The Poor Baby's Manipulation Manual
Chapter 97 Little Poor, Forced Love
"Ah Qing, don't be afraid, I've already gone to that Wen Hui, and he promised me that he won't pester you again, and you don't need to transfer schools anymore."
Yan Bei's words seemed to be still in his ears, and the boy's footsteps jumped with joy. A small smile appeared on his face, but when he opened the door of the ward, the smile on his face froze on the spot.
Wen Hui sat by the bed, heard the movement, turned his head and looked over, with a calm and natural expression on his face, "Ah Qing, are you back?"
"Come and sit down."
The young man walked over stiffly, and listened to the humanity in front of him, "I happened to come to the hospital for an examination. I heard that my aunt lives here, so I came to take a look."
"Ah Qing, don't you mind?"
He Qing lowered his head firmly, refusing to make a sound.
Seeing his attitude, the man smiled miserably, and said to himself, "Yes, how could you not mind, otherwise, you wouldn't ask your roommate to help drive me away."
It was obviously not his fault, but hearing the man's lonely tone, the boy couldn't help but pursed his lips. He stretched out his hand nervously to hold the unconscious mother's clothes, and only then did he feel calmer.
"You, if you're okay, then..."
"Ah Qing wants to drive me away too?" Wen Hui interrupted the boy's stuttering, and laughed at himself, "It seems that I'm really not well received..."
"Ah Qing, actually when you were in the studio, I..."
"do not talk!"
His mother was beside him. Although he was asleep, the boy couldn't help but stand up when he thought that his mother who loved him would know about those things.
"What do you want to say, let's go out and talk."
Wen Hui's eyes slid over the skinny and comatose woman, and he stood up gently, "Okay."
Although he was very scared, but thinking that this was a hospital, and Wen Hui shouldn't be able to do anything to him in public, the young man relaxed a little.
When Wen Hui went out, he saw the young man waiting for him in the corridor outside the ward. With a flash of his eyes, he stepped forward and asked, "Ah Qing, are you talking here?"
"Do you want to find a secluded place?"
The more he said that, the more vigilant He Qing looked at him. He leaned away from the man, his round eyes were full of firmness, "Just say it here."
"Ah Qing, you don't believe me at all?"
The sadness in the man's eyes made the young man feel a little uncomfortable. He was not fooled, so he pursed his lips and continued to ask, "Tell me if you have anything to do, and leave if you have nothing to do."
The pain in Wen Hui's eyes deepened, he sighed, opened the bag he had been carrying all the time, took out the small box and handed it to the boy.
Under his suspicious gaze, the man's voice was low, "Whether you believe it or not, I really went crazy in Huahua at the beginning, and when you disappeared, I have been looking for you and treating you..."
"Last time I told you that I would put those photos on the Internet, but I actually lied to you..." His lips were pale, and he touched the box in his hand regretfully, "I have always kept these photos in my hand, never for anyone to see."
"Ah Qing...I lied to you because I was afraid that you would leave me, just like before, no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find it..."
Under the young man's dazed gaze, there seemed to be tears at the end of his eyes, "There is only one copy of these photos. I originally planned to burn them, but I was afraid that you would always remember them in your heart."
The stunned young man took the box. This box is made of wood with a smooth surface. It can be seen that it is often touched by people. Are there those things that represent humiliation inside?
Wen Hui, just give it to him so easily?
"Ah Qing, I went back and thought about what you said last time. It is indeed impossible for Adam to treat his Eve like this. To me, you are my rib, but to you, I am not your Adam. "
"I have made two biggest mistakes in my life."
"The first is to possess you, and the second is to not lose you."
"Ah Qing, I told you last time that I wanted you to live abroad with me. I was serious. I wanted to make up for you and make you happy, but I ignored the harm I did to you. I'm sorry. "
"If, if possible, can you give me a chance to be with you, love you forever, and protect you."
With a cold wooden box in his arms, the boy shook his hands, his beautiful big eyes were filled with tears, he stared at the man blankly, his voice choked up: "Mr. Wen..."
Wen Hui's eyes were also red, and he looked at the boy with hope, hoping that he could forgive himself.
But in the end, He Qing trembled his lips and said hoarsely, "If you could say these things earlier..."
"Sorry, I can't forget..."
