Chapter 43: Poor Young Master (4)

"What the do you want to do!" Downstairs, Mo Chuyu looked at the young man bitterly, his eyes full of vigilance and alertness.
The Sven youth smiled gently, "Chu Yu, what do you mean by saying this, of course I want to be with A Qing."
Mo Chuyu sneered, Qingli's face was full of disdain, "Lu Linguan, don't pretend to be here with me, we grew up together, A Qing simply can't see it, but I can see clearly, you are just trying to misbehave, since childhood When you were big, you always made A Qing like you, and pretended to have a gentle face to hang him. Now when Uncle Lu has an accident, you stand up. If you are not a weasel to give the chicken a new year, the ghost believes!"
The girl in front of him was flushed, but Lu Linguan still smiled gently, his voice was not slow or slow, "Then tell A Qing."
The expression on Mo Chuyu's face froze.
The young man smiled gently, and the smile was full of winning tickets. "You know, the person you trust more than A Qing is me. You tell him that it will only alienate you, right?"
"Chu Yu, if there is nothing wrong, I will go back first, A Qing is still waiting for me."
Mo Chuyu stiffly watched the young man of Sven turn around and walk back steadily, and suddenly shouted, "You know A Qing trusts you, if you do something sorry for him, how sad he will be, you also know these things, right? !"
Lu Linguan's footsteps only stopped for a second, and he continued to walk upstairs. He had a gentle smile on his mouth. He walked upstairs all the way, and looked at the teenager who was anxiously waiting at the stairs. He stretched out his arms, tight Hugged him tightly.
"A Qing..." The elegant magnetic voice whispered softly in the ear of the teenager, "You will always like me, right?"
"Well!" the teenager answered without thinking, "I will always like Lin Guan!"
"Well, I will always like A Qing..." Lu Linguan raised his eyebrows slightly to the girl who went upstairs to He Qing, looked at her ugly look, and smiled slightly.

Zheng Shenke returned home tiredly, but found that the room was lit with dim lights, and the boy, who was much smaller than the average boy, was lying on the sofa curled up, with a half of the blanket on his body, and the soft sofa sinking, trapping him all. Inside, it seems to be in the eggshell.
The man was startled, wondering why he didn't go upstairs to sleep, but he walked carefully, and when he got closer, he found that the teenager's slender and fragile ankles were exposed, and his feet had not been exhausted since birth. Without wearing socks, he was barely exposed outside the blanket. Thinking of the young man's physique that was afraid of cold, Zheng Shenke twisted his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and carefully pulled over the blanket, covering the white and tender bare feet.
"Hmm..." Obviously, he was careful enough. The teenager on the sofa was still uneasy and murmured something. The man's hands could not help but froze in the air. After he saw him sleep again, he carefully took it back.
The housekeeper just came out with his clothes on and saw Zheng Shenke standing on the edge of the sofa bowing slightly, "Zheng Shao, you are back..."
Zheng Shenke didn't even have time to let him whisper, the old man's respectful voice rang clearly. Almost immediately, the teenager lying on the sofa slowly opened his eyes and looked slightly confused at the man standing beside him.
His eyes are large, his eyelashes curled, and his pupils are black and bright, reminding Zheng Shenke of a Persian cat he raised when he was a child. He also has such large eyes, which are very flattering, but only later parents When something went wrong, he moved into He's house, and He Qing had a severe cat hair allergy. The cat was given away, and he was sad for a few days.
It may be that He Qing is too clever these days, or maybe he remembered the cat he once raised. Zheng Shenke's eyes softened. He looked down at the teenager and naturally touched his messy hair. "Why not sleep in the room?" "
The teenager looked at him with his eyes open, and after awake, he was confused and reacted for a long time before he responded to what the man was asking. He blinked and answered slowly, "I want to wait for you to come back."
Zheng Shenke was stunned, and some warmness rose in his heart, "Okay, I'm back. Go upstairs and go to bed."
"Zheng Shenke!" When he saw that he was leaving, the teenager who was still stuck on the sofa stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve. When he saw the man turning back with some doubt, He Qing gritted his teeth a little uncomfortably. When will the shares be transferred to me."
As he asked this sentence, the atmosphere that had just softened instantly stiffened.
Feeling the cold eyes fall on him, the young man shivered and didn’t even dare to raise his head, but in a strange silence, his voice began to tremble, "That share should have been given to me, you, you should give me back……"
The man's eyes were cold, and he asked him coldly, "Who taught you these words!"
He himself is a living king-like figure. In the past, He Qing could still rely on his father to be afraid of him. Now that he has lost his dependence, the teenager himself counseled him, but when he thought of Lin Guan, he refused to tell the truth, dead duck. With a hard-to-talk, he was obviously scared and trembling, but he still propped up and retorted, "No one taught me! It was originally! That share, you would have given it to me!"
