The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

When He Qing woke up, he was the only one in the family, quietly as if Feng Jinhua had never returned. His expression was lonely for a moment, and soon disappeared.

Jin Hua, he is still the same as before, afraid to wake him up, and quietly leaves every time, exactly the same as when he was in school.

Thinking about this, a gentle expression appeared on the gentle man's face. He got up and folded the quilt, and put in the outer clothes, mainly Feng Jinhua's clothes, neatly folded and placed in the closet.

He Qing carefully put the soup to be made for Feng Jinhua at night. He always felt his heart was a little uncomfortable, but he attributed it to last night without sleeping, because before seeing the doctor, he said that he could only keep it carefully. He took some medicine and returned to the florist after suppressing the pain.

The flower shop opened for a few days and the business was OK. He Qing seemed to be born with flowers and flowers as usual. The flowers that bloomed were all set up at the door, so they attracted a lot of attention.

Thinking of the lover who didn't know when to leave, the gentle man Junxiu's face was a bit worried, and I didn't know Jinhua's head was still hurting. I wanted to make a phone call to ask, but I thought that the lover always hates work. Was disturbed, had to give up this idea.

He Qing stood at the door of the store, pouring flowers gently, and looked at the flowers very gently.

[When Feng Jinhua derailed? 】

The answer of the mechanical sound coordination: [Yes, it has been derailed. 】

【Ok. 】He Qing glanced at a luxury car not far from the flower shop, [Le Yuan car is really many, I changed a few cars on this day! 】

The tone of the system instantly rose by a few points: [Does the host want to know how many cars Le has? 】

Knowing that he wanted points again, He Qing ignored the system and turned to continue watering the flowers. Not to mention, this kind of watering the flowers, the soup is still a good day, but unfortunately, this good life is not long.

The pain in the heart spread slowly, the shower fell to the ground, and He Qing fell down. Before he fell into a coma, he could still see a tall figure coming down from the car in a panic, his footsteps were actually staggering.

"Lehara..."

He murmured, He Qing was completely in darkness.

Waking up again, he paled and faced the diagnosis silently. After a long time, he shook his voice and asked carefully, "Does the doctor make the diagnosis wrong?"

He carefully covered his heart and tried to squeeze out a smile, pretending to look like nothing had happened, "I checked last time, you also said that as long as you take a good rest, there will be no problem, these days, the heart has not hurt so much, and the body well……"

"Look at me, look at me now, it doesn't hurt at all..."

The doctor in a white coat looked at him with pity, "Mr. He, our diagnosis was correct, please rest assured that we will do our best to treat!"

The best treatment...

He Qing was stunned in the seat, almost numb, and was taken out by the man, sitting in the corridor of the hospital. Le Yuan looked at him with pale face, and wished to replace it.

He had many things to say, but at the end it was just a dry sentence, "A Qing, I will definitely cure you!"

He did not involve medicine, but as long as he was willing to pay, he would definitely find the best doctor to treat A Qing!

If you can't cure it, join A Qing...

He Qing looked blankly at the pedestrians passing by, and suddenly came a sentence: "If I were to die, what would Jin Hua do?"

Lewon's hand on the side was squeezed sharply.

"Jin Hua has a bad stomach. The doctor said he should keep it carefully. He loves spicy food and doesn't like Yangwei soup. He always secretly eats spicy food outside. He thought I didn't know..."

"Drinking will be a headache, and I hate drinking soup. I don't sleep or let others sleep..."

"It's always careless. I don't wear a tie well. I forget to bring my keys almost every day. Then I changed the fingerprint lock to make it better..."

There was no tears on He Qing's face, but a pair of delicate eyes looked like he was crying. He stared blankly at those people and said softly, "If I die, Jin Hua will be sad..."

"Can't make him sad..." He muttered, "The company is now in the development stage, and Jin Hua can't be sad..."

"A Qing!" The tall man couldn't help but looked at his sad eyes and asked, "Can you think about yourself first?"

He Qing looked at him and said, "Le Yuan, can you do me a favor?"

"Without Jinhua, don't let him know that I am going to have an operation..."

——

Chu Chen walked into the office full of anxiety: "General Feng, do you call me?"

Feng Jinhua's eyes did not lift, and the tone was cold: "Let you go to the personnel department, why haven't you found it yet?"

Chu Chenjunxiu's face immediately turned red, and Zhiwuwuwu explained, "Feng Zong, my family depends on me alone. If you fire me, I really have no other way!"

The man at the desk sneered, raised his eyes, and looked at Chu Chen with no emotion in his eyes, almost cruel, "You can sell it, anyway, you haven't done it like this Isn't it right?"

