Chapter 168: Little pitiful, cultivated (9)

"Me, I don't mean this..."
Looking at the man's somber face, He Qing shook his body even more, and his voice shook with fright, "Uncle..."
Mingzhe could feel that the hand that was red after being beaten several times was pulling back hard. He let go of his hand, and looked at the young man's timid and frightened covering his first beaten hand, looking carefully over his heart. The anger is even worse.
"Are you like them?"
"Did you forget about the Internet cafe as a kid?"
The juvenile’s rebuttal,
But that’s all when I was a kid, I’ve grown up now...

"Growed up?" The man snorted. "Who was drugged at the bar last night?"
"I shouldn't believe that Huo Tianhao's kid, if it was not yesterday that Song Chuanjin was there, he didn't know when you were dizzy out of the bar!"
The more said, Mingzhe's anger became stronger, "You will stay with me at home in the future, and no one is allowed to go!"
After he finished speaking, He Qinghong's eyes did not shed tears, and his tone eased a little.
"A Qing, you are not in good health, don't always run around, you know?"
The teenager wiped tears with his right hand and complained in a choked voice, "But, but I didn’t run around, this is the third time I went out with Tian Hao, they were on vacation, they could go where they wanted, and I would stay at home……"
The more he said, the more he felt wronged, and the tears fell more, "I don't know that it's a bad guy..."
"Late by the time you know!"
In the end it was raised by himself, seeing him crying into a tearful man, Mingzhe was also uncomfortable, he walked over and gently hugged the teenager.
"If you obediently obey, nothing will happen. If you are not allowed to go out this holiday, you will stay at home. If you really want to go, tell me that I will take you."
Being gently coaxed by the man, the grievances in the boy's heart overflowed instantly, and he chuckled into Mingzhe's arms, "I want to play in the orchard..."
He also remembered that Huo Tianhao had deceived him with an orchard before hanging on.
"Okay, uncle takes you to the orchard."
Embraced by the teenager's dependence, the man's heart softened into a ball.
He had no other children, but he knew that no one would be so easy to listen to if someone else was kept in this way.
Why is A Qing so obedient?
Gently patting the young man's back, Ming Zhe announced, "Uncle will not go to the company in the afternoon and accompany you to the orchard."
The teenager was full of tears, grabbing his clothes and grumbled.
His injury was not serious, and he wiped the medicine wine left by Dr. Bai. When he had lunch, he had no pain, but the palm that was raised too white and tender was still red, and it looked very pitiful.
When he waited for a meal, the man could not help feeling distressed when he saw the teenager's pitiful appearance of his left hand.
In fact, he asked the housekeeper to customize the stick last night. It was covered with a thin layer of rubber. Although it would hurt on the palm, it would not hurt the root.
This will not only play a deterrent effect on the teenager, but will not let him suffer too much.
Mingzhe calculated everything, but he didn’t count that He Qing’s body was too tender, and it might be twelve points for the average eight-point pain on him. He cried again, holding hands silently. The tears made the man just want to hug him in his arms.
He had originally thought about taking advantage of the opportunity to go to the orchard to coax He Qing well. Unexpectedly, the vice president of the company stayed in the hospital in the afternoon. There were a lot of things and he had to go back to handle it himself.
Hanging up the phone and looking at the white and tender young man sitting on the sofa and watching TV with pity, the man hesitated. "A Qing, something happened to the company. There may not be time to take you out in the next few days."
He Qing froze for a while, "Aren't we going to the orchard?"
"Will you go next time? I promise, I will go next time." Ming Zhe touched the teenager's small head, picked up one of his coats, and walked to the door while telling.
"They are not allowed to go out with Huo Tianhao and stay at home obediently."
The teenager was still ignorant, "But I..."
"The books you wanted to buy last time are already in the study. If you still want, call your uncle."
Upon hearing these words, He Qing directly left the orchard behind. He opened his eyes in surprise and looked forward to the man, "Is that the last time I said I want to buy?"
"Well, A Qing, let's go and watch it, go to the garden for an hour."
