Chapter 167: Little pitiful, cultivated (8)

In the car, because of the low air pressure from Mingzhe, the driver drove the car diligently, without daring to glance back.
He Qing was sleeping soundly, lying in the arms of a man, and the collar was a little crooked, showing a white and slender long neck, a delicate collarbone, and a silver-white necklace fell out, which happened to fall on the man. At hand.
Mingzhe looked down at the necklace, and his already gloomy look was even more ugly.
"Um..." It seemed like I felt something. The teenager moved around uncomfortably in his sleep. It was not enough to squeeze into the man's arms. The hand that fell on his side was raised unconsciously and fell on his lips. Open your mouth to include your thumbs.
The man's eyes quickly stopped him and separated the young boy's white fingers from his big hands.
The bar is in a mess, who knows what his hands touched before He Qingzhong recruited.
How can this strange problem of sleeping with fingers not be corrected!
Ming Zhe sullen his face, and skillfully took out the wet tissue from the back of the chair, grabbed the teenager's white and tender fingers, and helped him clean it little by little.
He Qing is still immersed in his sleep. He Qing is not happy. He is weak and has little energy. After spending a long time in the dream, he has not rescued his hands. He closed his eyes and deflated his mouth, a little wronged. When he uses his head, his mouth is covered.
Feeling a dampness close to his hand, Ming Zhe stiffened and looked down, but he saw the young man's lips covered his back, like a kitten drinking milk, wriggling pink lips sucking With.
The head of the man's heart is a small Tengmiao that has just sprouted and is twirling coquettishly, feeling itchy, and feeling a bit crisp.
He just kept his head down and watched the teenager with his arms raised fall asleep with the back of his hands. I don't know how long the driver stopped. "Mr. Ming, it's here."
Mingzhe froze for a second before he responded, taking back his stiff hand because he hadn't moved for a long time. After leaving the teenager's slightly opened lips, he even felt a bit lost and sad.
Without thinking about these undesirable emotions, the man picked up the teenager and got out of the car and entered the gate.
"Master, what's wrong with this?" The butler greeted him.
"Call Dr. Bai to come."
Mingzhe's voice was steady, as usual.
He took the sweet boy sleeping in his arms upstairs and put the person on the bed.
The person on the bed was asleep, looking obedient and ingenious. The pair of eyes always looked at the person's beautiful eyes softly, and the long curled thick eyelashes because the light cast a shadow on the bottom of the eye, the whole scene was like the picture. .
Knowing that He Qing had done something wrong, but sitting on the bed, looking at this peaceful sleeping face, Ming Zhe's heart softened.
"Brother..." The man on the bed rolled over and cried Song Chuanjin in a confused voice.
The man's face was suddenly dark, and he had obviously not seen each other for two years. Why did A Qing still miss Song Chuanjin?
Even today he went to the bar because of Song Chuanjin.
The inexplicable discomfort in his heart made him reach out and gently tapped on the young boy's head, "Not obedient!"
"Hmm..." He Qing closed his eyes, extended his hand in dissatisfaction and waved in the air, trying to drive away the thing that hit him, but he was grasped by the big hand and could not move.
"It's really brave, and dare to go to that kind of place." Ming Zhe easily restrained the teenager, and rubbed his other hand gently against the white net forehead that he just hit, there was already a red at the moment, although he didn't use force at all.
He Qing was raised by him too delicately, from small to large, he used everything to eat. He was like a pea prince raised in the kingdom, even if it was just a touch.
Seeing the red, Ming Zhe began to regret again. He gently stroked the forehead of the boy with his thin cocoon, and helped him press the temple, with a helpless wry smile. Sorry, I really owe you..."
Seeing the teenager's dissatisfied lips falling down, he relaxed the shackles of He Qing and slowly withdrew his hand.
The pair of tender hands that had just been surrounded by the man just grabbed him, and the master of the hand asked softly, "Also..."
The sound fell like a feather, and fell lightly into the man's heart. He was startled, and his hands consciously re-massaged him in accordance with the will of the teenager, but his eyes fell on the small face that comforted his lips. .
Mingzhe knows that He Qing looks good. When he was a child, he looked like a doll. Being obedient and clever can make the whole heart go away.
At that time, he was worried every day that his children would be in danger because of this deputy appearance. The outer three layers and the third floor were arranged to protect his manpower. He didn’t know how many dangers were blocked. He finally raised him peacefully. Big.
And now, there is still a month-old teenager in bed with a slender figure, and the beautiful little face is full of relaxation, even when asleep, the charming and charming person who can evoke the encroachment is easily visible.
Mingzhe has also seen many young girls whom others call stunners when they entertain, but no one can match He Qing's appearance, especially his clean temperament, which is incomparable to those people and the most attractive. Human.
Otherwise, he wouldn't go to the bar, and if everyone else was fine, he would meet someone who prescribed medicine.
Mingzhe has no doubt if Song Chuanjin is not here today, when he rushes over, he will definitely see He Qing who has already been taken advantage of.
Thinking of this, his eyes were heavy, and his men couldn't help but exert some force.
"Um... hurt..."
The teenager who was enjoying the massage service under him turned his head unhappy, his delicate eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he was filled with dissatisfaction.
