The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

When Zuo Feng finished applying the medicine, He Qing's face turned red, and his hands almost pulled the bed sheets out of the bed. He also had to endure no sound and let the man look at himself.

He didn't think about it at all. He endured not to make a sound, but can his stiff body be controlled with the man's movement?

At the end, Zuo Feng squeezed the ankle that had been kneaded lightly, and felt that his body was tightly stretched like a full bow, and his heart was funny, and he raised the voice deliberately, said, " All right."

"Okay?" The teenager reacted for a few seconds before reacting. A pair of apricot eyes that seemed to contain water looked at Zuo Feng a little unbelievably. His body gradually relaxed and softened.

He lifted his foot exhausted, trying to free his poor injured foot from the man's hand.

Zuo Feng didn't mean to put it down. He smiled unconsciously at the confused vision of the teenager. "Is it unsafe once? I'll wipe you again."

"No!"

He Qing's eyes widened and he refused without thinking. He dragged his injured foot and stared at the man's look carefully while moving like a small animal, for fear that he would have to kill himself again.

"That line, I will send you back."

Seeing him like this, Zuo Feng stopped teasing him, clapping his hands, and stood up smelling the smell of the medicine.

After a little rubbing just now, He Qing couldn't wait to call her mother. Now she heard that she could go back and reached out to the man without thinking.

When Zuo Feng finished speaking, he saw that the teenager who had just been afraid of hiding on the side took the initiative to come over, and he suddenly burst into tears.

This is a typical milk is a mother.

It's been a long time since I changed my face, and I haven't seen it for a long time.

He was too lazy to care about this child, and he helped him up as he wanted.

The teenager stood up exhaustively, carefully holding the injured foot and still walking on one foot.

He had been in pain, and now he leaned all his weight on ZF, and the teenager leaned softly in his arms, and ZF moved his nose.

The hair is very fragrant, in addition, there seems to be a milky fragrance.

While helping the person to go out, he asked, "How are you so sweet and so sweet, just like a child."

If he didn't have the latter sentence, maybe He Qing would admit it, but he also added a sentence like a child, and the teenager suddenly turned black.

He jumped **** one foot and emptied while jumping, "I don't have a milky smell on you, you smelled it wrong."

How could this be wrong, his nose is notoriously spirited.

"Did you just drink milk?"

"I do not have!"

He Qing denounced unhappy.

Zuo Feng looked at his fierce look and raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it time for a brother?"

Speaking of this, the teenager immediately remembered that he is still chasing his sister.

This is Uncle Brother!

That beautiful little face immediately squeezed a bright smile, and turned his head to show it to the left front.

"Brother, what Xuexue likes, you tell me chant."

Zuo Feng looked at him as he exposed a row of snowy white teeth and found it fun. He did not plan to pit people and said directly, "I said before, you are not the type he likes."

"Like you, she can't walk in a walk. If she knows, it's even less likely to like you."

"That brother, don't tell her to chant." Speaking of pleased people, He Qing confessed that no one dared to recognize the first. He looked at the man with a pair of beautiful apricot eyes, which reflected the face of Zuo Feng.

"Brother, you are nice, you look handsome, and you are so powerful. If I stay with Xuexue in the future, I must learn from you."

The praise without money came out from the juvenile ruddy lips, and the adjective was quite gorgeous. "I saw you at first glance and knew that you must be very good. You can get along very well. At that time, I didn't know Xuexue, I’ll give you flowers to make tea, does this prove from the side that we are particularly destined!"

Send flowers to make tea...

He Qing didn't say that Zuo Feng had forgotten about it. When he saw the person blinking in front of him with no guilty conscience, he looked pitiful and full of anticipation.

"In this way, Xuexue likes a man with a good figure, you are short, and it's a little difficult to make up this day."

As soon as he said this, he saw that the teenager had a hard time on his face. Zuo Feng coughed a little and continued, "When you develop your abdominal muscles, there may be a chance."

Another is to practice abdominal muscles...

The young man's face was even more bitter when he thought of his still-pained belly.

Why do girls now like abdominal muscles that are so hard to feel at all that they feel uncomfortable? Is a soft belly not good?

He Qing began to retreat from the thought of how much pain he had to practice abdominal muscles.

Thinking about it, the pretty apricot of the teenager turned around and fell on the man beside him who was a lot taller than himself.

He has a beautiful figure and a long figure, which is more standard than a girl. Looking at that face, the facial features are exquisite and the eyebrows are sharp.

He Qing looked at Zuo Feng, his eyes showing cunning.

Almost all of his body's center of gravity rested on the man, and he asked like he always did. "Brother, Xuexue has a good relationship with you?"

Zuo Feng raised his eyebrows higher, "It's good, what's wrong?"

"Then he must like you so much?"

