The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual
Chapter 97: Poor, compulsive love(10)
"A Qing, don't be afraid, I have already found Wen Hui, and he assured me that he won't be entangled with you anymore, you don't need to transfer anymore."
Yan Bei's words seemed to be still in his ears, and the teenager's footsteps all jumped a little. A small smile appeared on his face. After opening the ward door, the smile on his face stood still.
Wen Hui sat by the bed, heard the movement, turned his head and looked over, his expression calm and natural, "A Qing, are you back?"
"Come and sit down."
The teenager stiffly walked over and listened to the people in front of him, "I happened to come to the hospital for an examination. I heard that my aunt lived here, so I took a look."
"A Qing, don't you mind?"
He Qing lowered his head, and refused to speak.
Seeing his attitude, the man grinned and said, "Also, how can you not mind, otherwise, I will not find a roommate to help me away."
Obviously it was not his fault, but listening to the lonely tone of the man, the teenager couldn't help but pursed his lips. He stretched his hand nervously to hold the unconscious mother's clothes, which made him feel calmer.
"You, if you are fine, just..."
"A Qing also want to chase me away?" Wen Hui laughed at himself when he interrupted the teenager's stammer. "It seems that I really don't feel much treated..."
"A Qing, actually you were in the studio, I..."
"do not talk!"
The mother was next to her. Although she was asleep, she thought that those things would be known to her mother who loved her. The teenager couldn't help but stand up.
"What are you going to say, let's go out and say."
Wen Hui's eyes slipped on the skinny comatose woman and stood up tenderly, "Okay."
Although I was scared, I thought that this is a hospital. The broad public should not be able to do anything to him, and the teenager's heart was slightly relaxed.
When Wen Hui went out, he saw the teenager standing in the corridor outside the ward waiting for him. His eyes flashed and he stepped forward and asked, "A Qing, are you talking here?"
"Would you like to find a secluded place?"
The more he said this, the more vigilant He Qing looked at him. He leaned away from the man, his round eyes full of firmness, "Just say it here."
"A Qing, have you completely distrusted me?"
The sorrow in the man's eyes made the teenager feel a little uncomfortable. He didn't get fooled. He pursed his lips and continued to ask, "Say what you have, just leave."
The pain in Wen Hui's eyes was deeper. He sighed, opened the bag he had been carrying, took out the small box and handed it to the teenager.
Under his suspicion, the man's voice was low, "Whether you believe it or not, I was really drawing and falling into the magic. Later, when you disappeared, I have been looking for you and treatment..."
"Last time I told you that I would put those pictures online, in fact, I lied to you..." His lips were pale, he touched the box with regret, "I kept these pictures in my hands, never Show it to anyone."
"A Qing... I lied to you, I was afraid that you would leave me, as I did, no matter how I found it, I couldn't find it..."
Under the stunned eyes of the teenager, his eyes seemed to have tears in his eyes. "There is only one copy of these photos. I originally intended to burn them, but I am afraid you will keep them in mind."
The stunned teenager took the box. The box was made of wood, and the surface was smooth. It could be seen that it was often touched by people. Are the things that represent humiliation inside?
Wen Hui, just give it to him so easily?
"A Qing, what you said last time, I thought about it. Adam really couldn't do this to his Eve. For me, you are my rib, but for you, I am not your Adam. "
"I have two biggest mistakes in my life."
"The first one is to possess you, and the second one is not to lose you."
"A Qing, I said to you last time that I want you to live abroad with me. It is serious. I want to make up for you and want to make you happy, but I neglected to hurt you, sorry. "
"If, if you can, can you give me a chance to stay with you, love you forever, and protect you."
There was a cold wooden box in his arms. The teenager shook his hands. His big eyes were full of tears. He stared at the man with a staring voice, sobbing: "Mr. Wen..."
Wen Hui's eyes also turned red. He looked forward to the teenager with hope, hoping he could forgive himself.
But in the end, He Qing shook his lips and said hoarsely, "If these words, how good can you say earlier..."
"Sorry, I can't forget..."
The man froze, and after half a noise, he showed a somber smile, "It's okay, I understand."
