The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Seeing He Qing put down the phone and moved carefully, the man's eyes were even more smiled.

He knew what He Qing was going to ask him again. Every time he asked him, the teenager was a pitiful look in this period. When Ming Zhe agreed to his request, he would not be happy.

Mingzhe smiled on his lips and patted the sofa next to him, "Come and talk."

He Qing used to sit on the soft sofa and begged softly, "Uncle, can I go out tomorrow?"

The man rubbed his soft hair, thinking that it was Huo Tianhao looking for him to hang out and asked him with a smile, "What's wrong? Huo Tianhao doesn't hurt anymore?"

He Qing looked at him incredulously, "How does Uncle know that Tian Hao was beaten?"

Can he not know?

The reason why Huo Tianhao was beaten was due to the phone call he made to Huo Fu.

Mingzhe saw that the white and tender young boy slightly widened his beautiful eyes and was surprised, and he had a teasing thought in his heart.

He deliberately lengthened his tone and slowly spoke, "Uncle Huo loves to beat children so much, I can guess."

"A Qing, do you know? Huo Tianhao was beaten by bamboo boards every time he was beaten. The body hurts and itches, and the meat can swell in a single stroke, and the pain will last for several days..."

"Your uncle Huo told me last time, give me that bamboo board, next time if A Qing is disobedient, use this to fight..."

Father Huo had such an indisputable son, and he was embarrassed to mention it outside. How could he tell Mingzhe this, but he was serious and said the same as the truth.

The man’s voice is magnetic, it’s so deliberately lowering his voice at this moment, telling a naughty story, it can also make the ears crisp, but the teenager didn’t even have this thought to appreciate it. He grew up afraid of pain. The hits on the hitting have been exhausted, and now when Ming Zhe describes it, he is suddenly terrified.

He was soft-tempered, and did not think about anything that could not be softened. He grabbed the man's arm and begged in fear, "Uncle..."

He was frightened, his voice was small, but it was soft and tight, and fell in the ear of the man, as if it was slightly scratched by a little milk cat, and itchy made him want to catch this kitten. Let go.

Mingzhe knew that he was timid, and he no longer continued to scare him. He continued to say, "Of course I refused. Huo Tianhao was beaten because he was disobedient. You are so good, your uncle is so painful, how come it is too late. Beat you."

He subconsciously neglected what happened last night, but He Qing was a good ignorant, and immediately relaxed, showing a soft smile that could melt the whole heart to the man.

"Uncle, how nice you are."

The teenager said a little while holding the man's arm with a touch of coquettishness and grabbed it with a pair of soft little hands. The voice was sweet, "I like my uncle the most."

He was brought up by Mingzhe when he was young, and he wouldn't be able to say anything else. The sweet words can be said in a big basket. Now when he speaks so smoothly, he will not feel blush at all.

If it were usual, the man must be coaxed with heart, not to say that he had agreed to all his requirements, but at this moment the boy was leaning on him, his body seemed to be stiff.

In order to grow taller, He Qing would drink a glass of milk in the morning and Mingzhe supported his idea of ​​growing taller. Milk was specially transported by air.

After drinking milk for so many years, I love the taste of milk even with it. The teenager even chooses the shower gel as milk.

Now, he relies on the man's arms, and some messy hair hits the man's arm, itchy, and seems very comfortable.

The tip of the nose is the milky fragrance of the teenager. Mingzhe smells this good smell, and his brain seems to be empty.

He thought that the children he raised in one hand were different, and his loved ones were clever.

Just wanted to spoil him for so long, watching him grow up a little bit.

The well-behaved He Qing held the man's arm and whispered a request again, "Uncle, can you let me out tomorrow."

Don't look at him looking silly. When facing Mingzhe, he is very clever and clever. First of all, a sweet coquettish, and when he coaxes the man well, he asks and tries everything.

He was careful to think about where he could hide Mingzhe, but at this moment he was really coaxed, seeing the boy's eyes staring at him, like a bird who was eager to come up with a cage, the man's already soft heart was completely soft. Into a pool.

He hugged the teenager like he was a child, spoiled with a good voice, "Okay, pay attention to safety, do you know?"

"Thank you uncle! Uncle I love you the most!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, the teenager was a coquettish again, rubbing in the arms of a man like a child, his face full of happy smiles.

"It's a ghost elf, so I know to make me happy." Mingzhe hugged him, and there was a smile on his face, "Uncle tomorrow will not send you to work, you go out with Huo Tianhao, if he takes you to any messy place , Just call me, you know?"