The man froze, and after a while, he showed a slumped smile, "It's okay, I understand."
"Anyway, Ah Qing, I'm sorry."
"I wish you happiness."
The man seemed to be ten years older in an instant, his shoulders drooped slightly, and he stood up slowly. He tried his best to show a gentle smile at the boy, just like before.
"Whether you believe it or not, I really love you, really love you."
The young man stared blankly at his back, opened his mouth several times to say something, but in the end he still didn't stop calling him.
The man was filled with sadness, walked down the unoccupied stairs, straightened his bent waist decadently, and his face instantly became gloomy and terrifying.
Little Ah Qing has really grown up, and she is not as easy to deceive as before.
It seems that there is only a last resort.
Although there are some risks, but just to get Ah Qing, that little risk is nothing.
Thinking of being able to be with his dear boy again, Wen Hui pursed his lips in satisfaction and took out his cell phone.
"it's me……"
-
Watching the man leave, the young man sat in the corridor for a long time in a daze before standing up numbly.
Mr. Zeng Wen's gentleness, his encouragement, and the sweetness in the heart when the two sat and stood, looking at each other and smiling, these are all things that cannot be lost.
He was grateful to Mr. Wen for giving him a hand, but in the end, it was the most trusted person who pushed him off the cliff.
He Qing really liked him. When he was most helpless, only Wen Hui helped him and stood by his side. If he hadn't done those things back then, maybe He Qing would have confessed his love...
The young man walked into the ward stiffly, looked at his unconscious mother on the bed, grabbed her skinny hand, lowered his head and choked, "Mom, what should I do..."
He really, really likes, really likes Mr. Wen...
But why, Mr. Wen is such a person...
The red-eyed boy massaged his mother's body as usual, and fetched a basin of water to wipe her body. When everything was done, he reluctantly stood up.
The nurse just opened the door and came in. Seeing He Qing, she greeted him with a smile, "Ah Qing is here again."
"Is your mother awake?"
"Not yet..." The boy replied shyly, "But she's been awake for longer than before, and the doctor said her condition is improving."
"That's good, hey, Ah Qing, you can go back later, there are people downstairs who are making trouble at the doctor, and they are making trouble. You can leave after they leave."
The nurse has a good impression of this filial child, and it is not something ordinary people can do to visit his mother every day, let alone this is a child.
It's my job, and it's sympathy, and the nurse will help from time to time, so the relationship between the two is not bad.
Medical trouble?The boy was stunned for a moment, "Thank you, Sister Zhang, then I'll leave later."
He was about to go to the window to have a look, but the door of the ward was pushed open suddenly, and a man with a sallow face came in with a knife.
"You bunch of quack doctors!! It's all your misdiagnosis! It's all your misdiagnosis!!"
He was cursing quack doctors, but he walked towards the hospital bed, looked at the unconscious woman on the bed, and said frantically, "I'm not going to live well and you don't even want to live! Go to hell!"
"Mother!!"
He Qing was stunned for a second to react, and quickly ran up to try to stop the man from behind, but was easily thrown away because of too little strength.
The man was stopped, as if he had diverted his target, he raised his knife and slashed at the boy. The nurse screamed and called for someone. He Qing tried to stop him, but found that he had no strength at all.
The ferocious man in front of him coincided with his father's face. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, unable to even resist, and could only watch helplessly as the knife cut him down.
"Aqing!"
Amidst the nurse's screams, He Qing was hugged tightly, and someone above comforted him softly, "Hey, it's okay, don't be afraid..."
He Qing was trembling all over, "Mom...Mom..."
"Aunt is fine, don't worry..."
Who is comforting him?
Who protected him?
Holding the trembling young man in his arms, Wen Hui held back the pain, and looked up at the man who was making trouble in the doctor. The man who was chasing up restrained him, the man looked up at him, and then calmly lowered his head.
His body was in pain, and blood was dripping down his clothes, but Wen Hui tried his best to suppress the smile from the corner of his mouth. He hugged the boy tightly and kept comforting him, "It's okay, it's okay..."
"Ah Ching is not afraid..."
Until he turned pale and couldn't hold on any longer.
"Sir, sir!"
"He bled a lot!"
"Doctor, come and take a look!"
