The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

I don’t know if it was because he became a ghost. Yan Rong pressed the man, and he did it all night. At the end, He Qing’s crying voice was dumb, and he was no longer as stubborn as before, and his hoarse voice collapsed and cried. Beg him to stop.

The more he cried, the more cheerful Yan Rong's heart was. At the end, He Qing was covered with red marks, struggling to roll off the sofa, trying to hide, but the ghost behind him grabbed his ankle and dragged him back.

When the sun shined into the window, Yan Rong only let the man go. He had shifted his position long ago, and now he was sitting on the bed, looking at the bright golden sunlight outside.

He was not afraid of these suns, and although they shone on him, he could not feel any warmth.

Yan Rong lowered his head and looked at the uneasy sleeping man beside him.

He cried too much last night, and now even if he is lying down, the body sinking into sleep will still choke from time to time, the face that is more beautiful than a woman shows fragility for the first time, and his white hands are like a baby. In front of me, it seemed to protect myself.

The cold and pale ghost hand fell on the man's tear-stained face. When he saw that he frowned and shuddered, his long eyelashes trembling, trying to open his eyes, Yan Rong pulled out a sneer, his hand was vaguely down, and fell In the clothes.

"No, no more..."

He Qing still didn't wake up. His body touched the ghost hands and shook uncontrollably.

His usual calm and indifferent voice was full of fear at the moment, crying like a beast that had been forced to a dead end.

A thin sobbing sound rang in the room, Yan Rong was startled, and his men stopped consciously.

"Yan Rong, Yan Rong..."

The man in the dream seemed to dream about him, shouting his name in fright and despair, his brows tightening more and more, as if struggling to wake up.

Just so afraid of him?

Somehow, seeing He Qing looked like this, Yan Rong sank uncomfortably.

He leaned over, his cold lips fell on He Qing's white earlobe, and the ghost held this small and tender meat, and his men showed no mercy, groping around the man, and he had no worries that he had been tired all night.

"Uh--"

He Qing, who had been asleep for less than an hour, opened his eyes in confusion, only to feel cold all over, his eyes with tears trembling, and turned to his back.

After seeing that pale but still handsome face, the man was stunned. He opened his mouth and cried all night with a hoarse voice, "You..."

Yan Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at each other with a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"Can you see me?"

After he finished speaking, he squeezed his hands hard, and in exchange for a cry from the man, he clapped the tender meat under his hands, "What is this called?

He tossed He Qing's complicated sight behind his head, smiled, and moved closer to the beautiful face, his tone full of malice, "General Manager He, you said, if I go down like this, will you quietly one day To die?"

The man pressed his lips, retracted his complex gaze, and lowered his eyes without saying a word.

What Yan Rong hated most was that he ignored other people's words, sneered at the moment, and the hand that had just stopped continued.

"Hmm..." The man who had been tossing for a night was quickly stained with thin red. He groaned in a short whisper, and his face suddenly turned red when he noticed what he said.

The ghosts he could see sneered at him with a sneer. "It's so nice to call, I don't see He always has this skill. I'm afraid that a bunch of people are rushing to point you when I go out to stand on the street!"

After he returned from abroad, he spent a lot of time with a group of fox friends and dogs. This kind of talk came with open mouth. At this moment, he looked at the cold man who once stood high above the ground and refused to look at him. It burned like a flame.

Yan Rong squeezed the man's soft meat hard, watching his unbearable expression, and deliberately humiliating, "Yeah, beg me like last night, maybe I can let you go."

He Qing pursed her lips with a white face, and a pair of beautiful eyes staring at him stared at him, and the beautiful voice was calm, "Please."

"It's not like this."

The ghost made a weird smile and gently whispered in the ear of the man, "When it was like last night, when crying and begging me, why don't I have to teach me?"

The man's face turned white again, and this time he didn't compromise anymore, stubbornly refused to speak.

Yan Rong didn't expect him to be soft. Seeing him like this, he had even more reasons for tossing He Qing.

If there are outsiders at this moment, then the scene must be very strange.

The pretty man was weeping uncontrollably and lying sideways, with nothing left behind him, and his rounded and fair shoulders exposed outside the quilt, with ambiguous marks like flowers blooming, growing on them little by little.

"Yan Rong, Yan Rong..."

Tossing to the end, He Qing cried and shouted the ghost's name, feeling that he really stopped, and quickly begged with a crying voice: "Please lightly..."

A burst of coolness followed Yan Rong's smug voice, "Okay, listen to Mr. He."

Yan Rong deliberately asked him, "I have fulfilled your wishes, should you thank me?"

The tearful man who had been crying for a long time ignored nothing but wanted to be relieved. He struggled to reach out and hug the ghost.

The voice softened because of crying, sobbing with pleading, "Thank you..."