It's not that the boy who went out with Huo Tianhao buried his face in a man.

Uncle has always disliked seeing his younger sister. If he knew that his younger sister would see him tomorrow, he would not agree.

With this careful thought buried in it, the teenager who had not lied drilled into the man's arms to prevent his guilty expression from showing.

He didn’t tell his uncle that he was going to see Tianhao, and he understood it, so he shouldn’t be considered a deceiver...

The more I thought, the more I felt guilty in my heart. He Qing didn't even dare to raise his head this time.

The man looked down at the young man who got into his arms. His eyes were full of spoils, and he patted his back gently.

He Qing was more guilty.

He hid in Mingzhe's arms, thinking quietly.

I went to see my aunt, talk to the aunt, and then came back immediately, your uncle should not find it!

Mingzhe saw that the teenager was not squeaking, but thought he was spoiling, and spoiled even worse in his eyes.

Tomorrow he will come home early to accompany A Qing, lest he always want to hang out with the boy Huo Tianhao.

——

Early the next morning, He Qing would go out after breakfast in a hurry. Mingzhe saw his anxious look, and his face was full of helplessness.

"Pay attention to safety, come back before seven o'clock."

He Qing hurriedly got into the car, "I know!"

After sitting firmly, the young deceiver's heart was still thumping for the first time, and inexplicably felt a little irritating. He coughed up quickly, "Go to the FH cafe."

In fact, he doesn't like coffee very much, but I don't know why the younger aunt is here to meet him every time he comes to him, probably because he is near the school.

Waiting for the place, Auntie He, who was old but well maintained, was already seated. The pretty boy entered the door and screamed happily, "Auntie!"

"Eh, Aqing." When Aunt He saw him, he immediately smiled on his face, stood up and pulled the man to sit down, and greeted He Qing with warmth.

The young man was cared and warm in his heart, "Uncle treats me well, I am not wronged."

"It's better if you're not wronged. It's better if you're not wronged." Aunt He Xiao said with a look of relief, "I'm relieved to see you happy."

The teenager liked Aunt He very much. He had forgotten almost everything when he was a child. Although Mingzhe spoiled him, he sometimes worked overtime, and there was still only He Qing left in the room. At that time, he would call Aunt He. And Aunt He will patiently coax He Qing until he coaxes him to sleep.

Mingzhe also knew about this. Although he hated Aunt He, he heard several phone recordings and determined that she hadn’t secretly been a ghost.

Of course, after confirming this matter, he also paid Aunt He Xiao, this woman is not essential.

He Qing did not know the above, and Ming Zhe did not intend to tell this fragile child that his aunt treated him so gently for money.

So in the eyes of little He Qing, the aunt is a very good relative to him.

She would tell He Qing about He Zhiwen and He mother, how much they love him and hurt him, and then talk about how uneasy He mother was before leaving, entrusted her son to Aunt He, and told her to take good care of.

She will also buy him a lot of clothes, and will also tell him that He Qing’s mother once said that he would buy him such clothes and dress up when his son grows up.

The fantasies and desires of the passing mother made He Qing more and more believe in any aunt. Of course, Aunt He was still inferior to Mingzhe in his heart, otherwise he would not secretly come to see Aunt He.

"A Qing, you see this is the clothes that the aunt specially went to buy for you. Nowadays young people are wearing this fashion. You must look good in them."

He Qing took the bag in surprise, smiled stiffly after seeing the clothes inside, and then covered up, "Thank you aunt!"

"Thank you auntie, coffee is here, drink it quickly."

Seeing the gratitude of the teenager, the smile on Aunt He's face increased. She seemed to inadvertently mention, "Yes, A Qing, next month is your eighteenth birthday. What gift do you want?"

"I don't have anything I want for the time being." The teenager replied a little shyly, his lips did not lack anything, and he wanted to buy him what he wanted.

Seeing his answer like this, the smile on Aunt He's face froze, which made her take it.

She took a sip of coffee and whispered, as if sighing, "You are so big in a blink of an eye, what happened then, as if still in front of your eyes, your mother let me take good care of you before leaving, Say you are young and you don’t understand anything. Let me be your aunt and help you look at it..."

The face of the teenager sitting opposite was moved, "You can rest assured, aunt, uncle is very kind to me."

Aunt He Xiao's words stuck in his throat again.

She said so much, but in the end, He Qing didn't say anything, what did she say?

Seeing the teenager frowning slightly, he drank a small sip of coffee like a medicine, and then wrinkled with a wrinkled white tender face. Aunt He Xiao coughed and cut into the topic directly.