"You are not happy yet."
The man said, but his hands slowed down again, looking at the young man's frowning, he stretched out his hand and wanted to help him smooth.
"What's the matter with A Qing! Oh, my old bone will be broken by you sooner or later!"
Dr. Bai's breathless voice suddenly appeared at the door, and Mingzhe suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up. The voice was calm, "Stolen to the bar, someone was drugged."
"what??"
The old man with white hair and white beard stunned his eyes wide open and quickly came over to check.
"A Qing hasn't always been very good? Why did you go to that kind of place, can it be a period of rebellion?"
"Huo Tianhao encouraged."
"Eh, I knew that the boy of the Huo family was just playing."
The man stood expressionlessly watching Dr. Bai chatting while examining, no emotion was visible on his face, but only he himself knew to what extent his heart was beating violently.
Just now, why did he panic?
Just help A Qing rub her eyebrows, why should he avoid people?
Mingzhe's mind seemed to be cluttered with threads, but he concealed his thoughts subconsciously.
"It's no big deal. This medicine makes people useless. A Qing will only want to go to bed when he is weak. It will be better tomorrow."
"He may not be sleeping well tonight, you watch it carefully."
Dr. Bai withdrew his hand. He saw the doctor specially for the elite. Now that he sees the medicine on He Qing, he knows what happened to him. Mingzhe is not angry now, which means that the man has no advantage.
Of course, for the first time, the man didn't carefully hold He Qing's hand while he was seeing a doctor. It is estimated that he was really angry.
"You tell your child tomorrow that if he doesn't listen, he is weak, don't give up."
Ming Zhe withdrew his thoughts and sighed calmly, "I'm too used to him."
Only then can I run to that kind of dirty place without guard.
When I thought of Song Chuanjin's absence, what kind of scene would he see when he hurried over to it? The anger that was hidden before rises again from the heart. The man subconsciously ignored the strange emotion just now, and the tone was cold.
"Leave me a bottle of beating wine."
Seeing Mingzhe's ugly face, he knew that he was determined to clean up He Qing, and why Dr. Bai felt silent for a second in his heart.
"Buy two bottles and give you 20% off."

He Qing felt a little confused when he woke up. He stretched his waist first and then rubbed his face on the soft pillow before slowly opening his eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome man sitting by the bed.
The teenager blinked in confusion and said consciously, "Good morning uncle..."
The teenager just woke up with a nasal voice, and softly scratched at Mingzhe's heart like a cat's paw.
If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t even think of teaching him, even if he didn’t hold He Qing, but when he thought of the seriousness of the situation last night, his heart that had just softened once again froze.
He stood straight under He Qing's confused eyes and took the stick on the table in his hand. "Did I tell you that you are not allowed to go to the bar?"
The teenager's relaxed expression immediately changed. Looking at the stick, his expression immediately became timid.
His stuttering explanation, "I, I am not..."
"Not what?" Ming Zhe interrupted him and asked in a cold voice, "Not the bar you went to? Didn't you get drugged?"
"When did you go out, I didn't tell you not to go to such a place, He Qing, I really spoiled you so much that made you so bold."
He made up his mind that this time he must take a good lesson, otherwise this kind of thing will happen twice or three times more times.
Thinking about this, the man forced himself not to look at the young man's timid gaze, and waved the stick in the air, coldly, "Hands out."
"Uncle..." Looking at the black terrible stick, the boy's face was white, and his eyes immediately turned red. He subconsciously took a step back, subconsciously begging, "I know I was wrong..."
"I will never dare uncle..."
With that, he glanced timidly at the man's somber complexion, his fearful voice shaking, "Don't hit me..."
Looking at his pitiful look with red eyes, Mingzhe almost gave up, but in the end he repeated it again.
"Hands out, don't let me say it a third time."
Under the cold eyes of the man, the teenager cried out his left hand.
Mingzhe held him in one hand and clearly felt his whole body tremble with fear when he was grasped by himself.
He forced himself to harden his heart and raised his stick high.
He Qing's beautiful eyes looked at the stick with horror, and the whole body shivered in fear, "Uncle, uncle, I was wrong..."
Tears fell down the teenager's white cheeks, dripping on the bed, moistened.
The man suddenly seemed to be agitated by something, he asked, "Really know that it's wrong?"
The boy seemed to get some straw for help, nodded vigorously, and desperately cried with a crying voice, "I know, I know I was wrong..."
Mingzhe asked him, "Do you know if you should go to the bar?"
"Woo--" He Qing choked, red eyes replied, "Know..."
"I know I'll go!"
The man froze his face, the stick fell, and hit the palm of the young boy.
As he said, the stick fell down with a murmur hitting the meat.
"How did I tell you? Tell me wherever you go. You are not allowed to go to that kind of place. You are not allowed to talk to strangers. How do you agree with me? Huh?"
"...Pain...pain..."
The teenager shook his body and tried to avoid it, but his hand was restrained by a man. He was so aggrieved and aggrieved that he couldn't help shouting.
"Everyone can go, why can't I go!"
Just after saying this, he was stunned himself. He looked at the man subconsciously, and he saw his face darkened again.