For this hand-raised child, the man clearly knows his weaknesses, and these books are enough for He Qing to stay at home throughout the holiday.
He changed his clothes, walked to the boy and hugged him, "Good boy, I will come back at night."
"Well! Thank you uncle!"
Seeing He Qing obediently raised his small face and thanked him, he never remembered what he had beaten before. Mingzhe softened his heart and gently squeezed his small face. His tone was soft, "Although I can't go out, Huo Tianhao can come home I want to play with you."
"Ok!"
The teenager was immersed in the joy of having a new book and nodded cleverly, "I called and asked if Huo Tianhao would come and read with me."
I thought that if I didn’t love learning, I would always be the last one. If Huo Tianhao, who was not Huo’s father, could never enter college, he would be silent for a second. He felt that he didn’t really want to accept A Qing’s invitation.
But that's fine. Although Huo Tianhao grew up with He Qing and is his only friend, Ming Zhe still doesn't like them to play with him.
A Qing is so weak, just stay at home every day.
It didn't take a while for the man to leave in peace, the Ming family's doorbell rang~EbookFREE.me~ Impossible! "
The teenager was calling, Huo Tianhao screamed exaggeratedly, complaining bitterly, "Uncle Ming is too ruthless, actually complained to my dad, and it hurts me."
He Qing blinked and asked softly, "Are you beaten again?"
"Yeah, you don’t know. My dad bought a bamboo stick with thick arms to beat me. Mom, it hurts me when I hit it. The key is that he still presses me in the living room. Fighting inside, in front of so many people, can be ashamed!"
Bamboo sticks with thick arms...
The teenager shook violently. If it fell on him, he would not be killed!
Huo Tianhao asked him again, "Oh, A Qing, did Uncle Ming take you home last night and beat you?"
He always thought that Ming Zhe discovered He Qing in the bar last night and took the people away. Just after asking, Huo Tianhao answered himself again.
"It must haven't been hit. Uncle Ming hurts you so much. I have been beaten as much as you grew up. You haven't suffered it once."
Thinking about it this way, he couldn’t help but envy,
If it’s good for us to exchange, Uncle Ming looks fierce, but he doesn’t beat people.

"Battered..." The young man's weak voice rang from the phone, Huo Tianhao froze, "What?"
"Uncle, he hit me..." He Qing said, "I hit my palm with a black stick, but it hurts..."
After he finished speaking, his lips were a little unhappy and said, "Don't think about changing, your uncle won't want you."
He remembered that Ming Zhe had always shown that he did not like Huo Tianhao.
There was silence for a second, and a burst of laughter erupted.
"Hahahahahaha you're taken seriously! I'm not stupid, Uncle Ming is so strict, and only you can bear it so well!"
"Oh, no, no, no, my hurts when I smile. My dad must call me purple. It hurts now, so I still play games at home."
After being laughed at, I realized that Huo Tianhao was joking. The teenager was a little embarrassed.
Just hanging up the phone, the housekeeper led Qing Jun's youth into it, "Master, Master Song is here."
"brother!!"
He Qing's eyes lit up and stood up in surprise.

After finishing a bunch of things left by the vice president, Ming Zhe rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, thinking of the boy who was left at home, a little more tenderness in his eyes.
A Qing is always so fooled. Every time he gets angry, he just needs to buy a pile of books to make him happy.
But he also loves reading too much. If he doesn't read strictly, he might have been short-sighted.
He couldn't always let him read at home this holiday, and Dr. Bai also said that he couldn't always be bored at home.
But letting him go out, Mingzhe was really relaxed.
The secretary came in to send the documents, and when they saw their omnipotent President Ming, he sighed deeply in the face, and immediately felt a tight heart.
Could it be that something big happened to the company?
Or did the vice president leave the hospital?
The secretary thought anxiously and went out anxiously, leaving only the handsome man with frowning thoughts.
Hey, raising children is really hard.

"Are these all A Qing's books?" Song Chuanjin looked at the rows of bookshelves and smiled softly. "Uncle Ming really spoiled you and actually bought so many books."