"A Qing, did you know why your uncle had no blood relationship with you, but was it you who raised him in the end?"

The teenager nodded, "I know, because Dad and Uncle are friends, he gave me to Uncle."

"At that time, you were still small. The company your dad left behind could only be taken care of by your guardian. My aunt was afraid that you would not be guaranteed after you grew up, so your uncle signed the agreement. The agreement said, When you are eighteen, your family’s property will be back in your hands and let you take care of it."

Aunt He Xiao was very cheeky and made the reason why this agreement was signed so that he was not at ease He Qing, after seeing the teenager looked at herself with a blank face, she scolded a fool in her heart, and continued to speak warmly Talking.

"Next month is your eighteenth birthday. Did your uncle tell you anything?"

What did you say?

He Qing shook his head confused, "Uncle never mentioned it to me."

Aunt He Xiao’s expression immediately changed, “I didn’t mention it to you? How could this be done? Ming Zhe promised that when he was eighteen, he would immediately return the belongings of the He family to you! A Qing, we……"

She was talking fervently, but the teenager interrupted her with frowns, "But my aunt, I haven't reached my eighteenth birthday yet."

Aunt He Xiao didn't know how many times she had been choked, and she was insanely cursed in her heart, and she had to squeeze out a smile on her face, trying a little to make He Qing understand what she meant.

"A Qing, in fact, my aunt has been worried about you for so many years."

The teenager was really fooled.

"Yeah." Aunt He Xiao sighed and said slowly, "When your uncle brought you home, I was worried that I could not sleep well or eat well. He was a big man, how did he know what to do? With children."

"Later I went to see you several times, he stopped me from going, even if you grew up, I want to talk to you and you have to go to your school yourself, otherwise it’s even your face I can't see them."

"It doesn't matter. My aunt has nothing to do with bitterness, but you are different. A Qing."

The woman’s nail polished hand grabbed the teenager’s hand on the table and looked worried. “You’re eighteen when you see it. He doesn’t tell you anything about Hejiaye. Keep going like this. I’m afraid you won’t be able to get your sister’s husband’s property back in your life.”

The excitement she said made her hand a little harder. He Qing's hand was hurt by his scratching and he looked hesitant.

"Auntie, uncle is not such a person..."

"A Qing, I don't want to use the heart of a villain as a gentleman's belly, but you have grown up too, and I have to think about your future. In this way, my aunt doesn't force you to do anything. After you go home, I will ask you Uncle, see if he still wants to give back his family's property. If he is willing to give it, the aunt will be relieved, if he is not willing to give it..."

"A Qing, Ming Zhe is famous in the shopping malls for eating people and not spitting bones. If such a person really decides to swallow your property, he will definitely deal with you. When the time comes..."

The woman patted the boy's hand gently, with a worried expression, "You come to me, I will make the decision for you, and even if you fight for my life, I will help you get your own property!"

She did not know how many times she had practiced, and it was a combination of feelings and emotions. The listener was sad and the listener wept. She thought that it was enough to deal with the innocent and naive He Qing.

Waiting for the result with peace of mind, the grasping hands slowly pulled away.

The teenager stood up, frowned, and said angrily, "Stop aunt, don't talk anymore, your uncle won't do this to me."

He thought of the woman's description just now, and he was even more angry, "Uncle treats me well, it's not what you said."

"I'm going back."

After the teenager finished speaking, he turned around and left. Of course, he did not forget the new clothes that Aunt He Xiao bought him. Only the woman sat in a daze and watched his back.

Watching him go away, Aunt He's face was ugly, and he drank a cup of coffee with gloomy eyes, his eyes full of ruthlessness.

Sure enough, it was an unfamiliar, blood relatives did not believe, but to believe an irrelevant person!

She exhaled hard, comforting herself in her heart.

It doesn't matter, unless Mingzhe is crazy, he will never be able to give those industries to He Qing who won't do anything.

As long as he refuses to delegate power, she can slowly convince He Qing.

Anyway, it's just a matter of time.

He Qing walked out of the cafe in a single breath. After he went out, he looked at the flow of people coming and going, and his face was still angry.

[System, where is the boat, why can’t I see him? 】

System: [Front corner, host, friendly reminder, your body is too delicate, please do not face the sun directly. 】

He Qing asked in a good mood, [Is there still the danger of heat stroke? 】

[This is not. 】

[This can be there, give me some time]

【Ok】

【Five-four-】

After that, the boy continued to go forward vigorously.