The complicated and noisy voices were right next to his ears, but Wen Hui felt a sense of peace in his heart. He fell to the ground, met the boy's eyes, and passed out contentedly.
He didn't know if he could hold on, but he knew that no matter what happened this time, Ah Qing would never forget him...
【Ding!Wen Hui favorability: 95]
-
Yan Bei always felt that he was upset today, and he attributed these emotions to He Qing's absence.
I don't know what's going on with that little counselor. At this point before, he should have come back. Class is about to begin. Hasn't he always attached great importance to studying?
If I knew it earlier, I would go with him, just in time to meet He Qing's mother, to get in touch with each other.
His ability to please the elders is not a boast.
Being alone was really boring, so Yan Bei simply pulled out a blank sheet of paper and carefully described the boy's appearance.
He knew that Teacher Wen was a painter, but that couldn't conceal the fact that he was a pervert.
It's not like him. Although he is not a painter and his paintings are not good-looking, who makes He Qing like him?
He moved the pen carefully, first drew the outline of the eyes, and then carefully traced the edges. He Qing's eyes are big and bright, and he needs to draw more carefully.
And his pretty nose, and his mouth smaller than a girl's...
It was already half an hour after Yan Bei finished painting with care and care. Although he used 100% of his mind, the painting still looked extremely rough.
Yan Bei couldn't help but recall that when he went to Wen Hui's house, he saw the young man's paintings all over the walls, and thought he would take them all home, and at worst pay for them, but was scared back by the old man's paintings.
It's really embarrassing to come back in such a disheveled manner, but luckily Ah Qing didn't know.
Just as she was looking at her own painting beautifully, thinking about showing it to Ah Qing when she came back, the phone on the table rang.
Yan Bei didn't take his eyes off the painting, he took the phone and answered the call, "Hey, who is it?"
----
"Ah Qing, don't be nervous, just draw casually, don't be so tight."
The young man blushed shyly, and put down his hands unnaturally, "I'm sorry Mr. Wen, I'll try to be as natural as possible."
Wen Hui showed a smile behind the easel, the young man was infected by his smile, his eyes lit up, full of envy and joy.
He is really cute...
With this idea in mind, Wen Hui put down his brush stroke by stroke with love.
After finishing the painting, the boy was leaving. He said he would come back tomorrow.
After he left, Wen Hui looked at the huge studio with sadness in his eyes.
"Hasn't my painting sold yet?"
"It can't be sold, who wants this kind of ordinary paintings now, what people want is the kind with meaning, your paintings can only make people feel one feeling, falling in love!"
"Who buys paintings, buy this kind of painting! Your time is past, Mr. Wen!"
"Why don't you go to the art exhibition to learn from other people's style. Last time, there was a painting that sold for a sky-high price, you know!"
Regardless of the people who were still talking inside, Wen Hui lowered his hands and hung up the phone.
There is no tenderness on his face in front of the young man, but pain and depression. A person's style is formed. What is the difference between asking him to imitate others and killing him.
Therefore, he could only cultivate a style of his own with his own hands, and destroy him again and again.
When the teenager who was once full of love for him cried in pain, his eyes were full of resentment and sadness, those inspirations that he had never had before popped up like weeds in the field.
Wen Hui painted excitedly and frantically, painting...
Finally, his painting won an award, and he became that teacher Wen again whose painting is enough for ordinary people to live for a lifetime, but the person who was destroyed with his own hands can never be found.
But it doesn't matter, he will get it back, honor, Ah Qing, all belong to him...
Even if he uses any means, even if he hurts himself, he still has to find his own ribs and install them in front of his throbbing chest.
"Ah Qing..." A weak voice sounded, and the boy beside the bed quickly looked over.
The person on the bed was pale due to blood loss, his lips were dry and chapped, his eyes were full of worry and he looked at the boy, his voice was hoarse: "Are you okay..."
He Qing was stunned, and the corners of his eyes were even redder. He never thought that the first thing the man who blocked himself woke up would be concerned about him.
Tears fell down in a daze, he quickly wiped them away, lowered his head to hide, but his voice was choked up, "I'm fine..."
"Mr. Wen, the doctor said you were seriously injured. If you hadn't been treated in time at the hospital, you would have almost..."