Very normal question, but the man looked at the teenager's face, there was always a feeling that the fox stole the chicken, he narrowed his eyes slightly and replied, "Well."

He Qing suddenly seemed to have caught a huge loophole, the smile on his face brightened at a speed visible to the naked eye, proudly announced, "Xuexue likes you, then she may like me!"

"No, from what corner did your kid come to this conclusion?"

Seeing a man crying and asking himself, the teenager replied sternly, "She likes you, and you don't have abdominal muscles, it means that she likes to have abdominal muscles. This argument is wrong."

In fact, when he said this, He Qing was alert to the man to refute himself. After all, Zuo Feng is the brother of Zuo Xue. The love of his brother and boyfriend, can it be the same?

The teenager was playing a belly draft in his heart, intending to say anything to rely on his cheeky persuasion of Zuo Feng.

According to his eloquence, it was not a minute.

Seeing the self-confidence hidden in He Qing's eyes, Zuo Feng couldn't stop and the wind blew past him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Where did you conclude that I have no abdominal muscles?"

Hearing this sentence, the just-confident teenager suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the man in disbelief.

This face, this figure, does not look like it looks like it will have abdominal muscles!

In contact with his distrustful eyes, Zuo Feng smiled at He Qing, and the other did not hold his hand and gently lifted his coat.

In the abdomen, six beautiful abs are looming.

He Qing's eyes widened, and there was a man's voice in his ear, "See?"

He raised his head in a daze, his face confused, "I saw..."

Zuo Feng saw his pitiful appearance of shock, and then put down his clothes with satisfaction, and his eyes were full of smiles, "If you really like Xue Xue, you should go to exercise, maybe you will grow taller. , She promised you."

That being said, I thought that it was just like the last medicine He Qing was almost about to cry. Zuo Feng did not like this young master very much.

He used to have dealt with this kind of young masters who were loved by his family before. He always wanted to come and go. I like this today and I like that tomorrow. This is from He Qing still holding flowers a week ago Confess with him, can you see it?

If it is usual, Zuo Feng is too lazy to take care of this kind of thing, anyway, just confirm that her sister does not have this plan.

But I don't know why. Looking at the young man's pitiful eyes, pleading with him, and the one he was deliberately bullied to cry, the man had a little affection for him, not much, just a little.

He kindly reminded, "You still give up, and find someone who does not dislike you for being short."

Watching the teenager open his eyes round with incredulity and hurt, the man coughed slightly and covered his smile.

Well, it’s not that kind.

I don't know why, it's really interesting to watch this kid change his face.

He Qing was stunned. He looked at Zuo Feng full of wounds for a while, and slowly lowered his eyes. He lowered his head and couldn't see clearly. His voice was low, as if with a little cry.

"Your words, like Rongma's needle, stuck in my heart fiercely."

The young man's tone was sorrowful, full of sorrow and indignation. "It's still covered with chili oil. It pierced a needle and hurt twice..."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and shook his left hand away silently, not looking at the stunned look of the man, his lame leg was difficult, and he jumped away.

He was thin and small, and his head was drooping weakly at the moment, still walking so poorly on one foot, and anyone could see how desolate his back was.

Zuo Feng is really stunned, is this child so vulnerable?

Explode at the first poke?

The man who had been holding jokes and amused feelings had a rare sense of guilt. He stepped forward in two or three steps and slender fingers rested on the young man’s shoulders.

"Okay, don't be angry, you're not short, don't be short!"

He Qing didn't turn his head, his voice was weak and weak, as if he would cry out in the next second, and said pitifully, "You don't need to comfort me anymore, I'm not tall, and I don't have abdominal muscles. There are no advantages, even if you like Xuexue no matter how much..."

The teenager didn't look back, but before the left front who had helped him with the medicine, his red eyes narrowed in the corner and he looked up, but he still had to hold on for Zuo Xue.

This kid is really serious...

"After the feet are ready, I will apologize to her." He Qing said softly, as if the milk cat was crying.

In the last sentence, I even choked with sobs, "Sorry, bother you...I'm gone..."

Looking at the thin, helpless and pathetic one-footed figure with his shoulders hanging down, Zuo Feng frowned, his hands clasped him.

"My sister likes guys who can cook, you can practice cooking well, maybe it is possible."

The young man was stunned and stopped like he was unbelievable.

The man sighed, but he did not regret telling him that he chose Zuo Xue anyway...

He Qing turned around, her small face white and pure, her eyes shining brightly, where there was a little sad shadow, even the voice was full of vitality.

"Thank you, brother, you are so nice! When I get to Xuexue, I will invite you to dinner!"

The young man was not stingy at all and showed a standard eight teeth smile to Zuo Feng, and jumped away beautifully.

On the lawn, on the green road, under the breeze, the left front stood stiffly, watching the cheerful figure gradually away.

what! green!