"Anyway, I'm sorry."
"I wish you happiness."
The man seemed to be ten years old in an instant, his shoulders drooped slightly, and he slowly stood up. He tried to show a gentle smile to the teenager, as he had done.
"Whether you believe it or not, I really love you and really love you."
The teenager stared blankly at his back, opened his mouth several times and wanted to say something, and at the end he still did not call him.
The man was filled with sadness, walking down the unmanned stairs, the decadent bent waist straightened, and the expression on his face became somber and terrifying for a moment.
Little Aqing really grew up, it was not as easy to cheat as before.
It seems that only the last move is used.
Although there are some risks, but just to get A Qing, that little risk is nothing.
Thinking of being able to be with the dear teenager again, Wen Hui took the corner of his mouth contently and took out his mobile phone.
"it's me……"
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Watching the man leave, the teenager stared in the corridor for a long time before standing up numbly.
The gentleness of Mr. Wen once, his encouragement, and the sweetness that swelled in the hearts of two people sitting and standing together, looking at each other and laughing, these can not be lost.
He was grateful to Mr. Wen for pulling himself, but in the end, this most trusted person pushed him off the cliff.
He Qing really liked him. In the most helpless time, only Wen Hui helped him and stood beside him. If he didn't do those things at the beginning, maybe He Qing would confess...
The teenager stiffly stepped into the ward, looked at the unconscious mother on the bed, grabbed her skinny hand, and bowed her head sobbing, "Mom, what should I do..."
He really, so much, so much like Mr. Wen...
But why is Mr. Wen like that...
The red-eyed teenager massaged his mother's body as usual, and hit the basin to help her wipe the body, and waited until everything was done before standing up reluctantly.
The nurse happened to push the door in and saw He Qing was there, greeted him with a smile, "A Qing is here again."
"Have your mother woke up?"
"Not yet..." the teenager replied a little shyly, "but she's been awake longer these days than before, and the doctor said the situation is improving."
"That's good, eh, A Qing, you will go back later, there is a doctor downstairs who is making trouble, and they will leave you after a while."
The nurse is very fond of this filial child and can visit her mother every day. This is not what ordinary people can do, let alone this child.
It's my own job and sympathy, and the nurse will help me from time to time, so the two have a good relationship.
Medical trouble? The boy was stunned for a while, "Thank you Sister Zhang, then I will leave later."
He was about to go to the window to look at it, but the door of the ward was slammed open.
"You gangs of quack doctors!! It's all your misdiagnosis! It's all your misdiagnosis!!"
He said that he was scolding quack doctors, but he walked towards the bed, looked at the unconscious woman on the bed, and said madly, "I'm not good, you don't want to live! Go die!"
"mom!!"
He Qingdeng reacted for a second and hurried up to try to stop the man from behind, but was easily thrown away because of his too little strength.
The man was stopped, as if he had shifted his target. He raised his knife and cut it over the teenager. The nurse screamed and shouted. He Qing wanted to stop him, but found that he had no strength.
The ugly man in front of him and his father had the same appearance. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, and he couldn't even resist. He could only watch the knife cut off.
"A Qing!"
In the nurse's screaming, He Qing was hugged firmly, and someone above was softly comforting, "Good, nothing, don't be afraid..."
He Qing was shaking all over, "Mom...Mom..."
"Auntie is fine, don't worry..."
Who is comforting him?
Who protected him?
Armed around the trembling young man, Wen Hui resisted the pain and looked up at the medically troubled man who was caught by the catcher. The man looked up at him and then lowered his head calmly.
The body hurts, and blood dripped down the clothes, but Wen Hui tried to restrain the smile from the corner of his mouth. He hugged the teenager tightly and comforted him, "It's okay, it's okay..."
"A Qing is not afraid..."
Until his face was pale and could no longer support it.
"Sir, sir!"
"He shed a lot of blood!"
"Doctor, come take a look!"
The noisy and noisy voice was in the ear, but Wen Hui felt calm in his heart. He fell to the ground, facing the teenager's sight, and passed out in a coma.
He didn't know if he could sustain it, but he knew that no matter what the ending was, A Qing would never forget him...
