The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Yan Rong had long been accustomed to his boss's indifferent appearance. He lowered his eyes slightly, covering the look in his eyes.

From then on, until the banquet ended, He Qing did not look at Yan Rong again.

The people around me saw the cold atmosphere between the two as if they had not seen it. The people of the whole company who didn't know He Qinghe always looked at Yan Rong and didn't look good. Since he entered the company, he had never given a good face.

Although there are no obvious difficulties, it is enough for Yan Rong to be disgusted by someone alone.

He knew why He Qing didn't look good on him, was it because he was Yan Ze's half-brother?

From the first day of entering the company, Yan Rong will be clear about the reason for the inexplicable disgust of the man in front of him.

This young President He and his good brother were friends who grew up together, like people like them who think they have control over everything, and of course they can't stand his humble illegitimate child.

Yan Rong’s mother was indeed a junior in someone else’s family. He did not deny this, but he hated those people looking at him with that disgusting look.

Especially He Qing, as if he didn't even bother to look at him.

Yan Rong walked beside the man, looking at his profile.

He Qing looks very good. The man who has been secretly obsessed with girls in the company countless times has fair skin. The facial features are not appropriate to be described as handsome. They should be beautiful.

It's no regret that such a beautiful look is so long on such a cold-faced man every day.

This time Yan Rong actually came to the scene. He was indeed an illegitimate child, but he couldn’t stand the old man’s eccentricity, so he just stuck him in the company and wanted to find some performance for him, and then gave him his business.

These Yan Rong are not rare. He knows that he has the ability to completely leave the house, but looking at Yan Ze's expression of anger and disgust, he agreed with a smile.

To fight against this decent brother has become Yan Rong's near-term goal.

The more he made the world, and the younger the dudes, the more uncomfortable Yan Ze would be.

Because even his dudes can be loved by his father.

Anyway, I came to play with tickets. Yan Rong didn't mind being a foil, and he could even make a look of concern on his face, but Yan Rong, who was ignored by men and still young, gradually rose in his heart.

The two went out together, and of course they had to go back together. The indifferent man sat in the back seat. Yan Rong was supposed to get acquainted with the co-pilot, but looking at him as a stranger, the ghosts were so bad, Sitting beside the man.

He Qing frowned, moved slightly to the side, and looked out the window.

The success of this attitude made the anger that came out in Yan Rong's heart even stronger.

Although he didn't like the identity of his illegitimate child, from the time he met Yan Yan did not give He Qing a face, he did too much.

Thinking in his heart, Yan Rong sat down beside the man again, almost all his legs were close together.

He Qing stiffened and moved his leg away quickly, falling into Yan Rong's eyes, it was completely disgusting.

Just hate him so much?

The more he made this appearance, the more Yan Rong wanted to break the man's work. He deliberately pretended not to notice anything, and sat next to He Qing.

Concerned in the face, "He Zong, you were drunk before, are you still feeling bad?"

He Qing looked out of the window without looking at him. His voice was cold like a drop of jade. "It's all right."

As if he was like a ants, it is not worth a look.

I don’t know if it’s because of drinking too much, Yan Rong’s unnamed fire is even stronger.

Don’t you want him to touch?

The more this is, the more he must touch!

With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to fall on the man's shoulder. "Shall I show you..."

————Wow! !

With a loud noise in his head, Yan Rong saw the picture before his coma. The man who had always been cold and indifferent and made no extra expressions opened his eyes in horror.

Opening his eyes again, his whole body was in pain. Yan Rong felt that his whole body's energy was flowing with the blood, and the surrounding area was red and red, like flames everywhere.

His skin was already burning, and it was very painful.

This is not good.

Yan Rong thought in his mind that there should be a car accident. Now that the car is on fire, he will be burned to death if he doesn't run down again.

He tried hard to open his eyes, and in the end it was only a slight crack.

Yan Rong was exhausted.

He was speechless and unable to perform movements.

At this time, someone needed to help him and take him out of this car that would explode at any time.

A series of thoughts actually only passed for a second in his mind. Yan Rong crouched weakly on his seat, watching the man beside him quickly unfasten his seat belt, opened the door and ran away.

From the beginning to the end, he had never seen him trapped in the seat.

Yan Rong had blood on his head. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't move.

The person trapped in the back seat stared at the man's back.

Obviously, obviously can save him.

Do you hate him that much?

Hate, rose a little bit from the bottom of my eyes.

It hurts, it hurts.

There was more flame, and it wrapped around the man who couldn't move.

He opened his blood-red eyes, a little, watching him burn to death.