【Three-two one】

When walking around the corner, the ringtone of the phone rang properly.

He Qing laughed in his heart, [Time is just right]

He stood still, took out his mobile phone, looked at the word "aunt" on it, hesitated, hesitated for a long time, but he answered it.

Song Chuanjin stood at an angle that the teenager couldn't see, listening to him talking angrily toward the phone.

"Auntie, don't talk about it again! Uncle will not do that! Since he said that he would give it back to me when he was eighteen, he will definitely give it back to me. The next month will be my eighteenth birthday, wait and see!"

"Also, uncle he..."

The phone suddenly went black, and He Qing was a little confused to pick it up and shut down when there was no power?

He forgot to charge last night?

The words were blocked in my heart, and the teenager walked angrily, intending to call the driver to pick him up. Although the phone was dead, he remembered the driver's phone!

Walking and walking, I suddenly remembered that if he went back so early, his uncle would definitely ask why he came back so early, in case of a leak...

The teenager shook and turned to school as soon as he walked.

Although the library is open despite the holidays, he reads and reads books, and waits until the time is up, and then goes back!

Behind him, Song Chuanjin, who was hidden around the corner, stood up, thoughtfully in his eyes.

After thinking about it, he dialed a call.

"Brother Zhao, this is Chuan Jin, please help me to check, how are these companies now..."

Five minutes later, he got all the materials of Hejia Company.

Looking at the lines above and various conservative valuations, Song Chuanjin squeezed his phone.

No wonder, no wonder...

————

"The industry that Mr. He left behind has at least eightfold in the hands of Mr. Ming. Today, he signed such a large contract again, which is really a golden hand."

Between the cups, the two men in formal suits whispered, "I heard that the son that Mr. He left behind is eighteen years old, do you say you will always return him?"

"It's inaccurate. With such a large sum of money, even if Ming is really willing to pay it back, how can the child who is still in school keep it."

"The same is true for the eleven years of company affairs. In addition to our old guys, it is estimated that most of the people do not know what the company's surname is."

"Don't say this, drink and drink."

Mingzhe has a suit and leather shoes and smiles and drinks with the person in front of him.

The banquet he attended today is strictly a feast of celebration, celebrating the company's winning of a large list, but this company is not Mingzhe's own company.

At the time of He Zhiwen's death, He Qing couldn't manage the company with a child. After Ming Zhe took over, he couldn't just leave it alone. After a year of operation, he made a lot of profits, and it was an explanation to He Zhiwen.

He really did not plan to hand the company directly to He Qing. The children he raised knew in his heart that A Qing was not the material in charge of the company. If he really came to the company, he would be uncomfortable.

Mingzhe has been buying the remaining shares of these companies in his own name over the years, ensuring that these shares can keep He Qing’s status unwavering. When He Qing’s eighteenth birthday arrives, he will transfer all the shares to the child’s name. Next, then continue to help him manage.

This was a plan that had been set as early as He Qing was still small. He didn't expect a blink of an eye, he would be eighteen so soon.

Thinking that the teenager was as cute and charming as he was when he was a child yesterday, the man had a little smile on his face, and his heart was relaxed.

When someone came over to toast, they didn't have a few shallow drinks as they did before, but they gave the face a sip.

When the banquet atmosphere was at its best, Mingzhe, who was the center, walked into the hallway with a glass of wine. He took out his mobile phone and dialed He Qing's phone with a smile in his eyes. He planned to ask him if he came home. Happy.

——Shutdown

The man frowned and made a phone call to the house again. This time it was connected, but the housekeeper took it.

Knowing that the teenager didn't come back at all, Mingzhe looked down at the time, his face looked bad.

He flipped through the address book, and he couldn't find Huo Tianhao's mobile phone number, so he called his dad without blushing.

"What? Hanged out with A Qing? No, this kid was beaten by me a few days ago. I can't go anywhere now. I'm watching TV next to me."

Father Huo hung up the phone and glanced at Zheng Erlang as his son who ate fruit, and slapped him with a slap.

"Eh! What are you doing, dad!"

"You said! Did you encourage A Qing to go out to play again!"

"I didn't! Don't fight, eh mom--, your husband is crazy!"

I don’t know what the Huo family has done, and Mingzhe’s face is no longer ugly, but rather irony.

He Qing actually lied to him!

He flipped the page of the phone sombrely and opened an interface directly. A small red dot flashed quietly in the school.

The man froze his face and left the banquet with all his alcohol.

Well, dare to lie to him!

It seems that he wants to use medicated wine again!