Chapter 172: Little pitiful, cultivated (13)

Now that he knew Mingzhe was not angry, He Qing continued to eat and drink happily.
He is naturally ingenious. Mingzhe refused to go out before, but he did not go out obediently. Every day, he was at home watching TV and practicing calligraphy.
The men seemed to be getting busier, leaving early and returning late, and the two had little time to meet.
The teenager didn't even realize that he was hiding from himself, still trusting and admiring this elder who brought him up as usual.
On this day, he was comfortably clicking and eating the dried sweet potato from the housekeeper, and the phone on the table rang.
The young man's eyes landed on the TV all the time, and he connected the strange call.
"A Qing!! Help me!!!"
Frightened by this roar, He Qing blinked, not surely asking, "Tianhao?"
"Yeah yeah it's me!"
Huo Tianhao was sweaty all over his head, hovering around the door eagerly holding his mobile phone, "I remember Uncle Ming giving you a lot of money every month, right?"
There was a soft, ignorant voice from the boy over there, "Yes, what's wrong?"
He has a card in his hand, and every month Mingzhe will regularly make a large amount of money in it, but He Qing rarely buys things outside, and the card has never been taken out. It can be used every time. Chances are that Huo Tianhao needs to borrow money and turn around.
"How much money can you use now!"
The teenager was stunned, turned on the phone and looked, "More than one million."
Huo Tianhao: "..."
There was a stunned voice over the phone for a few seconds before Huo Tianhao's weak voice sounded again, "Can you take out fifty thousand cash? I have an urgent need."
"You wait..."
He Qing seemed anxious. He Qing put down the phone and took the landline.
Mingzhe was signing in the office, and the phone rang suddenly. He looked at the display above his eyes and showed a soft touch, "What's wrong, A Qing?"
"Uncle, what's the password for our safe?"
The man answered without any hesitation, "What's wrong with your birthday?"
The young man told the truth, "Tianhao asked me to borrow 50,000, I don't have cash."
"You go directly to the safe to get it. The innermost layer is cash."
He Qing was a little strange when he hung up the phone. How did his uncle seem to be gentle with him recently?
Thinking of his anxious friend, he stopped thinking and quickly picked up his phone again, "I can come up with 50,000 cash. When do you want it?"
"Now, I will go to your house now...what are you doing! Hey! A Qing, you will wait for me to call you back in a while..."
The tone over there seemed to be not right. The teenager looked at the sideline with some hesitation. Tianhao seemed to be in trouble. Would he like to call his uncle...
While hesitating, the phone rang again, and there was Huo Tianhao still with an angry voice, "A Qing, can you help me send the money over, right at the door of the FH bar."
"Don't tell Uncle Ming, if my dad knows, he must break my leg!"

Huo Tianhao is anxiously waiting outside the bar door, not far away, a few big men in a stream of clothes who are not good people at a glance are staring at them staring at them. Looks like.
He had no choice but to protect the girl behind him as much as possible. There was a girl crying low beside him. He was angry and scared. He just hated why he couldn't think of running out.
There are thousands of people in the world, Huo Tianhao belongs to that kind of hardship. In view of his endless death from an early age, as a rich second generation, he is managed by Huo father like a little chicken. Even the pitiful money he gave for a month is not a matter of being a fight. If he has just turned 18 this year, he doubts whether he has been cocooned on his butt!
Last time he took He Qing to the bar and was beaten by Huo Father again. He dragged his sore and rested for so many days. Finally he was inspired by his own death heart and ran out.
And also appointments with a few beautiful girls.
Of course, he didn't pedal a few boats, only one of the three girls was Huo Tianhao's current girlfriend, and the other two were his girlfriend's girlfriends, accompanied by his girlfriend to be bold.
Everything was very good. Huo Tianhao, who had been there once, became familiar with the familiar way, and used the little vault that he secretly accumulated to put a push in front of the girl.
Then something happened.
Among the girlfriends brought by her girlfriend, there is a girl with a natural beauty, which belongs to the kind that will lead passers-by to look back when walking on the road. She was strictly controlled since she was a child. .
For the first time, she endured it, and when the second time she couldn't bear it, she slapped it.
Then something went wrong. The man brought a bunch of brothers and directly blocked the four.
Seeing a group of men brushing their hands up against their girlfriends, they were all taken away, and the second-generation rich Huo Tianhao shouted wisely.
"Loose money, we lose money!"
Holding the broken mobile phone sponsored by those people, Huo Tianhao comforted the sister behind him while calling the only friend who remembered his mobile phone number except his father.
It is still very cold at night. In order to pretend to wear a hole-wearing outfit, Huo Tianhao trembles while dragging his coat down and handing it to his girlfriend, "Put on, my buddy will come in a moment."
Leaving aside his girlfriend's moved eyes, Huo Tianhao burst into tears in his heart.
He swears that he will never die again!
Huo Tianhao, who was frozen into a chicken, had green eyes when he saw his friend who got off the taxi.
"Tianhao, this is fifty thousand."
He Qing glanced at the few people who were staring at him not far away, and handed the bag to Huo Tianhao.
Huo Tianhao quickly took over, "Thank you buddy, I will return you next month."
He walked in front of those people carrying the bag, and while observing their appearance without saying anything, he said, "This is fifty thousand, now can we go?"
He opened the bag and gave him a few glances. Perhaps Huo Tianhao’s image of coercion had contributed to his arrogance. He looked at the bag with a wry smile and said wildly, "Go, you can let the little girl give I touched it and let you go when I felt comfortable."
Huo Tianhao's eyes sank, and it seemed impossible to calm down.
He handed the bag over and smiled on his face, "Well, as long as you don't hit me, it's okay, you first order some money..."
"It's your kid's acquaintance." The man glanced a little unexpectedly and was about to take the bag, Huo Tianhao suddenly stretched his fist and hit the bridge of his nose.
"Lying trough--"
Before waiting for those people to react, he dropped the man on the ground and held him back, shouting back, "Run separately!"
"A Qing called Uncle Ming!!"
Twenty minutes later
When Mingzhe arrived in a hurry, someone had called the police. When he saw his parents coming, he explained to him in a few words. The reason was that his girlfriend had been insulted.
"Young and young are impulsive, you don't have to worry too much, those few people didn't dare to strike hard."
After the man thanked him, he walked towards He Qing.
Looking at the blue on the face of a teenager who hadn't hung up in color for more than ten years, his eyes were full of anger.
When he fell on the beautiful girl who looked timidly behind the teenager, his anger turned into a dark shadow.
"uncle……"
He Qing shouted timidly, and there was another throbbing on his face. His face wrinkled up in pain, and he could not help but hiss.
The man stepped forward and hugged the teenager in his arms, coaxing him as softly as when he had a nightmare when he was a kid, "Don't be afraid, uncle is here..."
Before He Qing nodded, his eyes fell on the Qingxiu girl again, and even a little ridicule in the calm voice, "Is this A Qing's girlfriend? Very beautiful."
A perfect parent response is nothing like a hundred sour in my heart.
He Qing raised her face from the man's arms in confusion and turned her head to see the girl who had just been protected by herself.
He doesn't know her?
Huo Tianhao, who was limping and swollen his nose and swollen face, heard this sentence as soon as he came.
"..."
That's his girlfriend! his!