Hearing this, the teenager smiled happily at the two dimples and pointed to the bookshelf with a little ostentation. "My uncle buys me a lot of books every year, and the bookshelves are arranged according to the year."
He also felt that Mingzhe was kind to him, and he laughed even more.
"Brother, you read the books here, they are very difficult to buy, and my uncle specially asked someone to buy them from abroad."
He Qing is like a squirrel showing off his pine nuts, taking Song Chuanjin to see all his inventory.
"Well, there are many."
Song Chuanjin smiled, but instead of looking at the books, he looked softly at the teenager.
As soon as He Qing turned his head, he met his gaze. The two looked at each other inexplicably. The teenager felt his face was a little hot.
He didn't know why he was like this, so he panicked and opened his eyes, "Brother, let's go to read together."
This is the only thing that the only entertaining activity from childhood to age is the teenager who reads the book.
Seeing him like this, Song Chuanjin's eyes dimmed slightly, but his face was quiet, "Okay."
He had speculations in his heart. While sitting at a table and reading a book, his hand touched the young boy's arm, intentionally or unintentionally.
Being touched for a moment, He Qing's face turned red. He pursed his lips and moved a little to the left to prevent Song Chuanjin from touching himself.
Seeing his reaction, Song Chuanjin was a little unbelievable, but more surprised.
After he found that he had a feeling for He Qing, he began to evade subconsciously, but he never thought about it, and He Qing actually even treated him...
Song Chuanjin had a feeling like he was dreaming for a while, his face was quiet, but his eyes were looking at the book under the boy.
"A Qing, will you still take notes?"
"Hmm..." He Qing lowered her eyes and responded nervously, "I have a bad memory, and I will always forget what I saw before, so I just..."
He could feel the eyes of the people around him falling on him, his body suddenly tense, and the hand he was writing on was unstable.
"This hook is not such a hook, I'll teach you." Song Chuanjin said, without waiting for the teenager to answer, he directly reached out and grabbed his too delicate hand.
He Qing's words are actually very good-looking. Since he was a child, he is clever, even if Mingzhe doesn't look at it, he will practice the words well, plus there are no other entertainment activities, it is very good practice.
Song Chuanjin just wanted to take the opportunity to hold the young man's hand. At this point, he reached his goal. Holding his delicate and incredible hand, his heart beat faster, approaching the young man, looking down at his instant red earlobe, lowering his voice and asking, "A Qing, I haven't seen you in such a long time. Why don't you go to me?"
He Qing was held by his hand, and the nib couldn't get down anymore. He stuttered and answered, "I'm afraid, I quarreled with my brother..."
Of course Song Chuanjin knew why he didn't come. After discovering his affection for this pretty little cousin, he couldn't face He Qingmu's trusting look. What's more, he didn't dare.
He knows how strict Ming Zhe sees He Qing. If Ming Zhe knows that he has a non-divided thought about the teenager, what he will bear in the future, Song Chuanjin dare not think about it.
But now, the tip of the nose seemed to be fainted with milk, and Song Chuanjin stood up and hugged the teenager from behind, with a little intoxication in his voice.
"A Qing, are you drinking milk every day? Or how could your skin be so white?"
The teenager tightened his body nervously, and his voice was a little timid, "I, my uncle said that drinking milk can grow taller, so I drink a bottle every day."
The air seemed to have an ambiguous breath. As long as Song Chuanjin lowered his head slightly, he could see the young boy's slender white tender neck. If he kissed him, it would feel good.
For a moment, he was a little bit of a horse, forgetting his previous scruples and holding the boy's hand tighter.
"A Qing, in the past two years, I have always been..."
"Master, sir's phone."
The housekeeper's voice rang at the door of the study. The teenager was frightened and suddenly broke free from Song Chuanjin's arms, responding with some panic.
"coming."
Song Chuanjin slowly put his hands behind his back, with some regrets in his eyes, but a gentle smile on his face, "A Qing, go answer the phone, I'll wait for you here."
"Oh, oh, good..."