Before completely losing consciousness, he thought of the person's name with hate in his heart.

He Qing, He Qing!

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The man on the bed was sleeping unsteadily. It is already a hot summer day. It is reasonable to say that it should be hot to turn on the air conditioner, but he unconsciously clung to the quilt in his sleep and covered himself tightly.

Cold, so cold...

Seeing He Qing frown, he drilled into the quilt again. Yan Rong, who was sitting beside him, sneered and slowly lay down beside the man.

Sure enough, as soon as he approached him, He Qing felt even colder. He almost packed the whole person into the quilt, only showing a fair face.

He was uncomfortable, and Yan Rong was comfortable.

I don't know if it was because he had been nagging the man's name before he died. When he woke up again, Yan Rong was already at He Qing's house.

Although He Qing couldn't see him or hear him, but since Yan Rong discovered that he could get his frozen face in a single stop by the man, he fell in love with He Qing.

In a sense, the reason why he died is also related to He Qing seeing death.

Yan Rong even thought secretly that maybe He Qing did not save him, just to not hinder his half-brother who only pretends to be a pretender every day.

He is dead, can't Yan Ze inherit all the old man's property?

Thinking about this, Yan Rong was more enthusiastic about freezing He Qing from time to time, although he only woke up for three days.

Because his body was always cold, He Qing felt so uncomfortable when he slept. He coughed and got up to open the closet and change clothes.

The man took off his original clothes, and his white and smooth back was exposed in front of Yan Rong. A waist line was curved, and it fell down beautifully.

When he changed his clothes, Yan Rong leaned on the wall so contentedly. He used to have the advantage of why Qing also had a beautiful face. He didn't expect his figure to be more beautiful.

Slim waist, fair skin, and the looming four abdominal muscles can be regarded as one point, no point, no point, no amount. This beautiful figure, Yan Rong is the first time to see.

Seeing the man frowning and rummaging in the closet, he suddenly got excited, stepped forward, and sighed softly against his fair and round shoulder.

The relaxed shoulder suddenly tightened, and the owner of the shoulder frowned violently. He felt the coldness that came from nowhere. His slender fingertips picked up the sweater and put it on himself.

Recently, He Qing always felt cold all over, but the thermometer showed that the surrounding temperature was normal, and there was nothing to be checked at the hospital. The doctor finally came to a conclusion.

He is too stressed and needs rest.

Thinking of the doctor, the man pursed his lips, picked up the incense on the table, walked to the small bottle placed in the living room, lit the incense, and inserted it in the incense altar in front of the bottle.

It was filled with incense ash, and at first glance it often worshipped.

Yan Rong followed behind, looking at him with solemn incense, and pouted.

Does He Qing also believe in ghosts and gods?

In this case, why do you want to do something wrong? Isn't he afraid that the person who was killed indirectly will turn into a ghost and ask him for his life?

Yan Rong has been awakened in this house for three days. During these three days, he watched He Qing worship the small bottle and worship early and late. He didn’t know whether it was inside or not. Raised the imp.

He knew that some people in the mall were superstitious and would raise a ghost to help himself, but stayed here for three days, let alone a ghost, he could not even see a living person except He Qing.

After finishing the incense, He Qing should go to work. He stood on the spot, staring staringly at the small bottle and extending his hand. His long, white fingers gently touched the bottle as if he were touching his lover.

Yan Rong stepped forward, blowing air into his ears.

Seeing that the man was trembling in the cold, his face was pale, and he smiled with satisfaction, "He Zong, are you happy?"

"Don't you hate me? I will lie next to you every day and freeze you to death!"

He Qing couldn't hear him naturally, he just felt cold, so he tightened his collar, and the other hand reluctantly put down the bottle.

The man's eyes were melancholic, and Yan Rong was standing beside him, naturally seeing the sadness in his eyes, and sneered suddenly.

He Qingbing's He Qing is also sad sometimes?

He thought this man had no heart.

He Qing stood in front of the Divine Case, looked at a bottle less than the size of his palm, blinked, and concealed his eyes.

He said softly to the bottle, "I'm going to work."

"Cut." Yan Rong sneered beside him.

He said cruelly to the man, "Don't toss, there is nothing in this bottle! It can't hear you."

The man couldn't hear him and turned away out of the door.

Only leaving Yan Rong with a sullen face standing on the spot, watching his back utter a curse.

I don't know why, as if he was trapped in this house, he couldn't get out of life.

Now He Qing has been out for a whole day, and he can only wait boringly.

Yan Rong's eyes calmed down at the thought of who made him become like this.

Even if he died, he would have to drag He Qing together!

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