"It doesn't matter..." Every time the man said a word, he frowned slightly. He kept staring at the young man, and under the red eyes of the young man, he slowly showed a reassuring smile.
"Ah Qing is fine..."
Yan Bei's words seemed to be still in his ears, and the boy's footsteps jumped with joy. A small smile appeared on his face, but when he opened the door of the ward, the smile on his face froze on the spot.
Wen Hui sat by the bed, heard the movement, turned his head and looked over, with a calm and natural expression on his face, "Ah Qing, are you back?"
"Come and sit down."
The young man walked over stiffly, and listened to the humanity in front of him, "I happened to come to the hospital for an examination. I heard that my aunt lives here, so I came to take a look."
"Ah Qing, don't you mind?"
He Qing lowered his head firmly, refusing to make a sound.
Seeing his attitude, the man smiled miserably, and said to himself, "Yes, how could you not mind, otherwise, you wouldn't ask your roommate to help drive me away."
It was obviously not his fault, but hearing the man's lonely tone, the boy couldn't help but pursed his lips. He stretched out his hand nervously to hold the unconscious mother's clothes, and only then did he feel calmer.
"You, if you're okay, then..."
"Ah Qing wants to drive me away too?" Wen Hui interrupted the boy's stuttering, and laughed at himself, "It seems that I'm really not well received..."
"Ah Qing, actually when you were in the studio, I..."
"do not talk!"
His mother was beside him. Although he was asleep, the boy couldn't help but stand up when he thought that his mother who loved him would know about those things.
"What do you want to say, let's go out and talk."
Wen Hui's eyes slid over the skinny and comatose woman, and he stood up gently, "Okay."
Although he was very scared, but thinking that this was a hospital, and Wen Hui shouldn't be able to do anything to him in public, the young man relaxed a little.
When Wen Hui went out, he saw the young man waiting for him in the corridor outside the ward. With a flash of his eyes, he stepped forward and asked, "Ah Qing, are you talking here?"
"Do you want to find a secluded place?"
The more he said that, the more vigilant He Qing looked at him. He leaned away from the man, his round eyes were full of firmness, "Just say it here."
"Ah Qing, you don't believe me at all?"
The sadness in the man's eyes made the young man feel a little uncomfortable. He was not fooled, so he pursed his lips and continued to ask, "Tell me if you have anything to do, and leave if you have nothing to do."
The pain in Wen Hui's eyes deepened, he sighed, opened the bag he had been carrying all the time, took out the small box and handed it to the boy.
Under his suspicious gaze, the man's voice was low, "Whether you believe it or not, I really went crazy in Huahua at the beginning, and when you disappeared, I have been looking for you and treating you..."
"Last time I told you that I would put those photos on the Internet, but I actually lied to you..." His lips were pale, and he touched the box in his hand regretfully, "I have always kept these photos in my hand, never for anyone to see."
"Ah Qing...I lied to you because I was afraid that you would leave me, just like before, no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find it..."
Under the young man's dazed gaze, there seemed to be tears at the end of his eyes, "There is only one copy of these photos. I originally planned to burn them, but I was afraid that you would always remember them in your heart."
The stunned young man took the box. This box is made of wood with a smooth surface. It can be seen that it is often touched by people. Are there those things that represent humiliation inside?
Wen Hui, just give it to him so easily?
"Ah Qing, I went back and thought about what you said last time. It is indeed impossible for Adam to treat his Eve like this. To me, you are my rib, but to you, I am not your Adam. "
"I have made two biggest mistakes in my life."
"The first is to possess you, and the second is to not lose you."
"Ah Qing, I told you last time that I wanted you to live abroad with me. I was serious. I wanted to make up for you and make you happy, but I ignored the harm I did to you. I'm sorry. "
"If, if possible, can you give me a chance to be with you, love you forever, and protect you."
With a cold wooden box in his arms, the boy shook his hands, his beautiful big eyes were filled with tears, he stared at the man blankly, his voice choked up: "Mr. Wen..."
Wen Hui's eyes were also red, and he looked at the boy with hope, hoping that he could forgive himself.
But in the end, He Qing trembled his lips and said hoarsely, "If you could say these things earlier..."
"Sorry, I can't forget..."
The man froze, and after a while, he showed a slumped smile, "It's okay, I understand."
"Anyway, Ah Qing, I'm sorry."