Seeing that the teenager was almost leaving with his left leg stumbling over his right leg, Song Chuanjin's brain gradually became sober.
A Qing is indeed very beautiful and he likes it too. Unfortunately, why is he not a girl...
In the study, a sigh seemed to sound like nothing, and soon disappeared.
Song Chuanjin actually came to see Mingzhe today.
He hasn't had a good time these years. Once his position in the Song family was unshakable, but after Aunt He Xiao gave birth to his younger brother, Song Chuanjin's attitude towards this young child made Song Chuanjin vigilant.
His father did not have much skill, but everyone in the family had the financial power in his hands. Song Chuanjin once tried to let his father decentralize when he was an adult. Unfortunately, he finally failed to say it, and also attracted his dissatisfaction.
In addition, Aunt He Xiaofeng is blowing a wind in the side, and if he says that Father Song was proud and appreciative of this capable elder son when he was young, then now his body is starting to get worse, but Song Chuanjin has grown up. This appreciation becomes vigilant.
He now refuses to give power to Song Chuanjin, and Aunt He Xiao secretly gives Song Chuanjin a trip in the company, causing him misery.
Otherwise, they will not go to the bar to drink and relax.
But he didn't expect that he would meet He Qing who hadn't seen it in two years, and he looked more beautiful and more attractive.
Song Chuanjin didn't think much about saving people, but after receiving gratitude and thanks, his thoughts were alive again.
Since Father Song did not give him the opportunity to develop his abilities, he left the Song family, and the Ming family is currently the best choice.
Song Chuanjin planned well at the beginning. Although Mingzhe was not there when he came, He Qing received him very happy. He can safely wait for Mingzhe to come back here.
However, in the end it became like this...
The tip of the nose seems to be wrapped with a sweet milky fragrance, Song Chuanjin sits straight, quietly waiting for the bulge between the legs to dissipate.
As a child, the well-behaved child really grew up, and Song Chuanjin was unwilling to grow stronger when he thought of the face that was not inferior to all the beautiful women he had seen.
【Ding! Song Chuanjin's favor: 85】
【relax and happy. 】
The boy with red ears always felt that he had done something bad, and the tone of the words he spoke to the man was a little uneasy. "It's almost the same thing on my side. Come back immediately, and you let the butler prepare the meals. "
After listening to the teenager's soft answer, the man's voice softened. "Wait a few days after I'm busy, will I take you to the orchard?"
"Okay." He Qing promised to come down and asked what was a little awkwardly, "Uncle, can you spare time next month?"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Ming Zhe guessed something, with a smile in his voice, but he deliberately asked the teenager.
For the first time, the teenager mentioned this kind of request, and he turned on the sofa at once. He was a little embarrassed and said, "Next month is my eighteenth birthday. I want to go to City A. There is a book exhibition there. Will put out all the books in the family..."
The man chuckled, pretending to be contemplative, "Do you want to go right? Okay, uncle approved."
He Qing was anxious, "No!"
He grew so big that he hadn't been to the far door once. The boy was even more anxious at the thought of wanting to be alone in a strange crowd.
He stuttered and asked, "Uncle, can you take me to see it next month, just three days..."
I had guessed this for a long time, and Mingzhe smiled even harder, deliberately teasing him, "But uncle wants to go to work, how to accompany you?"
He Qing didn't find that he was deliberately teasing himself, and some lost his lips, "Never mind, I won't go..."
Ming Zhe laughed and continued, "But if you tell me good things, maybe I will accompany you."
He Qing was raised by one hand. He never went to City A when he was young. He didn’t even try to go alone for a thousand kilometers by car.
He even bought things only in the convenience store on campus. How could such a small pea dare to go to the remote city A alone.
Mingzhe made up his mind to use this matter to tease He Qing, at least to enjoy his coquettishness for a few days.
I was ready to listen to the petite pleading of my own raised child, but a gentle male voice came from the phone.
"A Qing wants to go to City A? I can take you there."
In the office, under the corner of the man's raised lips, even his eyes were cold.
He was teasing his children, Song Chuanjin came to join in the excitement.