【Ding! Wen Hui's favor: 95】
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Yan Bei always feels upset today, and he attributed these emotions to He Qing's absence.
I don’t know what happened to the small counseling bag. At this point, he should have come back, and he will be in class soon. Hasn’t he always attached great importance to learning?
I knew he had gone with him, and I just saw Ms. He Qing and got in touch with you.
His ability to please elders is not a blow.
A person is really boring, Yan Bei simply pulled out a blank piece of paper, carefully depicting the appearance of a teenager.
He knew that Teacher Wen was a painter, but that could not hide the fact that he was a pervert.
Unlike him, although he is not a painter and his paintings are not good-looking, but who makes He Qing like him?
He carefully moved the brush, first drawn an outline of the eyes, and carefully traced the edges. He Qing's eyes were large and bright, and he wanted to draw a little more carefully.
And his beautiful nose, mouth smaller than girls...
After Yan Bei cherished and carefully painted, it was half an hour later. Although he used 100% of his mind, this painting still looks very rough.
Yan Bei couldn't help but think of when he went to Wenhui's house, he saw that the walls were filled with paintings by teenagers, and he had thought of bringing them home, but he didn't want to give money, but he was scared back by the old man's paintings.
It was so shameful to run back, it was really embarrassing. Fortunately, A Qing didn't know.
Zheng Meimei looked at her paintings to appreciate, thinking that when A Qing came back to show him, the phone on the desktop rang.
Yan Bei's eyes haven't been removed from the painting, and he directly took the phone to answer the phone. "Hey, who."
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"A Qing, don't be nervous, just draw it casually, you don't have to be so tight."
The teenager blushed shyly, letting go of his hand unnaturally, "Sorry, Mr. Wen, I try to be as natural as possible."
Wen Hui showed a smile behind the easel. The teenager was infected by his smile and his eyes lit up, full of love and joy.
He is really cute...
With this idea in mind, Wen Hui dropped the paintbrush stroke by stroke with love.
After finishing the painting, the teenager was leaving. He said that he would come tomorrow.
After he left, Wen Hui looked at the large studio and his eyes were sad.
"Have my paintings not been sold yet?"
"You can't sell it. Now who wants this kind of ordinary painting, others want the kind of meaning. Your painting can only make people feel a feeling of falling in love!"
"Who buys paintings, buys this kind! Your age has passed Teacher Wen!"
"Why don't you go to the exhibition to learn the style of others? Last time there was a painting, you sold it at a high price, do you know!"
Disregarding the people still talking inside, Wen Hui dropped his hand and hung up the phone.
There was no tenderness on his face in front of the teenager, but pain and depression. A person's style was shaped. Let him imitate others. What is the difference from the style that killed him.
Therefore, he can only cultivate a style of his own and destroy him.
When the teenage boy who had been full of love was crying in pain and his eyes were full of resentment and sorrow, the inspiration that had never been before came out like a grass in the ground.
Wen Hui is painting excitedly and fanatically, painting...
In the end, his painting won the prize, and he became the literary teacher whose painting was enough for ordinary people to live for a lifetime, but the person who was destroyed by his own hands could not be found.
But it doesn't matter, he will get it back. Honor, A Qing, all belong to him...
Even if he did nothing, even if he hurt himself, he would have to retrieve his ribs and install them in front of his beating chest.
"A Qing..." A weak voice sounded, and the boy beside the bed quickly looked over.
The person on the bed was pale because of excessive blood loss. He chapped his lips and looked worriedly at the teenager with a hoarse voice: "Are you okay..."
He Qing was stunned, his eyes redder, and he never thought that the man who had blocked himself from the knife woke up and asked the first sentence of concern for him.
With tears falling down, he quickly wiped it away, lowering his head in disguise, but his voice was a little choked, "I'm fine..."
"Mr. Wen, the doctor said you were seriously injured. If it wasn't treated in the hospital in time, it would almost..."
"It doesn't matter..." The man frowned gently every time he said a word. His eyes kept staring at the young man, and under the young man's red eyes, he slowly smiled at ease.
"A Qing is fine..."
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