"I wish you happiness."
The man seemed to be ten years older in an instant, his shoulders drooped slightly, and he stood up slowly. He tried his best to show a gentle smile at the boy, just like before.
"Whether you believe it or not, I really love you, really love you."
The young man stared blankly at his back, opened his mouth several times to say something, but in the end he still didn't stop calling him.
The man was filled with sadness, walked down the unoccupied stairs, straightened his bent waist decadently, and his face instantly became gloomy and terrifying.
Little Ah Qing has really grown up, and she is not as easy to deceive as before.
It seems that there is only a last resort.
Although there are some risks, but just to get Ah Qing, that little risk is nothing.
Thinking of being able to be with his dear boy again, Wen Hui pursed his lips in satisfaction and took out his cell phone.
"it's me……"
-
Watching the man leave, the young man sat in the corridor for a long time in a daze before standing up numbly.
Mr. Zeng Wen's gentleness, his encouragement, and the sweetness in the heart when the two sat and stood, looking at each other and smiling, these are all things that cannot be lost.
He was grateful to Mr. Wen for giving him a hand, but in the end, it was the most trusted person who pushed him off the cliff.
He Qing really liked him. When he was most helpless, only Wen Hui helped him and stood by his side. If he hadn't done those things back then, maybe He Qing would have confessed his love...
The young man walked into the ward stiffly, looked at his unconscious mother on the bed, grabbed her skinny hand, lowered his head and choked, "Mom, what should I do..."
He really, really likes, really likes Mr. Wen...
But why, Mr. Wen is such a person...
The red-eyed boy massaged his mother's body as usual, and fetched a basin of water to wipe her body. When everything was done, he reluctantly stood up.
The nurse just opened the door and came in. Seeing He Qing, she greeted him with a smile, "Ah Qing is here again."
"Is your mother awake?"
"Not yet..." The boy replied shyly, "But she's been awake for longer than before, and the doctor said her condition is improving."
"That's good, hey, Ah Qing, you can go back later, there are people downstairs who are making trouble at the doctor, and they are making trouble. You can leave after they leave."
The nurse has a good impression of this filial child, and it is not something ordinary people can do to visit his mother every day, let alone this is a child.
It's my job, and it's sympathy, and the nurse will help from time to time, so the relationship between the two is not bad.
Medical trouble?The boy was stunned for a moment, "Thank you, Sister Zhang, then I'll leave later."
He was about to go to the window to have a look, but the door of the ward was pushed open suddenly, and a man with a sallow face came in with a knife.
"You bunch of quack doctors!! It's all your misdiagnosis! It's all your misdiagnosis!!"
He was cursing quack doctors, but he walked towards the hospital bed, looked at the unconscious woman on the bed, and said frantically, "I'm not going to live well and you don't even want to live! Go to hell!"
"Mother!!"
He Qing was stunned for a second to react, and quickly ran up to try to stop the man from behind, but was easily thrown away because of too little strength.
The man was stopped, as if he had diverted his target, he raised his knife and slashed at the boy. The nurse screamed and called for someone. He Qing tried to stop him, but found that he had no strength at all.
The ferocious man in front of him coincided with his father's face. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, unable to even resist, and could only watch helplessly as the knife cut him down.
"Aqing!"
Amidst the nurse's screams, He Qing was hugged tightly, and someone above comforted him softly, "Hey, it's okay, don't be afraid..."
He Qing was trembling all over, "Mom...Mom..."
"Aunt is fine, don't worry..."
Who is comforting him?
Who protected him?
Holding the trembling young man in his arms, Wen Hui held back the pain, and looked up at the man who was making trouble in the doctor. The man who was chasing up restrained him, the man looked up at him, and then calmly lowered his head.
His body was in pain, and blood was dripping down his clothes, but Wen Hui tried his best to suppress the smile from the corner of his mouth. He hugged the boy tightly and kept comforting him, "It's okay, it's okay..."
"Ah Ching is not afraid..."
Until he turned pale and couldn't hold on any longer.
"Sir, sir!"
"He bled a lot!"
"Doctor, come and take a look!"
The complicated and noisy voices were right next to his ears, but Wen Hui felt a sense of peace in his heart. He fell to the ground, met the boy's eyes, and passed out contentedly.