"Uncle He didn't sign the agreement before the accident. Once something happened to him, before your nineteenth birthday, the shares will be represented by me, but the gains are still yours, you know?" Zheng Shenke wanted to say a good voice An irritable explanation, but I do not know why, the words of export are cold and cold as if threatening something, he knew bad things as soon as he exported, and went to see He Qing, and he saw that the young master's eyes were already red.
Seeing the teenager in front of me with red eyes, looking at his pitiful appearance without crying, Zheng Shenke coughed and tried not to talk so stiffly, "Uncle is only temporarily comatose, he will wake up, these shares I am only temporary Agent, when you are nineteen, you still have to give it to you, you know?"
His comfort only made the aggrieved teenager even more aggrieved. He just had red eyes, and now his tears began to patter, and the money fell down. He deflated his lips, and his grievances choked. , "Why, wait for me to be nineteen..."
Lin Guandu said, he can now handle the equity independently!
"Also, there is Dad..." Speaking of his father who loved him, the young master He Qing couldn't stop crying. The tears kept flowing down like beads that fell off the line. The whole crying person was there. Pumping, "Don't lie to me, I know, Dad can't wake up, I heard what the doctor said to you, he said that Dad has brain death, unless a miracle, otherwise, it will definitely not wake up!"
"Dad just happened, you lied to me and coaxed me...you will drive me out later and let me die outside..."
"What nonsense!" The man who had just been helpless listening to the cry of the teenager heard his last face change and looked at him with a dark face. "Who taught you these words!"
The sullen boy had raised his head in suffocation and threw the teacup on the table fiercely. The teacup was torn apart. He raised his head arrogantly and announced aloud, "I am not a kid! Why do you think I said what I said? It was taught by someone! You...hiccup!"
The aggressive speech was interrupted by a crying burp, and even He Qing, who was playing the role of a young man, was stunned himself. His long crying eyelashes were moistened. At this moment, the innocent slightly curled up, obviously a naive face, but It was inexplicable to make people feel tempted. Zheng Shenke was too late to feel stunned by his thoughts. He saw the stunned teenager stretched out his long fingers, intending to pull back the correct style. He hated Zheng Shenke, "You... belch!"
Another crying burp.
Facing a stunned young master, Zheng Shenke laughed very indifferently. He Qing quickly blushed with his laughter, holding a sigh of anger and staring at him in shame, but this time it was I dare not speak again, for fear of being a hiccup again.
"Okay, don't think about it, go upstairs and go to bed quickly."
Looking at him for a long time with bulging eyes, the teenager reluctantly squeezed out a dry man: "Oh."
He got up and down from the sofa, but he hissed as soon as he came down, and retracted his foot in shock. The place where he had stepped on was the fragment of the tea cup he just broke. The man looked at it, and the edge of Bai Nen's foot was conspicuous Yin Hong, Zheng Shenke's pupils squeezed sharply, and he didn't wait for what he was thinking. The action had already taken a step ahead. He knelt down on the ground, carefully holding the teenager's ankle, "cut."
"It hurts so much..." The tears that the young master just stopped slamming again. He looked at the redness on his feet. At the same time, the pain began to dizzy again. It was terrible. "I am dizzy... Don't let me I read!"
Zheng Shenke was stunned, and quickly extended his long and slender hands to cover the eyes of the teenager, and he hid in disgust, "You touched your feet! Dirty!"
Didn’t he touch his feet? Where is it dirty
The man reacted and reached out to block the cut from the foot that was still bleeding. He went to see the feet that could be firmly held by one of his hands, the toes were rounded, and the pink nails were full of healthy colors. The soles of the feet that rarely walked were tender and unbelievably slippery. Zheng Shenke suddenly realized that He Qing, but he grew up from a petite, every minute and every cent, was carefully cared for.
He began to feel a bit worried. During the time when Uncle He was away, could he really take care of the little master?
【Ding! Zheng Shenke's favor: 50】
[It’s so good...] The teenager shrank deep in the sofa and closed his eyes tightly. [So, why in the original world would this body end up with a dead body? 】
[Does the host need reminder service? The system will remind the host at any time, just give me points. 】
[The focus is still on Lu Linguan, Lu Linguan...what kind of people do you like...]
[Thousand points, tell the host. 】
[But this body... hiss! The limits of tolerance for pain are terribly low...how is it raised, how can you bring up such a delicate body that will shatter when you touch it...]
[As long as 999, to avoid pain, a world is effective, you deserve it, the host wants a bottle? 】
He Qing closed his eyes and his fragile ankle was held by a man in his hand. He hugged a pillow, biting his lip and refused to make a sound, but every time Zheng Shenke was rubbed with a potion on the wound and stuck in the whole body on the sofa I had to tremble a bit, and my uncontrolled feet wanted to withdraw, but because of the man's imprisonment, I could only bear the pain.