Chu Chen's face went white almost immediately.

His lips were trembling, and his voice was shaking, "Feng Zong, I'm not that kind of person..."

"I'm just, I am in love with Feng Feng, so I just..." He said hardly, and at the end it seemed that he couldn't speak anymore, and his stubborn red eyes stopped talking.

The handsome young man's eyes were red, and his expression was full of grievances and sadness. Feng Jinhua looked at it, his eyes slightly sullen.

"Jin Hua, did you see the flower I put outside? It was the one with the bud."

At that time, it was the day when the two had just lived together. Feng Jinhua had not thought of it until now. He always thought about it. When he heard the question from his lover, he frowned for a long time, and finally clapped his palm. !

"I saw him on the balcony in the afternoon, and I lost it!"

"Lost?" Junxiu Youth was stunned, a little unbelievable: "But I told you that flower in the morning..."

"I forgot." Feng Jinhua knew that he was wrong, and looked at his lover's sad expression, and quickly apologized. "A Qing, don't be angry. I'll buy you another pot!"

He Qing was like that at that time, grumbled in a grudge and sad, "You are always like this, turn around and forget..."

In the end, he was coaxed by his lover as before and happily went to dinner together.

When did it start?

The man who complained would whisper in a low voice, and the young man who was always sweetly smiling at him became the present tepid look.

The life of the two is like boiled water. It is plain and boring. Feng Jinhua thinks about it now. He always thinks that He Qing is a scarecrow. At first, that person who is angry and also has a small temper, how can it be like this now?

Feng Jinhua hadn't figured out how long he hadn't touched He Qing. He still remembered the scene when the two were together almost every night.

But even now sleeping on a bed, the glass-like body still prevents him from moving.

He is a normal man! How could there be no need, but let him and A Qing separate, Feng Jinhua was reluctant.

His eyes fell on the young man with a face similar to He Qing in front of him. He was younger, just like A Qing in those days.

Chu Chen was still saying: "Feng Zong! You can fire me, but I didn't refuse at first. I didn't think about money but you!"

Chu Chenhong looked at him with a wrong look.

Feng Jinhua looked at him and suddenly stood up, pressing the person under him, and kissed it regardless.

"General Feng..." Chu Chen was surprised first, then his eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to reach out to hug the man and let him wreak havoc.

The two rolled on the sofa, and Chen Chen was pressed underneath. He looked at the man obsessively, opened his mouth to say something, but the man who was confused and confused kissed excitedly and shouted: "A Qing... "

Even if it is fake, he is really, too much want to be with A Qing...

The youthful and smooth body as in memory makes the man more excited, "A Qing, A Qing..."

Chu Chen looked up, his eyes cold.

Just as the two were moving on the sofa, in the company elevator, He Qing pressed the floor with a pale face, and beside him, Le Yuan's bluish eyes looked at him worriedly.

"A Qing, how are you?"

"I'm fine..." He Qing shook his head in a trance, stroking the doctor's diagnosis in his pocket, trying to restrain the sad look.

He couldn't do this in front of Jin Hua. Jin Hua's work was already very hard, and he couldn't block Jin Hua.

"Lehara, I'll trouble you in a while, just say that I plan to travel with you."

Le Yuan looked at this man who secretly liked him for five years and stepped forward to grab his shoulder. "Don't be afraid, I will always be with you."

He Qing shook his head, took his hand gently, and didn't speak again.

The doctor said that even if the operation is performed, the possibility of success is not high. He is not afraid of death, but he is reluctant.

Jin Hua looks majestic on the outside, and in fact can't control himself like a child, and his ability to live is basically zero. How can Jin Hua leave this way?

In fact, He Qing always knows that his lover is very dissatisfied with his heart problem. He has also been actively seeking medical advice and medicine. Even if his life span is hindered, at least he should not be unsatisfied in bed.

Last time, he said that he wanted to divorce.

But when it was really time to leave, He Qing found that he didn't want to leave at all.

Even if he lives in pain every day, there is a danger of suffocation every moment, he wants to be with his lover.

However, it is too late...

The elevator door opened, and he tried to wipe out the sadness on his face, showing a smile. Le Yuan looked at him forcibly, and his heart felt like a thorny vine, and it hurt a little.

"Jinhua!"

He Qing pushed open the door, but saw two people on the sofa overlapping.

He smiled palely and froze in his face.

Feng Jinhua was excited with tiny sweat beads. He heard a familiar voice and looked up incredulously.

"A Qing..."