He didn't know if he could hold on, but he knew that no matter what happened this time, Ah Qing would never forget him...
【Ding!Wen Hui favorability: 95]
-
Yan Bei always felt that he was upset today, and he attributed these emotions to He Qing's absence.
I don't know what's going on with that little counselor. At this point before, he should have come back. Class is about to begin. Hasn't he always attached great importance to studying?
If I knew it earlier, I would go with him, just in time to meet He Qing's mother, to get in touch with each other.
His ability to please the elders is not a boast.
Being alone was really boring, so Yan Bei simply pulled out a blank sheet of paper and carefully described the boy's appearance.
He knew that Teacher Wen was a painter, but that couldn't conceal the fact that he was a pervert.
It's not like him. Although he is not a painter and his paintings are not good-looking, who makes He Qing like him?
He moved the pen carefully, first drew the outline of the eyes, and then carefully traced the edges. He Qing's eyes are big and bright, and he needs to draw more carefully.
And his pretty nose, and his mouth smaller than a girl's...
It was already half an hour after Yan Bei finished painting with care and care. Although he used 100% of his mind, the painting still looked extremely rough.
Yan Bei couldn't help but recall that when he went to Wen Hui's house, he saw the young man's paintings all over the walls, and thought he would take them all home, and at worst pay for them, but was scared back by the old man's paintings.
It's really embarrassing to come back in such a disheveled manner, but luckily Ah Qing didn't know.
Just as she was looking at her own painting beautifully, thinking about showing it to Ah Qing when she came back, the phone on the table rang.
Yan Bei didn't take his eyes off the painting, he took the phone and answered the call, "Hey, who is it?"
----
"Ah Qing, don't be nervous, just draw casually, don't be so tight."
The young man blushed shyly, and put down his hands unnaturally, "I'm sorry Mr. Wen, I'll try to be as natural as possible."
Wen Hui showed a smile behind the easel, the young man was infected by his smile, his eyes lit up, full of envy and joy.
He is really cute...
With this idea in mind, Wen Hui put down his brush stroke by stroke with love.
After finishing the painting, the boy was leaving. He said he would come back tomorrow.
After he left, Wen Hui looked at the huge studio with sadness in his eyes.
"Hasn't my painting sold yet?"
"It can't be sold, who wants this kind of ordinary paintings now, what people want is the kind with meaning, your paintings can only make people feel one feeling, falling in love!"
"Who buys paintings, buy this kind of painting! Your time is past, Mr. Wen!"
"Why don't you go to the art exhibition to learn from other people's style. Last time, there was a painting that sold for a sky-high price, you know!"
Regardless of the people who were still talking inside, Wen Hui lowered his hands and hung up the phone.
There is no tenderness on his face in front of the young man, but pain and depression. A person's style is formed. What is the difference between asking him to imitate others and killing him.
Therefore, he could only cultivate a style of his own with his own hands, and destroy him again and again.
When the teenager who was once full of love for him cried in pain, his eyes were full of resentment and sadness, those inspirations that he had never had before popped up like weeds in the field.
Wen Hui painted excitedly and frantically, painting...
Finally, his painting won an award, and he became that teacher Wen again whose painting is enough for ordinary people to live for a lifetime, but the person who was destroyed with his own hands can never be found.
But it doesn't matter, he will get it back, honor, Ah Qing, all belong to him...
Even if he uses any means, even if he hurts himself, he still has to find his own ribs and install them in front of his throbbing chest.
"Ah Qing..." A weak voice sounded, and the boy beside the bed quickly looked over.
The person on the bed was pale due to blood loss, his lips were dry and chapped, his eyes were full of worry and he looked at the boy, his voice was hoarse: "Are you okay..."
He Qing was stunned, and the corners of his eyes were even redder. He never thought that the first thing the man who blocked himself woke up would be concerned about him.
Tears fell down in a daze, he quickly wiped them away, lowered his head to hide, but his voice was choked up, "I'm fine..."
"Mr. Wen, the doctor said you were seriously injured. If you hadn't been treated in time at the hospital, you would have almost..."
"It doesn't matter..." Every time the man said a word, he frowned slightly. He kept staring at the young man, and under the red eyes of the young man, he slowly showed a reassuring smile.
"Ah Qing is fine..."
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