【Not coming! I want to save points! I won't give it to you! 】
After finishing the medicine, whether it was Zheng Shenke or him, he was greatly relieved, looking at the wet eyes of the young man with a fragile face, the man sighed and helped him to wrap it with gentleness that had never been done. The gauze was put on, and when it was finally done, the teenager had been frozen and sneezed several times, and his eyes were even tearful.
"Zheng Shenke, I'm cold and want to go upstairs to sleep."
Nodding, the man stood up and reached out to help him, "Go, I will help you."
"No! My foot hurts and I can't walk." The young master who was carefully treated shook it again, only because the painful eyes moistened and made him look pitiful. He shrunk on the sofa and asked in a small voice, " Take me on your back."
The man looked at the boy silently for a moment, and finally, he turned around, "Come up."
He Qing carefully supported his body and frowned with his hands pressed a few times on his generous back. "Forget it, it's too ugly to carry. You should hug me."
Zheng Shenke turned around and looked at him, "I can't get up, I'm gone if I don't come up."
In the end, the young master He Qing deflated, and he climbed up the man's back unwillingly. He was carried upstairs by his back. In the process of going upstairs quietly, Zheng Shenke felt the heat in his ear. Jiao Jiao's voice whispered, "I find that you are not so annoying."
The man wanted to say when he was annoying, but the thick sleepiness in the boy's tone made him finally silent. He took the little master to his room in silence and laid it on the bed.
The teenager slept soundly in the bed, his thick long eyelashes cast shadows under the light, and Zheng Shenke realized that he was looking good. When he opened his eyes, he was arrogant and grumpy. His temper was unreasonable, but he waited until he closed his eyes. When An Ning was asleep, she was just like a doll in a window, and she loved it.
Lightly tapping the dimples of the teenager, the man carefully helped him tuck the quilt, and then he was about to leave. The sleeping teenager suddenly cried out in his sleep, "Zheng Shenke!"
Zheng Shenke stepped in and looked back at him, but he saw the boy closed his eyes and said in a vague voice, "My shares..."
There was a trace of disappointment in the man's eyes that he didn't understand, and he turned off the light and walked out of the room.
The young master caught a cold the next day.
A teenager with a clogged nose who can only breathe with his mouth is sitting on the bed with toilet paper, and he blames himself with vigour, "I blame you!"
"If it wasn't for waiting for you to get off work, I wouldn't catch a cold!"
This reason was really irritating. Zheng Shenke ignored it. He just touched the teenager's hot head with a black face and looked at his still wrapped feet, his eyes sinking.
"Butler, did the doctor call?"
"It's already called, and I'll be here soon. You go to the company. The young master will leave it to me to take care of it."
The young boy who was still grumpy turned around nervously after listening to this sentence. He looked at the man and wanted to keep his mouth open, but what he said was: "You are not allowed to go! You made me catch a cold, not allowed Go to work and hear no!"
The man's eyebrows, which he was planning to stay, were wrinkled in a way that was not noticeable, and looked at the housekeeper, "Then trouble you."
"Zheng Shenke!"
Watching the man in the suit and leather shoes walking away, the young man's eyes that had just been soared gradually turned red, he looked at the direction of Zheng Shenke's disappearance, and his heart just wanted to be intimate with him again because of last night's things. .
"What's so great, isn't it just to go to work in the company! Every day, it's like this, and after I wait, I want to..."
Halfway through, the teenager suddenly stopped, how could he forget! His shares!
The housekeeper watched He Qing grow up, knowing his hard-hearted temperament, just wanted to say a few words, but there was a knock on the door, "Master, Master Lu came to you."

"A Qing..." Lu Linguan looked at the distressed boy lying on the bed with a distressed face, "What's wrong with you? Wasn't it all right yesterday?"
The teenager who had been crying for pain before saw the person he liked, and even if it hurts his face, there was a smile. He held the young man's arm happily, "It's fine, accidentally stepped on the tea cup."
Lu Linguan felt the young man's dependence, but his heart was heavy, "Is Zheng Chengke doing something to you, otherwise, how can I step on the teacup!"
"No!"
He Qing waved his hands with a heartless look. "I was careless." He said, thinking of something again. "Lin Guan, I think Zheng Shenke is kind to me. The ones you said before may be It’s too much."
"Although he is cold and boring, my dad treats him so well, he can't hurt me, you say yes."
Finally, he convinced the teenager. This evening, he changed his attention. The smile on Lu Linguan’s face remained unchanged, and he remained gentle. "I hope so, but A Qing, I heard a rumor recently..."
He hung his feet, and slowly, under the eyes of the teenager full of energy and curiosity, "Zheng Shenke's parents seem to have happened because of you."
The teenager's face instantly turned white.
"because I?"