and his voice was horrible, "Go, see him!"

He would like to see who in the end has such a courage to dare to shoot the young master of the He family!

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"Lu Linguan! Why hasn't A Qing kept the news, and his cell phone was turned off. I found him and I couldn't find it all night, did you have any news!" Mo Chuyu's face was anxious, his eyes full of exhaustion.

Lu Linguan just came out of the He family, and his face was also very ugly. When he saw Mo Chuyu, he took off his gentle mask and said coldly, "Don’t forget, you are my girlfriend now, so concerned about what he does what!"

His face is ugly, Mo Chuyu's face is even uglier than him, "Just tell me if you know!"

Thinking of going to the He's house without even seeing He Qing's face, Wang Yuecheng was taken away, as long as Zheng Shen Ke Shunto touched it, it was easy to find him...

He was upset now, and before last night had a chance to appease A Qing, he was called away by Wang Yuecheng, saying that someone was checking them, they had discussed for a long time, and finally decided to let Wang Yuecheng go abroad to avoid the wind, he did not expect to go back in the morning At that time, what I saw was the back view of Zheng Shenke holding the boy in the car.

Obviously everyone has been driven out, and now they stand up to pretend to be a big tail wolf!

Lu Linguan has no time to think about it now. It is not a big deal for A Qing to be taken away, but if Zheng Shenke takes the opportunity...

He was restless and waited for a long time. After knowing that Wang Yuecheng was stopped at the airport, he finally decided to break the boat and went to He's house.

Lu Lin's gambling is He Qing's fascination with him. As long as He Qing is on his side, even Zheng Shenke can't take him.

I just didn't expect that he was hurried back without even seeing the boy's face.

If Wang Yuecheng confessed himself...

Mo Chuyu saw that Lu Linguan did not answer for a long time, and her concern for A Qing was getting deeper. She slapped the table and hated, "I tell you Lu Lin Guan! If something goes wrong with A Qing, I will definitely not spare you!"

Originally, Lu Linguan was in a bad mood. Mo Chuyu was still annoying him. He turned his head impatiently and said coldly, "Even if He Qing really has something wrong, you should blame yourself the most. Isn't it yourself? "

The Qingli girl froze, "What do you say...?"

Seeing her like this, Lu Linguan's mouth evoked a cruel arc, "You betrayed A Qing, you also have a share, don't you?"

He remembered the fact that Wang Yuecheng told him that He Qing wanted to commit suicide. It was originally just a vent, and now it has become true. "A Qing committed suicide last night, don't you know."

Without deliberately saying that He Qing was rescued, Lu Linguan looked at the girl's pale pale face almost joyfully, "Just after betrayed by you, he committed suicide on the bridge."

"No... impossible..."

Mo Chuyu shook his head in disbelief, "A Qing, A Qing Ming said that if you find someone else, he will die... He says he will live again..."

"You are lying to me! A Qing will not commit suicide!"

The girl screamed at Lin Guan when she landed, her tears fell off, she stubbornly refused to wipe, insisted, "I am for A Qing, as long as you are not with A Qing, he is still happy Young Master Le, he can’t commit suicide!"

"Yes, you are good for Aqing..." Looking at the painful look of Mo Chuyu who likes teenagers, Lu Linguan raised his mouth, "But Uncle He died, A Qing was kicked out of the house by Zheng Shenke, he never again I can't be a young master."

"At this time, you!" Lu Linguan reached out a little bit of a lost girl, and cruelly pushed everything to her. "You betrayed him, so A Qing chose to commit suicide."

"Mo Chuyu, it's all your fault!"