The man under him opened his misty eyes, and the tears seemed to shine inside, and he looked at him, full of pleading.

Yan Rong has been a ghost for three days. If he is an ordinary person, he stays in a house with nothing for three days. No one hears him and no one can see him. I am afraid he will be crazy.

He always comforted himself, but he almost collapsed.

But now, this person has himself in the eyes.

The ghost's cold lips fell on the man's warm and pale lips, and slowly entered He Qing's ears with a cool voice.

"Mr. He, you are so beautiful."

The man was dazed and didn't understand what he was talking about, staring at him with a pair of confused eyes, Yan Rong smiled at him, looking very gentle.

"I let you go, okay?"

He Qing was almost bewildered by this gentle smile. He raised hope in his eyes and nodded timidly, almost the next second he nodded, the pain increased, the ghost laughter body was shaking, his face full of ridicule .

"Go your dreams!"

He looked at the man's weeping look, and smiled and bowed his head, full of hate, "I hate you before it's too late, how can I let you go."

"Aren't you asking for me? Then in this month, I want to play with you as much as I want!"

"Mr. He, are you okay?"

The uncontrollable man awakened with the ghost shaking, the pain flashed through his eyes, and he bit his teeth and refused to shout.

He Qing didn't know that the more he made this appearance of dying, the more Yan Rong was interested in how to torture him.

It was this dead face that gave him so much gas in the company.

It was also this man who, together with Yan Ze, killed him together.

He wanted to eat his meat raw and peel it.

How could you sympathize with him?

——

The people in the company talk about one more gossip every day.

President He seems to have become very strange. If he used to be indifferent, it was silent a few days ago, then now he is sick.

The face of Jun was still expressionless as before, but his face was as if he had changed.

The man's face is getting paler, and even the color of his lips has faded. It is clearly noble and inviolable, and his eye movements are the same as before, which can give people a different feeling.

Seems like a lot of weakness.

Several people were discussing the company's flower of Gaoling, and someone hurriedly reminded, "He Zong is here!"

They quickly sat down quickly, watching the white-faced man hurried by in front of him, and quickly left the company.

When the thin and slender man's figure completely disappeared, just a few people were together again.

"It's weird, he always has the original tone, the original look, but why do I always think he is really the same as changing a person."

"Yeah, it seems that... it looks better. He used to look ashamed of us, but now he feels more! It seems to be full of hormones!"

"Fuck you big nympho, even if you look at Mr. He, he will certainly not look at you, Mr. He's eyes are high!"

Another woman who had been silent raised speculation, "You said, is he in love?"

"No, hasn't President He always avoided women?"

"According to my observations, President He has always been stuck to work lately. Sometimes he is late. He is now leaving get off work early. What makes a workaholic so abnormal? Love!"

"And I tell you, according to the experience of the person who came here, He must have experienced bed exercise! You look at his look and see how he feels. Is it completely different from before?"

After the girl finished her reasoning, she was about to find a sense of identity, but found that the three girls on the opposite side stared blankly at her.

Her cold hair stood straight, her neck stiff, and she turned slowly.

Yan Ze's face was not very good-looking standing behind her, with displeasure in her eyes.

"Manager Yan..."

Yan Ze looked at her with a ugly look, "Have you ever seen him?"

"Mr. He... He came home from get off work early."

After the girl's trembling answer, she saw the man turned straight with a somber face and left the company.

She exhaled. Fortunately, she did not want to lose her job.

She was relaxed, but Yan Ze was full of displeasure. Of course, he was not because of the girl who went to work at work, but because of He Qing.

Since Yan Rong's death, He Qingben's indifferent attitude has dropped even more. The better thing is that he doesn't seem to doubt Yan Rong.

Yan Ze originally thought that Yan Rong's roadblock had been cleared. His future life, no matter his career or feelings, would have no more regrets, but He Qing's increasingly cold attitude made him start to bottom out.

These days I had planned to develop a good relationship with him, but the man seemed to avoid him deliberately. He came to the company early every day and always got off work early. After so long, Yan Ze could hardly say a word.

And now, what did he hear?

He Qing is in love?

Yan Ze glanced somberly and drove directly to the man's house.

——

As soon as He Qing came home, Yan Rong, who was heard standing by the door, was pulled in, and he threw it violently on the sofa.

"Wait, wait, the door is not closed..."

The man subconsciously resisted the cold hands walking on his body, but was easily suppressed.

The shirt was unbuttoned one by one by the pale hands, and the cold voice of the ghost happily said behind his ear, "Go to the balcony."

"Do not……"

If he refused, there was no chance of a complete exit. He Qing was embraced by Yan Rong and went all the way to the balcony.

ten minutes later

Yan Ze stood in front of the door, looked at the false door gap, reached out his hand, and quietly pushed open the door.